Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 715 - 713 Mars

Li Ang didn't explain the principles of this operation to his two companions. He let go of Mule and looked at the pen floating above the paper.

When he had "grown a helping hand" for Mule, he had made sure that the palm was firmly attached to the surface of the pen to prevent it from breaking free.

GLUG. GLUG. GLUG.

Mule, standing beside him, silently drank the healing Magic Potion in large gulps, and the small wounds on her body rapidly healed.

This healing Magic Potion was produced by the Demon Scientist Alliance. Its effect was far inferior to the Miniature Life Potion sold in the System Store; it couldn't immediately heal fatal wounds, but it was cheap (relatively speaking), and mid to high-level players could well afford it.

"What do we do now?" the Black Holy Son asked, hesitating.

"You can see what's entwined on it, right?" Li Ang squinted and asked casually. "Is there a way to directly remove it or communicate with it?"

"I can see it," the Black Holy Son answered honestly. "But in my Spiritual Sense's view, it's just a swirling mass of chaotic gas that keeps changing color. It doesn't seem to be a Spiritual Body with a sound mind and memories from its life, capable of rational communication. I guess there's no way to communicate with it through conversation. As for removing or sealing it... that's probably difficult. Besides, hasn't it calmed down now? It's not thrashing about aggressively anymore, so it should be fine to leave it alone, right?"

Li Ang turned his head upon hearing this and glanced at the Black Holy Son.

Ever since entering the scenario, he had kept his Title Skill, Mystery Delver, active, secretly collecting information about the other players.

The secrets of the others were crystal clear to him, with the exception of the Black Holy Son, Bai Haozheng, and Omega—the secrets hovering above their heads were just the same few, repeated.

If Mystery Delver was functioning properly, the only explanation was that these three players had anticipated someone probing their minds and had taken precautionary measures.

Ordinary methods, like the subconscious defenses against thought thieves in *Inception*, couldn't withstand the Special Effect of Mystery Delver; mysteries only yield to higher-level mysteries.

The Black Holy Son, Bai Haozheng, and Omega must each possess equipment, items, or skills with a priority equal to or higher than Mystery Delver to counteract mind-reading effects.

Therefore, Li Ang currently only suspected that the Black Holy Son possessed an exorcism item but hadn't immediately confirmed it.

"We need some kind of precaution, after all."

Li Ang spread his hands nonchalantly, his peripheral vision scanning the Black Holy Son's face, trying to deduce the latter's mental state from the minute twitches of his facial muscles.

However, the Black Holy Son concealed his true emotions very well, and Li Ang couldn't find any clues.

"Let's close the door first."

Li Ang didn't dwell on the issue. He used Fragment Scatter from a distance to close the door to room 0408, then turned to pick up the paper on the table.

The paper contained an account of Mule's experiences tonight.

According to the experience of previous players, with abnormal incidents that weren't immediately fatal, there wouldn't be any problems as long as one held out until daylight when the curfew ended. After triggering the abnormal event, Mule, being cautious, had asked some innocuous questions, such as the color of the sofa in the room and the number of chairs.

She had deliberately spoken at a slower pace, with long intervals between questions, pretending to be thinking to buy herself time.

"This summoned 'thing' can clearly state the number of sofas in the room and their color," Li Ang mused, then spoke slowly. "There are a few possibilities. One, it has eyes and can perceive the outside world. Two, it was once a guest of the hotel, or it's part of the hotel itself. Three, it can read minds. Four, or some combination of the above. Hmm... Right, have you tried just ignoring it and not saying anything?"

"Hmm?" Mule was taken aback. "Ignore it?"

"That's right." Li Ang nodded. "Summoning a Pen Spirit doesn't necessarily have to involve predictions. You can summon it, then just watch the pen without speaking—a staring contest to see who breaks first. After all, the note only requires you to play a supernatural game; it doesn't say you have to win. Just drag it out until the curfew is over."

"Well..." Mule hesitated for a moment. "I have tried to slow down my speech on purpose, but if the gap between questions is too long, the pen starts to tremble slightly. I'm afraid it will become restless."

"Oh." Li Ang nodded. "So, it doesn't let you stall for time, huh..."

Suddenly, the hitherto still pen began to tremble inexplicably. Cracks and wounds started appearing again on the noodle-like arm lying on the floor. However, because the arm, coiled on the ground, was so long, the abnormal Energy transmitted from the pen couldn't have a strong effect on Mule.

"Be careful," the Black Holy Son, at her side, warned. "The special Energy on the surface of the pen has become active again. This should be... it urging you to ask a question quickly?"

Ask a question? What question?

Mule opened her mouth, hesitant. Her last inquiry about the current time had caused her to bleed all over. If she asked another taboo question now, who knew if the entity would react even more violently—Mule wasn't willing to gamble her life solely on Li Ang's healing abilities.

As Mule wavered, Li Ang's eyes suddenly lit up with an idea. He took out his own pen and wrote on the back of the paper titled 'Don't Panic When Encountering Abnormal Events,' then raised it to show Mule.

The paper displayed a line of 'Kill Matt' style 'Martian script.' Above this script, Pinyin had been thoughtfully added for each character. Translated, it meant: 'Is there shit in the toilet?'

Li Ang knew from his previous interactions with Mule that she could speak Chinese; reading it aloud using the Pinyin wouldn't be a problem.

??

When Mule saw this line of text, she first froze, then quickly realized Li Ang wanted her to ask the pen this question. It would satisfy the requirement to ask something periodically and also test what language the Pen Spirit used, verifying if it understood questions by reading minds.

Mule nodded and, swallowing her embarrassment, read aloud the line of 'Martian script' using the Pinyin.

One second, two seconds... The pen, held by the noodle-like arm, seemed to recover from a shock and moved with extreme slowness, pointing to 'No' on the paper.

It could even understand Martian script?

Mule's eyes lit up. Li Ang's guess was correct; the entity was indeed reading the host's thoughts directly through the physical connection.

Just as she was about to ask what to do next, she saw Li Ang slap his thigh and dash into the washroom. After a flurry of flushing and splashing sounds, Li Ang emerged, hands wet and hitching up his pants, saying gravely, "Now, ask that same question again."

??? What on earth did you do in the toilet?!