Survival in the apocalypse: I exploited a bug in an infinite dungeon.

Pushing open the door reveals a small bed less than 1 meter long.

This cramped space doesn't feel like a place for people to rest; it feels more like a place to imprison people.

After finding a dormitory, the next issue is the task.

Unable to determine if there were any other spirits present, Shi Jinwei decided to go out and "attract customers."

While we're at it, let's gather some intelligence.

Considering it was a Republic of China era scenario, she specifically asked the manager to help her exchange a lot of banknotes before entering the game.

The photo studio is an old-fashioned replica, so it definitely can't accept mobile payments.

Therefore, the only option is to exchange the money for tickets and bring it in using the space.

Depending on the historical context, money was transformed into silver dollars.

Having money in your pocket means you won't panic in the face of trouble.

Many things become much easier when you have money.

She found a piece of paper and wrote on it: "In-store promotion: Free photo shoot and receive a one-yuan coin. Limited spots available, while supplies last."

Based on her general understanding of the Republic of China era and her estimation of the prices listed in the store, one silver dollar could buy at least seven or eight catties of pork at the current cost of living.

This is a considerable income for an ordinary family.

The announcement immediately attracted the attention of those around them.

Those who couldn't read asked others what was written, and after finding out, they all started discussing it.

Their eyes held disbelief and eagerness.

Finally, a simply dressed older woman couldn't help but ask from the crowd, "Young lady, are you lying?"

"Exactly! Everyone says your shop is haunted. Maybe you're just trying to lure us in to feed the ghosts."

Shi Jinwei ignored the sarcastic remarks and took out three silver dollars from her pocket: "We're only filming two people today. The first one will get two silver dollars, and the second one will get one. First come, first served."

After saying that, he turned and went back into the house, not giving them a chance to ask questions.

The NPCs were left scratching their heads in frustration.

Finally, a burly man stepped forward: "I'll give it a try."

"Hey, aren't you afraid of ghosts anymore?" someone in the crowd asked.

The man laughed loudly: "You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub. I'm so big, you can't just eat me whole, can you? If there's something fishy going on, I'll run away."

After speaking, he walked out of the crowd and entered the photo studio under everyone's enthusiastic gaze.

Shi Jinwei is looking at the photos in the photo studio.

When someone comes in, just let him stand at the door.

The camera clicked.

After hearing the system announcement, she tossed two silver coins to the other party: "All done."

The man, still somewhat dazed, asked, "Is that all?"

"Yes, but the photos are not available at this time," she said.

She can stay in the darkroom for an hour.

However, she really didn't know how to use "developing fluid" to wash photos.

The man, of course, didn't care about that and happily left with the silver coins in his hand.

The people outside saw that the person had gone in and then came out shortly after, and immediately surrounded them.

A sharp-eyed person spotted the silver dollar in his hand and rushed towards the photo studio.

Shi Jinwei had anticipated this. After the first middle-aged woman rushed in, she immediately stopped the others from entering: "I said only two people are allowed, first come, first served."

"Hey, little girl, we're here too."

"Exactly, exactly, why her?"

"We want to take pictures too."

Those who didn't benefit from the situation complained bitterly.

Shi Jinwei didn't speak, but silently took out a pistol from her spatial storage.

Everyone immediately dispersed.

There's practically no gun control here, so if you can't handle it, just run away.

The middle-aged woman who came in was also surprised to find a gun and trembled with fear.

Once the entrance was quiet, Shi Jinwei turned around, took a picture of the older woman, and then gave her the money.

The woman's legs were so weak that she couldn't move and was almost in tears.

Seeing this, Shi Jinwei started a conversation: "Auntie, I want to ask you something."

He then pulled out another silver dollar and waved it in front of the man.

"Girl, just tell me what you want to ask." The aunt's eyes followed the money, and her legs stopped trembling.

"I just arrived here and don't know anything about it. Why do you say this place is haunted?" she asked.

If it were just a camera, how would these guests know the noise it made in the darkroom?

Even if you could hear it, how could you associate it with a ghost during the day?

When the older woman heard her asking about gossip, she instantly perked up and stopped being afraid.

"You've come to the right person. Let me tell you, this photo studio is really something else."

Seeing that Shi Jinwei was all ears, the older woman immediately told her everything she knew.

The photo studio was quite well-known in the neighborhood; the former owner was an elderly man over fifty.

He once took on an apprentice, intending for the apprentice to take over the photography studio in the future.

As a result, the apprentice died, which was a great blow to the old man, so he decided to sell the photo studio.

After the news spread, strange things started happening at the photo studio.

When guests come to take photos, the light bulbs above their heads keep flashing.

I can't button up my clothes no matter what I do.

The props will inexplicably hit you.

The carefully arranged scenery was completely messed up the moment I turned around.

When these kinds of stories happen repeatedly, they spread from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred, and eventually they become known as ghost stories.

Originally, some people wanted to take over, but they all gave up after hearing the news of the "ghost" incident.

At that time, people were still very superstitious about these things.

The photo studio was never sold before the old man passed away.

"The current boss is his daughter. I heard she was originally in another city and they were about to get married. But she rushed back after her father passed away, and the marriage fell through," the old woman sighed.

The story turned out to be completely different from what Shi Jinwei had expected.

She handed the silver dollar to the old woman, thanked her, and then saw her out.

There were still many people watching outside, and when they saw the old lady come out, they were filled with regret and sighs.

I've decided to come and squat here first thing tomorrow morning. The first person to enter gets two silver dollars, which is much easier than the manual labor they do.

Shi Jinwei has completed her task for the day and also learned the reason why the shop was haunted.

I stopped paying attention to those things and started carefully searching for photos in the shop.

She hadn't forgotten why she came in.

In fact, there weren't many clues in the photo.

Most of the photos were portraits, not of any historical figures, and she didn't recognize any of them.

But while flipping through the photos, she unexpectedly discovered that there was a problem with the album.

I just turned a page and went to get something.

When I got back, I found that the photos I had flipped over had been flipped back over.

Thinking of something, she took the photo album to the darkroom and put on her night vision goggles.

After turning the page, a mini transparent album appeared on the page, with the words "[Album Spirit]" on its top.

A bold idea surfaced in my mind: "Do all things have a spirit?"

She patiently waited until dark, then turned off all the lights in the room.

He put on night vision goggles and sat in the room without saying a word.

At first, the room was completely quiet.

Once 20:00 PM passed, the room immediately became lively.

Various miniature ghosts float in the air; there are all sorts of objects.

Each one is semi-transparent, looking tiny and cute, even a little mischievous.

Just as she was about to get up to check, a piercing siren suddenly sounded in her mind:

[Beep beep beep, warning, warning. The instance time was out of order, but has been corrected.]

The next second, her consciousness was completely plunged into darkness.