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Fan Xiao couldn't keep up the act anymore.

With such a commotion, he could still fall asleep... even he himself doesn't believe it.

Fan Xiao sat up and looked around. The moonlight was blocked by the curtains, and the room was pitch black.

Suddenly, the curtains were pulled open.

Fan Xiao looked up instinctively and saw a huge dark figure standing outside the window.

Behind the shadowy figure, other shadowy figures could be vaguely seen moving about and flickering from time to time.

Upon noticing his gaze, all the shadowy figures stopped in their tracks and looked over.

Fan Xiao immediately felt countless gazes falling on him, the malice gathering around him as heavy as a mountain.

He had a feeling that these shadowy figures wanted to rush into the house and tear him apart.

The feeling of an imminent, immense crisis was absolutely terrifying.

However, Fan Xiao was not afraid; the presence of the little angel always gave him full confidence.

"Were those commotions caused by them?"

"Did a dark figure enter my house?"

Logically, this should be the case.

But Fan Xiao always felt that something was wrong.

Judging from the hostility I sensed, these shadowy figures were definitely the enemy.

If one dark shadow can enter the house, it means that a group of dark shadows can enter as well.

So why are they still standing outside without taking any action?

and……

"The commotion just now felt like they were trying to scare me by creating some kind of supernatural phenomenon, but these shadowy figures are a more direct threat of power."

"So you've realized that small-scale incidents don't scare me, so you're jumping straight to big events?"

"Fear... the unknown creature that entered the room was deliberately stirring up my fear."

He suddenly understood this.

Fear – this is very likely the enemy's condition for attack.

Once the fear accumulated in the player's mind reaches a certain threshold, the enemies in the dungeon will likely be able to attack.

That's why... we need to scare people first, like in a ghost story.

Otherwise, knocking on windows, doors, cabinets, footsteps, or pulling blankets would seem petty as an attack.

"If that's the case, then the rules and warnings that Xiaochi and her father told Li Xian and me before were more like planting seeds of fear in our hearts in advance to facilitate subsequent operations."

Fan Xiao became certain of his hypothesis.

When most people are frightened by a scary scene involving looking in a mirror in a movie, they will feel some lingering fear when looking in a mirror in real life for a period of time afterward, and may even be afraid to look in a mirror for a while.

The father and daughter, Koike, solemnly told them those rules, which must have been based on this psychological principle.

Even the initial knocking on the door could very well have been a staged performance by them, setting the stage for the initial fear.

"If that's the case, then families that don't perform sacrificial rituals at home are all problematic, and most likely... they're all ghosts who will attack players at night, and the condition for the attack is... fear."

"No, that's not right. Only families that have secured accommodation from players can trigger the fear-based killing. Other families, if they haven't managed to get a player to stay with them, don't have this condition. When they're free... they'll probably wander around and see if they can get lucky and pick up some leftovers."

"They... must be the group of dark figures outside."

"They do not have the authority to directly attack players."

Having figured this out, Fan Xiao looked away, no longer worried that the dark figures outside the window might suddenly rush in.

By the moonlight, he scanned the room.

Without the night vision ability of the "Dark Noble," he could only get a general idea of ​​the environment inside the house and did not find anything unusual.

Fan Xiao lay down and looked under the bed.

A deathly pale face came into his view, its blood-red eyes filled with malice meeting his gaze.

Fan Xiao pretended not to see it and got up to check the rest of the room.

Out of caution, he did not turn on the light.

Soon, he discovered a new anomaly.

On the dressing table next to the bed, his reflection in the dressing mirror showed him standing with his head down and his back to him.

The man in the mirror is completely different from his movements!

Fan Xiao wasn't afraid. Like a researcher, he walked over and touched the mirror. It was solid, with no "space portal" effect.

Thud—two cold objects touched his face.

Fan Xiao looked up and saw a rotting female corpse hanging from the ceiling, her blood-red eyes staring intently at him, her cold feet dangling down as if trying to stand on his shoulders.

Fan Xiao took a small step back, pondering his response.

Previous inferences were all based on speculation. Whether this can lead to a safe survival strategy still needs further verification.

"I wonder if my voice will attract any trouble?"

Fan Xiao wanted to speak up to test the waters.

However, he was unsure whether doing so would create conditions for an enemy attack.

Hmm...we can give it a try first.

Anyway, the main purpose of choosing to stay at Koike's house this time was to gather intelligence and clear the game as soon as possible.

In that case, taking a little risk is acceptable.

Of course, he has never been an aggressive player.

He dared to make this decision because a little killer star resided within him.

This is the sheer power of top-tier talent!

Fan Xiao pinched his nose, frowned, and muttered, "It stinks! How long has it been since you washed your feet? They smell so bad and you still show them... Have you no shame?"

"..."

The hanging female corpse continued to stare at him, without uttering a word.

Fan Xiao then looked at the dressing mirror and said, "And you, peeping at me while I sleep by crawling into the mirror? You're a male ghost, you wouldn't happen to like men, would you... Tsk, how disgusting!"

"Oh right, I almost forgot about you."

Fan Xiao lowered his head and met the pale face under the wooden bed again: "Are you a psychopath? Crawling under someone's bed in the middle of the night, with the chamber pot right there, you're not thinking of stealing my pee, are you?"

After saying that, he gave me a look as if I were looking at trash.

"..."

None of the three ghosts responded.

But Fan Xiao could clearly feel that the temperature inside the room seemed to have dropped a bit.

Especially the pale, white face he was staring at, the resentment in his eyes was even stronger.

“Good, if they can get angry, then it means they are intelligent beings, not rigid program monsters that only attack according to rules. There is a very high probability that the three ghosts are actually the three members of the Koike family in disguise.”

"Moreover, my act of speaking out does not constitute a condition for them and those shadowy figures to attack."

Fan Xiao quickly confirmed two new pieces of intelligence.

As the mental puzzle gradually came together, he deduced the approximate framework of danger.

So he stood in the middle of the bedroom, sometimes looking contemptuously at the face under the bed, sometimes looking up at the female corpse hanging from the ceiling with disdain, and sometimes looking at himself in the mirror. When he saw himself turn around and reveal a sinister smile, he smiled back, narcissistically striking various poses, as if he were intoxicated by his own good looks and couldn't extricate himself, completely ignoring the malice of the ghost in the mirror.

It's like going to a zoo and teasing the animals.

A few minutes later, the dead face and the female corpse suddenly disappeared.

These ghostly things seemed to be able to sense the player's fear, and after discovering that Fan Xiao showed no fear whatsoever, they simply left.

Fan Xiao turned her gaze to the dressing mirror, where her reflection still held a cold and gloomy look.

The next second, the ghostly thing in the mirror suddenly popped out and pounced straight at him, baring its fangs and claws, ready to attack.

Out of concern, Fan Xiao suppressed the urge to retaliate immediately, leaving the decision of whether to attack entirely to the little angel.

He stood still, quietly watching the other person's movements.

When the ghostly thing came up to him and saw that he didn't react, it put away its attack stance.

It pierced through his body in an instant and then ran towards the door, as if it were fleeing.

Seeing that Fan Xiao had turned around, he quickly followed.

After analyzing the dangerous patterns at night, his behavior became much more aggressive, just waiting to verify his conjecture.

The ghostly thing passed through the door, and he immediately opened the door and followed it out.

The ghostly thing ran into Xiaochi's room, and he followed it in.

Xiao Chi, who was lying in bed sleeping, was soon awakened by the noise.

She sat up abruptly and asked nervously, "Who is it?"

"I."

Fan Xiao responded.

Xiao Chi drew back the curtains and looked towards the door in the moonlight. When she saw Fan Xiao's figure, she exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? What are you doing here..."

"Something has entered your room, so I came to check it out."

As Fan Xiao spoke, he looked around and found that the ghostly thing had disappeared.

"Things?" Xiaochi immediately tensed up: "What things?"

"I guess a ghost got in," Fan Xiaosuo replied.

Upon hearing this, Xiaochi's face turned pale, and she asked in a trembling voice, "Um... are you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure. The image of me in the mirror in my room popped out and ran into your room. I think it's most likely a ghost."

Fan Xiao tried to provoke them with words: "Are all the ghosts in your town this cowardly? They're scared out of their wits just because I chased them? That's so pathetic!"

"Well..." Koike said, "I'm not quite sure either."

Thud—Suddenly, there was a sound of something falling from the bedside table.

Fan Xiao looked down and saw a picture frame lying on the ground.

He went over, picked it up, and prepared to put it back on the bedside table.

Then he suddenly realized that the bedside table was gone, replaced by a shrine-like altar painted in dark red, with an incense burner on it containing three burning incense sticks.

Instinctively, he turned the photo frame he had picked up over and saw that the front of it displayed Koike's portrait.

Koike... is dead.

At the same time, Fan Xiao felt a cold touch on his back.

Two pale, swollen arms, soaked and rotting, stretched out from around his neck and came into his view.

A female corpse embraced him from behind, her chilling breath brushing against the back of his neck, and a hoarse, deep voice whispered in his ear: "Don't look at me..."

"Don't look at me."

Don't look at me!

Upon hearing this, Fan Xiao placed the portrait on the altar.

He then responded, "What the hell are you yelling about!"

"..."

The hoarse voice stopped.

They probably didn't expect such a response.

Fan Xiao moved a few steps to avoid the cold, ghostly thing behind him.

Turning around, he could see the ghostly thing's appearance by the moonlight—a swollen female corpse dressed in Koike's clothes.