Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 702 - 700 Luck

"What do you all think?" Bai Haozheng asked earnestly. "About what Danfei wrote."

"Hmm..." Li Ang furrowed his brows, pondering for a moment before turning to look at Bob.

The elderly Black man had been red-eyed, his fists clenched, for a while now, struggling to restrain the sorrow in his heart. Kafei and Danfei had been very good friends of his; their bond stretched from childhood in the real world all the way into this deadly game. But now, less than two days into the script mission, Kafei had been eaten alive, and Danfei was left with only one hand and one leg, leaving Bob alone in the perilous Dolphin Hotel...

Why!

Kafei was the first to die. Danfei had encountered extremely terrifying anomalous events for two consecutive nights. In contrast, 13Mark on the eighth floor and Omega on the first floor had experienced two consecutive uneventful days, remaining safe and sound.

This isn't fair!

Bob desperately wanted to scream, but he also knew that the matter of the sticky notes was purely random. Resenting fate's unfairness was useless; he couldn't blame anyone else.

"Bob, old buddy, you must have known Danfei quite well, right? Take a look at the handwriting on this paper. Is it Danfei's?" Li Ang handed the paper to Bob.

Bob snorted, taking the paper. He furrowed his brow and glanced at it. "It should be Danfei's handwriting. He likes to draw his Ws like waves and write his Bs in a single stroke. There's no mistake; it's definitely his own handwriting."

Li Ang nodded. "What about the smell of saliva on it? Take a sniff. Is it his too?"

"?" Bob craned his neck, baffled. "How would I know what his saliva smells like? Do you have some misunderstanding about us?"

"True friends should know everything about each other," Li Ang declared righteously. "If you don't even know what your friend's saliva tastes like, what kind of friends are you?"

Whatever makes you happy. The corner of Bob's eye twitched, but he ignored Li Ang's bizarre request.

"The saliva smell is secondary. Take a look at the handwriting on the sticky note," Bai Haozheng said calmly. "Does it belong to Danfei or Kafei? Or is it someone you don't recognize?"

"Are you saying the content on the sticky note might have been left by Kafei?" Mule raised an eyebrow. "That could explain why the note's content is self-contradictory. If the handwriting is Kafei's, it might prove the hotel can restrain the Spiritual Bodies of those who've died within its walls…"

Bob took the sticky note and observed it carefully for a moment. Finally, he shook his head. "It doesn't look like Kafei's handwriting. His script is neater and clearer; his letters don't run together."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"...That's strange then." Mule hummed thoughtfully, looking at the paper. "According to Danfei's own analysis last night, there are several interpretations for the note's content. First, connect the room's telephone to the line, and if a call comes in, don't answer. Second, answer the call but don't speak. Third, answer the first call but not the second.

"He ruled out the first guess after checking that the phone line was intact. As for the second, the phone first rang in the corridor. After hesitating for a few seconds, he chose to follow the hotel guidelines and didn't open the door to answer it. He also dismissed the third hypothesis himself—the wall-mounted phone on the right side of the eleventh-floor corridor rang, and he didn't answer it. So, there was even less reason for him to run to the next room, taking a double risk, to answer a phone. Moreover, the phone in his own room, 1172, also rang. Considering all these factors, he decided to answer the third call."

"The content suddenly breaks off," Bai Haozheng said in a low voice, frowning slightly. "It's possible that during the call, he heard something that greatly disturbed him, so he couldn't write down the call's content on the note. Of course, it's also possible that an anomalous entity directly controlled his body through the phone and stopped him—but that's less likely. If an anomalous entity could control him through the phone, he wouldn't have been able to write the subsequent text; he would have been killed immediately."

"Hmm." Li Ang nodded, turning his head to scan the room. "The amount of blood in here suggests a loss equivalent to about half of Danfei's body mass. Considering the different types of bloodstains and the way items are scattered, I believe Danfei was first attacked near the living room sofa. At that time, he was already prepared, had set up the room defensively, and was confident the attacker couldn't easily break in. He was standing by the living room sofa when attacked and even had time to write.

"However, the attacker entered Room 1172 with ease, moving so quickly Danfei couldn't react before an arm was severed. He dropped the paper and tried to resist but was immediately knocked down, sent flying into a corner of the living room, crashing against furniture in his path.

"But Danfei hadn't lost all ability to fight. He quickly scrambled up, pushed off the ground, and lunged across the living room, swinging his axe at the attacker—the blood splatters on the walls and carpet attest to this. What happened next was a struggle in the narrow living room. Danfei was quickly overpowered; his right leg was hacked off, and he collapsed. His attacker then grabbed his left ankle and dragged him across the carpet and out the door—the straight drag marks on the carpet and threshold confirm this. The attacker dragged Danfei out of Room 1172 and closed the door from the outside. Since the corridor resets, no bloodstains remained on its carpet…"

Li Ang pondered for a moment, then turned to Bai Haozheng and asked, "The door was closed when you arrived, right?" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"It was closed, but not locked from the inside," Bai Haozheng stated. "The fact it wasn't bolted proves the door was opened last night."

The players had previously discussed closing their doors at night and bolting them from the inside for safety. Danfei wouldn't have been foolish enough not to check the main door during curfew. The only explanation was that the so-called 'They' could open doors even if they were bolted from the inside.

Wanli Fengdao frowned. "'They'... what exactly does that mean?"

"'They' and 'She' are separate," Mule said, tilting his head. "'She' probably refers to the old woman in red Danfei saw last night. And 'They' might refer to all the anomalous entities in the hotel? If that's the case, our chances of survival are even slimmer..."

Bai Haozheng nodded. "Danfei didn't leave his room and followed the note's instructions, yet he was attacked by an anomalous entity that came up from downstairs. This means his actions did indeed violate the note's instructions, leading to punishment."

"You can only say he had terrible luck," Li Ang said, shaking his head. "The note's instructions were too vague and open to multiple interpretations, and he just happened to make the choice that triggered the punishment. Hmm... From his account, he seemed quite certain the footsteps in the corridor were a woman's, most likely the old woman in red from last night. That woman came from the tenth floor. I suggest we search the tenth floor again to see if we can find anything else Danfei might have left behind."