Lucky billion players, you've never seen one before / I can accumulate my own luck

"I hope you have good luck and can catch it successfully."

Du Ruo expressed her expectations.

He then left the guest room and returned to his floor.

……

9 o'clock arrived quickly.

Fan Xiao perked up and waited quietly for things to change.

The corridor was quiet, with no sound.

I couldn't hear anything coming from downstairs.

During the day, he noticed that a lot of sound-absorbing materials were used on each floor of the building.

Unless a loud noise is deliberately created, even with the player's hearing, it is impossible to hear anything across the floors.

Time passed by, minute by minute.

Fan Xiao was very patient.

Even if he doesn't sleep at night, it's nothing to him now.

He had the confidence to stay up for three nights in a row.

Other players probably didn't dare to actually go to sleep either.

It lasted until 7 a.m.

The corridor was quiet.

The evil spirit's time of activity has ended.

Fan Xiao opened the door and went out, looking around but finding nothing different.

"strangeness."

He murmured something.

Fan Xiao didn't actually expect to lure the so-called "evil spirit players" to him on the first night with a small trap.

But he was quite surprised when the other party actually didn't show up.

Could I have guessed wrong?

Do evil spirits really exist?

Chapter 25 The Missing Player

Fan Xiao took the elevator to the hotel lobby on the first floor.

Midway through, we happened to run into Du Ruo, who was also taking the elevator.

"Nothing happened last night?" Du Ruo asked.

Fan Xiao shook his head: "No."

"I haven't encountered anything either; it's been quiet all night," Du Ruo said. "You might be mistaken. The evil spirit isn't a player in disguise; it's the real thing."

"Maybe," Fan Xiao said, not giving a definitive answer. "Just because we're safe and sound doesn't mean others will be so lucky. Let's go down and check first."

The two fell silent and did not continue their conversation.

The elevator arrived at the 11th floor, and the taciturn werewolf walked in.

The werewolf glanced up at Fan Xiao and Du Ruo, then silently stepped into a corner.

"Did anything happen last night?" Fan Xiao suddenly turned around and asked.

The werewolf, taken aback by being spoken to, honestly replied, "No, it's been very quiet."

The elevator continued downwards.

However, no fourth person rode in.

The werewolf asked, "How's the situation on your end?"

“Same as you,” Van Shaw replied, “Let’s see how the others are doing later.”

Soon, the three arrived at the empty lobby.

Fan Xiao wasn't surprised that the others hadn't arrived yet.

They came down just after seven o'clock, which shows they were very brave.

If a normal person knew that evil spirits don't finish their activities until 7 a.m., they would wait at least ten minutes or half an hour before daring to come down.

Everyone is afraid of the "what if" scenario, such as... what if the evil spirit hasn't left yet?

The three of them began to wait.

Soon after, other people began to appear.

At 7:40, nine people gathered in the lobby.

The remaining blond-haired guy, the young delinquent girl, and the boxer were nowhere to be seen.

The elevator hasn't moved since.

Everyone frowned.

"They won't have run into any accidents, will they?" The baby-faced man broke the silence.

"I don't know if they had any accidents, but I almost had one last night!"

The balding middle-aged man looked quite unwell.

He glared at the baby-faced man and the female CEO, demanding, "What's wrong with you two? Last night, an evil spirit knocked on my door, and I immediately signaled to you. Why didn't you come down to help?!"

The baby-faced man lives on the 5th floor, the female CEO lives on the 7th floor, and he lives on the 6th floor.

Yesterday, the five of them came up with a plan: whoever was in danger would knock on the window to signal, and people on the upper and lower floors would quickly come to their aid.

As a result, after he sent the signal last night, no one came for a long time.

Although nothing unexpected happened in the end, it was all due to his good luck.

Teammates' dereliction of duty must be investigated and those responsible held accountable!

“I was also knocked on the door last night,” the female CEO frowned, “around midnight.”

“Me too, someone knocked on the door,” the baby-faced man said.

"Nonsense! How could it be such a coincidence?" the balding middle-aged man said angrily. "Couldn't you two at least come up with a more believable lie? A team like this is better off not being formed at all!"

I don't care whether I team up or not.

The female CEO shrugged: "And I wasn't lying. I really was knocked on the door last night. At 12:17, there were three knocks on the door, and at the same time, there were footsteps outside. I suspected that an evil spirit had lingered on my floor, so I didn't go out. Your signal rang two minutes later. I don't know if that was an evil spirit pretending to lure me out, since the interval was so short."

"Short intervals? Pretense? Just an excuse for not wanting to help!"

The balding middle-aged man's face was grim: "I sent the signal, you should come to our aid no matter what! What kind of talk is this, cowering and hesitating?"

The female CEO didn't reply, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.

The baby-faced man's expression turned colder: "I told you, I was also knocked on the door. And it was just a knock, not a danger. Neither she nor I sent a signal, but you did, wasting everyone's chance to help. Shouldn't you reflect on your cowardice?"

"That sounds nice, but did you come after I called for backup? Aren't you afraid of dying?"

The balding middle-aged man cursed and argued.

"Alright, stop arguing." The handsome guy stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Since you've all been knocked on the door, it's normal to have some reservations when providing support. Let's all try to understand each other."

"Do you even have the right to say that?!"

The balding middle-aged man had long disliked the young man and immediately retorted, "The woman who lives upstairs from you hasn't come down yet. She's probably in trouble. You live downstairs from her. I don't believe you didn't hear anything last night. Did you help her? You still have the nerve to act like a rational person here."

"I didn't hear anything last night."

The handsome guy lied.

He actually heard the boxer's signal last night, and thanks to his enhanced hearing from the "dog gene," he also heard some noises upstairs.

But he didn't dare go up.

Who knows if I'll get myself caught up in it once I get up there?

He formed this small group so that others would help him, rather than helping others.

“Besides,” the handsome man continued, “it doesn’t necessarily mean something bad has happened. It’s not even 8 o’clock yet. Maybe they just overslept.”

"Heh," the balding middle-aged man sneered, "Do you even believe that yourself?"

The conflict among the group seemed irreconcilable.

The small group started to fall apart after only one night of being formed.

But this is normal.

It would be abnormal if people with ulterior motives could form a competent team.

Fan Xiao watched the drama unfold with great interest.

At the same time, he subtly exchanged a glance with Du Ruo.

Someone had been knocked on the door, which proved that Fan Xiao's guess was correct, and the evil spirit was indeed fake.

It is played by a player.

Because true evil spirits don't knock on doors.

As for everyone else…

Surely no one would be so bored as to risk being attacked by evil spirits by going out and knocking on other people's doors late at night?

However, while the speculation was confirmed, new questions arose.

"Since the evil spirit was a player in disguise, why didn't this player kill me immediately? Isn't he afraid that I'll go around telling everyone today and urging others to live together to fight the evil spirit?"

Fan Xiao pondered repeatedly but could not find a reasonable answer.

unusual.

Du Ruo also thought of this and said, "Stop arguing, calm down. There are still three people whose fate is unknown. Let's go and check the situation first."

"What's there to confirm! If they haven't come down yet, they must have been killed by evil spirits."

The balding middle-aged man's temper became increasingly volatile, as if he wanted to lash out at everyone he met.

Thinking of his noble status outside the game, compared to the attitude of the people here who didn't take him seriously, a surge of anger welled up inside him.

Who doesn't treat him with utmost respect outside?

The immense psychological shock caused the balding middle-aged man to lose his temper: "Three dead people, who knows which room they're stuffed into a mattress in. If you want to find them, go find them. I don't have time!"

"If you keep nagging and bothering me, I'll kill you right now!"

The tattooed man suddenly made a threatening statement towards the balding middle-aged man.

He glared at the other person with a sinister look in his eyes, clearly not joking.

"I... I'm just saying what I think, what's it to you?"

The balding middle-aged man showed fear, his momentum faltered, and he weakly whispered a reply.

Du Ruo glanced at them but said nothing.

He simply suggested to the others, "Let's go find them; we need to confirm whether they're dead or alive."

Chapter 26 Even Shitballs Are Afraid of Me!

Du Ruo's proposal was agreed upon by everyone.

Apart from the balding middle-aged man, everyone else headed towards the elevator.

Yellow Hair lives on the 2nd floor, Little Delinquent Girl lives on the 3rd floor, and Boxer lives on the 9th floor.

The group quickly went to the three floors and searched the rooms where the three people had stayed.

Nothing was found.

The three of them seemed to have vanished into thin air, disappearing from the hotel.