Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

It was said that everyone who saw it would get a copy, but there was only one stamped record, meaning that only one player could escape the interrogation tonight by taking a shortcut.

In theory, whoever finds it gets to keep it, but with such an important item right in front of them, who can resist the urge to fight for it?

On the 29th, he didn't intend to say much to Yi Zanglan, which clearly meant he was already planning to take action.

He asked directly, "Are you offering it to me, or am I taking it myself?"

Yi Zanglan took two steps back, retreating all the way to the door. She looked at him, a faint smile still on her face.

"Does a beggar have to be fed by others?"

Player #9 witnessed the two men about to clash, hesitated for a moment, and then silently stepped back.

He just found out yesterday what kind of person Yi Zanglan used to be—a mentally ill person with a criminal record—and that the guy on the 29th looked strangely strong.

There's only one item, and I can't beat anyone on my own, so I just need to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.

Number 29 was clearly enraged by Yi Zanglan, and immediately rolled up his sleeves, revealing a pair of calloused fists.

"court death."

As soon as he raised his hand, the lights in the interrogation room went out.

Number 9 was startled and looked around warily: "What does this mean? Is someone coming?"

Number 29 was unaware of the interrogation rules and was about to check the situation when, to his surprise, Yi Zanglan pushed open the interrogation room door.

"stop!"

He thought she was about to leave, and instinctively reached out to grab her, but instead grabbed something cold, like the handle of some kind of weapon.

...Wait, weapons?

He belatedly looked up and, in the dim light of the corridor, realized that Yi Zanglan had somehow acquired a silver-bladed scythe in his hand.

The sickle was two meters long, sharp and menacing, radiating a chilling aura as if it came from an endless abyss.

Even with his limited experience, he could guess that this was definitely a personal weapon of at least four stars.

Oh no, it seems I've messed with someone I shouldn't have...

Yi Zanglan leaned on her sickle with one hand, tilted her head to observe the ever-changing expression on No. 29's face, and smiled gently.

"Want more?"

"No, I don't want it."

"Thank you then."

"……polite."

She quickly signed her name on the paper and then handed the pen to number 29.

"This is for you, do you like it?"

"..."

Before he could finish speaking, Number 9 suddenly exclaimed, as if he had been thrown out of the interrogation room by some invisible force.

He fell sprawled to the ground, and when he turned around, he saw the interrogation room door becoming blurred and distorted until it completely merged with the wall.

The door had vanished.

After the lights are turned off, prisoners are not allowed to stay in the interrogation room for too long. They cannot hide there. When the time is up, the system will force them to enter the corridor of the second space.

In the distance, the faint sound of heavy, dragging footsteps could be heard.

Ghostly flames burned within the skeletal faces of the undead prison guards, who, wielding various cruel instruments of torture, entered their field of vision.

* * * * * *

After the exercise time began, Yan Zhao, Tang Yunxi, and Wu Ying quickly gathered in the warden's office on the fourth floor.

Besides the three of them, there were also two other players, a man and a woman, who were also trying to find a way to pass the level near the office.

The male player is number 14. He has a small topknot at the back of his head and has a kind of cute, timid look. He worked with them on the sewing machine during the first day and even witnessed Yi Zanglan's murder scene.

The female player was number 7, with short hair and an oval face. She looked very serious and went straight to the point.

"Have the three of you found the key yet?"

Yan Zhao, who was holding the key and about to insert it into the lock, said, "...You know perfectly well what I'm asking. Isn't it obvious?"

She was in a bad mood right now, after all, Yi Zanglan was being interrogated and wouldn't let anyone help him.

Although the other party seemed very confident, it was impossible for her not to be worried.

Number 7 was taken aback and frowned. "I'm sorry, I meant no harm and I know this key must have been hard-won. Consider this a direct enjoyment of the fruits of your labor—but I do need to get into the office. I promise I won't cause you any trouble. Thank you in advance."

She looked serious, but spoke quite politely, and number 14 next to her quickly echoed her.

"Yeah, yeah, I still don't understand how to get the key. I didn't expect you guys to actually get it, that's amazing!"

"Stop talking nonsense, just follow if you want."

Yan Zhao inserted the key into the lock and opened the door without much effort.

She pushed the door open a crack to make sure everything was alright before stepping inside.

This office seemed to have been abandoned for a long time; it was thick with dust, making people cough repeatedly.

However, as soon as they entered, a dim yellow light was turned on, just enough to illuminate the interior.

Dilapidated tables and chairs, peeling bookshelves, clutter scattered on the floor, and a dirty curtain covering the wall.

The group remained silent and began rummaging through drawers and cabinets, searching for the props they needed.

As it turned out, Tang Yunxi was exceptionally efficient at searching for props. She quickly found a stack of release papers and the official seal of Qingyang Prison at the bottom of her desk drawer.

"Zhaozhao, here you go."

Yan Zhao nodded, quickly pulled out a card, checked it to make sure it was correct, and then signed his name on it.

Number 14 cautiously approached: "I need one too."

"Okay, there are quite a few." Tang Yunxi handed them to him. "You can sign them yourself."

"But this official seal doesn't have ink, how are we supposed to stamp it?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Yan Zhao, who was standing next to him, bit his finger and smeared the blood evenly on the seal.

If there are no conditions, then create them.

Yan Zhao glanced at him: "Don't count on me, I only have this much blood left, you'll have to bite yourself."

"……oh oh!"

On the other side, Player 7 was standing next to the bookshelf, flipping through one book after another.

Tang Yunxi quickly walked over to help her flip through the pages, but after only a couple of pages, a cinnabar talisman fell out from between the pages.

"This should be it, right?"

She then pulled out another page from a book on the lower shelf.

Number 7 was overjoyed upon seeing this: "Great! Two cards, one for each of us."

"No way." This time, Tang Yunxi refused decisively. "This one belongs to my friend."

"...And what about your friend?"

"She's gone for questioning, she'll be back in a bit."

Number 7 looked slightly surprised: "Are you... sure she can come back?"

"How dare you talk like that?" Tang Yun was displeased. She pointed to herself, then to Wu Ying not far away. "We were both interrogated, but we're back now, aren't we?"

"Feel sorry."

Number 7 immediately apologized, wisely choosing to remain silent and continue diligently searching for talismans.

At this moment, Wu Ying found the same talisman in the metal cabinet on the other side.

She looked up, gazing thoughtfully at the curtain hanging above.

As if possessed, she reached out and forcefully tore off the entire sheet of cloth, revealing the wall behind her.

"..."

Everyone present turned to look in this direction, and then froze in surprise.