The male supporting character was actually myself.

She placed the pottery on the wooden table and lifted the lid; then she put down the basket slung over her arm and lifted the white cloth covering it, revealing a basket of hard bread.

"The mushrooms we picked in the forest, stewed with some wild boar meat, and served with hard flatbread baked on the rocks, taste absolutely delicious! Please enjoy, adults. I'll clear the dishes in a bit." The peasant woman respectfully withdrew.

Lin Yuan sniffed, clearly impressed by the aroma of the mushroom and meat soup.

He got up, took a dark earthenware bowl from the cupboard, washed it with water from the jar, ladled out a bowl of hot soup, and soaked a hard flatbread in it. "Mmm, delicious!"

"These mushrooms aren't poisonous, are they?" Song Gang asked hesitantly, smelling the aroma.

Lin Yuan rolled his eyes. "If you're afraid of dying, don't eat it. Just eat your compressed biscuits."

“That soup looks pretty good.” Duan Chengze looked at his companion, and Jiang Chen shook his head at him before taking two cans out of his backpack. “Just heat it up over the fire and it’ll be ready to eat.”

He took it and glanced at it, not knowing what the writing was, but the can was decorated with mouthwatering images of mushrooms and meat.

He heated it over the fireplace, and an even richer aroma filled the hall.

Jiang Chen and Duan Chengze ate soup and sesame seed cakes directly from the metal cans.

"I'll have some too!" The aroma made Song Gang's mouth water. Seeing that Lin Yuan was fine after eating, he quickly found a bowl, filled it with soup, and dipped the hard bread in it.

Liang Xiaoru and Zhimeng came out of the house and looked around, but both of them carefully resisted the temptation.

But when the farmer's wife brought new food in the evening, everyone except Jiang Chen and Duan Chengze ate it, including the other two monitors.

The burly man, named Kane, used the largest bowl to drink broth and eat bread, and also drank a bottle of rum;

The woman's name was Avia, and she ate slowly and carefully.

The two briefly discussed their work progress, and then left the stone house one after the other.

“Let’s gather the clues.” Liang Rumeng tapped the wooden table with her fingers and spoke first: “There have always been legends about werewolves in the village, but no one has ever seen one. The hunters believe that it is just a pack of wolves in the distant forest, and there has never been a case of anyone being harmed in the village before.”

Zhimeng's voice was slightly soft but her enunciation was very clear, "I asked the villagers who stayed behind, and they are not very satisfied with the extraction of black oil. If someone commits a crime because of this, it is very possible."

"I didn't have much of a haul this afternoon," Song Gang said, scratching his head slightly embarrassedly. "I only heard that there seems to be a witch in the village, but it's just a rumor."

Jiang Chen nodded upon hearing this, "I also found this clue and located the place where the witchcraft was performed."

As he spoke, he gave the little white cat a praising look. It had discovered a mysterious sacrificial space in a cave deep in the forest. The ground was covered with intricate inverted pentagrams and various strange symbols, as well as bottles and jars, which seemed to indicate that someone had performed some kind of witchcraft.

"Furthermore, according to our analysis, Kane and Ivia are not the bad guys." He glanced at his teammates and continued.

Duan Chengze analyzed with a solemn expression: "Based on our initial sensory experience and the villagers' evaluations, we all thought that Kane and Avia were despicable managers, which is why we were angry."

However, it is not.

We found a recruitment notice on the church wall that detailed the requirements for workers to collect black oil.

The key point is to collect black oil; each person can earn at least fifty copper coins per day.

After inquiring, we learned that the village was located in a remote area and people could only make a living by hunting and logging. A strong man could only earn about ten copper coins a day.

From this perspective, at least those who went to collect black oil were willing and not coerced, and the wages were quite sufficient.

In addition, we spent a long time observing the mine.

Kane and Ivia are not tyrannical managers.

On the contrary, they would lend a hand from time to time.

Kane appeared fierce and spoke rather rudely; the whip in his hand was indeed almost worn out, but he only whipped the empty air and did not actually hit any of the workers.

Avia always had a cold expression, but she cared a lot about the workers.

As inspectors sent by the church, they have performed quite well.

However, the reason why the villagers who remained in the village were so dissatisfied with the extraction of black oil has not yet been found.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Lin Yuan played with the matches he used to light the candles, still not participating in the discussion.

Liang Rumeng frowned slightly. "So, if that's the case, the murderer is going to torture and kill innocent people tonight, and we're just going to stand by and do nothing?"

"You can also try to kill the murderer yourself," Lin Yuan said with a grin. "Then we can leave the instance immediately, and we'll have to thank you!"

Liang Rumeng, with her gaunt face, glanced at him.

Lin Yuan didn't mind at all. He looked out the window at the sky that was about to darken, stretched, and said casually, "It's going to get dark soon. Everyone who needs to go to the toilet should hurry up. If there's nothing else, I'm going to lie down in bed."

Rule 1 clearly states that players' vision is obstructed after dark.

Since it's unknown when the murderer will come in to kill, the best course of action is to lie in bed as soon as possible, remain quiet throughout, and wait for a safe time to arrive.

"Just try to live to ninety-nine, and remember, whatever you do, don't make a sound," Liang Rumeng instructed Zhimeng before leaving the table. "Even if you're so scared you want to cry, you have to hold it in!"

Not long after, the farmer's wife who brought the food came in and cleared away all the bowls and chopsticks on the large wooden table.

The four of them lay down on the bed, fully clothed.

The window was open, and a cool breeze blew in, carrying a faint scent of earth and trees.

The weather wasn't hot, and all four of them instinctively covered themselves with blankets.

Song Gang was the most covered up, wrapped up from head to toe completely.

Lin Yuan was the most casual; he pulled the blanket over himself, leaving his head, hands, and feet exposed.

As the last ray of light disappeared into the woods, the group of six was plunged into darkness.

Jiang Chen stared wide-eyed, never having seen such darkness before.

It's like being deprived of sight, with no sense of light whatsoever; this is probably what it feels like to be blind.

"Host, I'm not restricted." The little white cat rubbed against his face in the blanket and whispered, "I can be your eyes!"

Once I see the killer's face clearly, hehe!

We can leave the dungeon tomorrow!

The little white cat was full of confidence, but Jiang Chen felt it wouldn't be that simple.

Later that evening, Kane and Ivia returned.

"You're all asleep so early? You eat and then sleep, are you all pigs?" Kane muttered as he walked to the innermost bed in the bedroom.

Jiang Chen could hear the sound of his leather boots hitting the wooden planks. He placed the candle on the windowsill, took off his gray robe, and threw his shoes aside. The wooden bed creaked, indicating that Kane had lain down.

When vision is deprived, other senses become more acute.

He could distinguish the sound of candles clinking against the windowsill; the sound of Kane turning over while humming a little tune; and the slight dampness and lingering smell of alcohol after his bath.

As the night deepened, Kane blew out the candle, lay down on the bed, and soon began to snore.

The group of six waited in the darkness, and none of them felt sleepy at all.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Close Your Eyes When It Gets Dark 4

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

After an unknown amount of time, when the dull footsteps echoed down the wooden steps, everyone except Kane and Avia, who were already asleep, tensed up.

"Host, I'm going to see what the murderer looks like!" As the little white cat hopped out, a muffled thud came from the wooden steps outside.

Did the murderer fall down?

Duan Chengze, who was covered by the blanket, frowned slightly and carefully tried to distinguish the sounds outside.

"Huff, huff..." Heavy breathing could be heard, followed by the sound of the murderer getting up.

The wooden door to the hall was bolted shut with a piece of wood. The murderer's fingers were obviously very nimble, and the wood made a "sizzling" sound as he fiddled with it. It was quickly pried open and fell to the ground, and the wooden door creaked as it was pushed open.

"Host, the murderer..." The little white cat quickly jumped in and scurried under the covers, trembling with fear, "The murderer isn't human at all! It's just a dark, human-shaped thing that stinks!"

Jiang Chen's brows had already furrowed. After listening to its report, he flicked his finger and took out a killing tool from the system space, handing it to it.

"I'm going to kill it right now!" With a prop by his side, the little white cat mustered up his courage, grabbed the small button, and hopped out.

Just as the door was pushed open, Avia was clearly awakened by the noise.

"Who's outside?" Her voice rose slightly. "Kane?!"

Then came the sound of lamps being lit, and Avia drew a longsword hanging on the wall.

Zhimeng curled up under the covers, trembling slightly.

When she opened her eyes, all she could see was a deep, dark void, with not a glimmer of light. She could hear her own heart pounding violently with fear and anxiety, the thumping making her even more agitated.

"Don't open the door, Avia, please don't open the door!" Dream cried out in her heart, but apart from trembling and rapid breathing, she couldn't make a sound.

If only we had some props!

"Don't worry, I'll handle it." Avia patted Dreamweaver through the blanket.

She instantly broke down in tears.

He desperately wanted to warn her not to open the door and to hide quickly, but he had no tools and no strength stronger than Avia. There was no point in making a sound warning except to die.

Zhimeng gripped the blanket tightly with both hands, her mind blank.

"Kane?!" Ivia raised her voice twice more.

However, Kane was fast asleep, snoring away, and didn't hear a thing.

After the murderer entered the room, there was silence for a few seconds, followed by the sound of the wooden table being knocked over, causing the utensils on it to make a soft clinking sound.

"Host, what on earth is this thing?!" The little white cat scurried back, trembling, and said, "It probably has a resurrection armor."

After I used the prop on him, the murderer was cut into several pieces and died.

But less than two seconds later, he merged back together and got up again!

"The props aren't working, what the hell is this?"

Jiang Chen sighed softly. No wonder the rules specifically require examining the corpse for clues to find the murderer and kill him.

It seems he can only be killed in his human form.

The resurrected murderer used the table to help him get up and walked to the wooden door on his left.

The door, made of wide wooden planks joined together with black iron bars, looked very sturdy. From behind the door came Avia's voice, "Who's out there?"

"Dear lady, I forgot to take something." The killer's voice was slightly hoarse, making it impossible to tell whether it was male or female.

Avia remained vigilant, brandishing her sword and shouting, "Take what you need and get out of here! How dare you barge into the Overseer's residence!"

Before she could finish speaking, the black humanoid figure standing outside the door suddenly collapsed into a pile of mud.