I'm Immortal Speed Pass Supernatural Game

Tap, tap, tap—tap, tap, tap—

The book boy was rhythmically tapping the table with his fingers in the room.

In the other hand, he held Jasmine's diary, scrutinizing it carefully.

After a moment, he looked up at the clock on the living room wall.

"That guy wouldn't have just knocked her out, searched her body, and ransacked the room, would he?"

He found it hard to imagine what Yan Shuangying was doing next door with that slovenly woman in her impenetrable state.

Thinking of this, he felt like going over to check on the situation.

But he worried about suddenly barging in and disturbing Yan Shuangying's conversation.

After all, he had just been rejected by the slovenly woman.

Rushing in might backfire.

He feared teammates who were as useless as pigs more than godlike opponents.

The book boy always believed—

That as a teammate in a strategy game, it was acceptable to be so useless as to provide no help.

But it was unacceptable to be so stupid as to interfere with other people's plans.

Of course, that was assuming the others had the ability to devise a strategy to clear the game.

And generally speaking, he himself was the one who played that role in the game.

But now…it was hard to say.

He still acknowledged Yan Shuangying's abilities.

It was just that most of his actions were too baffling.

"Knock, knock!"

A knock sounded on the door.

Without even looking up, the book boy called out, "Come in."

However, the person who opened the door was not Yan Shuangying, whom he had expected to return.

Nor was it even another player.

But rather a kind-looking, white-haired old lady.

She was holding a plate of braised pork in her hand.

When she smiled, the wrinkles on her face piled up like a wax sculpture that had been ravaged by an invisible hand.

Her eyes narrowed into slits, and her eye bags were as heavy as two wriggling chrysalises lying on her face.

The book boy had seen this person today.

She was a resident from upstairs.

Because when they went downstairs to gather, she had come down from upstairs at the entrance of the passageway.

The book boy's memory was almost photographic.

He could even remember that compared to this morning, the old lady had a little bit of white foam on her collar.

She must have brushed her teeth after going back.

Some of the low-quality toothpaste had rubbed off on her collar.

And she seemed to have lost more weight; the hand holding the bowl and plate looked like a withered tree branch.

Her whole body was filled with the unique senescence of an elderly person.

The old lady slowly said, "I stewed a little extra meat at home, so I brought some over for you."

When she saw that the person sitting on the sofa was not the familiar long-haired Jasmine from room 307.

She immediately asked in surprise, "Young man, are you…Jasmine's boyfriend?"

This made the book boy speechless.

He couldn't nod in agreement.

Nor could he deny it.

He couldn't possibly tell this old woman—that the Jasmine she was talking about was currently in the refrigerator, exuding a cold and alluring aura, could he?

Last night, after Yan Shuangying fished the other party's remains out of the pot.

Because there was nowhere to dispose of them, and he was worried that they would rot outside and breed the stench of corpses.

So he had packed her in a black plastic bag and frozen her in the bottom layer of the refrigerator.

He had told himself this when they were eating breakfast.

That was also when the pork was found.

In the end, he chose to admit it.

Otherwise, there was no way to explain why he was at Jasmine's house.

"Uh, that's right, I am…As for Jasmine, she went out for a walk, a post-meal stroll."

The book boy lied without batting an eye.

He readily took the bowl and plate that the old woman handed over.

Looking at the fragrant and flavorful braised meat, even though he had just eaten breakfast not long ago, he felt as if a tapeworm was rumbling in his stomach.

"That's right, when Jasmine comes back, you must remind her to eat it while it's hot; the meat will be tough if it cools down; it's just right now, soft and tender."

Having said that, the old lady just stared at the book boy.

There was a sense that she wouldn't leave unless he ate it.

To this, he could only reluctantly take a pair of chopsticks.

He picked up a piece of braised meat the size of a baby's fist and put it in his mouth, chewing.

He also gave a thumbs up and praised, "Old lady, your craftsmanship is really good."

"What kind of meat is this? It tastes soft but not greasy, more chewy than pork, a bit like beef, but even more like chicken…"

Speaking of this, the book boy was momentarily dazed.

Yan Shuangying's image of picking up a slice of meat in the morning couldn't help but appear in his mind.

Those dead fish eyes flashed with a teasing look.

He explained with a straight face, "Pork has finer muscle fibers, while the distribution of human fat varies greatly from individual to individual. In fact, it is usually not as selectively bred and optimized as pork, and the taste will be worse, probably closer to a mixture of beef and chicken."

Whoosh—

A smear of cold sweat hung on his forehead.

The chewing motion in his mouth also stopped.

No! Something was very, very wrong!

How could this feeling be so similar to what he said?

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The thought of what he might have in his mouth made the book boy couldn't help but turn to the side and retch.

The piece of meat also fell into the trash can.

The old lady felt a pang of heartache at the sight.

She hurriedly stepped forward to show her concern, "Oh dear, what's wrong? Does the taste not suit you?"

The book boy picked up the water glass and took a big gulp, quickly rinsing his mouth.

Then he spat the water mixed with the taste of meat into the trash can.

His complexion was a little unsightly, and he barely squeezed out a wry smile, saying, "Sorry, I caught a cold last night and have a fever, so I feel a bit nauseous when I eat things."

"Let Jasmine eat it when she comes back; I'm not fortunate enough to enjoy it for the time being."

Looking at the old lady's face full of sorrow.

She even intended to come forward and touch his forehead.

The book boy quickly raised his hand to refuse, saying, "It's better for us to keep a little distance, lest I infect you with a cold, cough, cough, cough!"

Having said that, he pretended to cough twice.

He got up and picked up the bowl and plate containing the braised meat.

He walked into the kitchen and covered it with a food cover.

Seeing this, the old lady didn't linger any longer.

Before leaving at the door, she also cared, "If you have a cold, drink more hot water, okay? Do you have any medicine at home? If you don't, remember to come to my house to get some; it's upstairs in room 401."

After she had completely walked away.

The book boy then began to check his body for any discomfort.

He kept recalling the events he had experienced in the short few minutes just now.

He felt a burst of awkwardness and a sense of incongruity.

He didn't feel much fear or dread.

After all, the book boy was just a paper doll; his main body was still lying in the witch's tent.

But there was indeed a problem now.

A very big problem!

He wasn't referring to the braised meat or the old lady; their problems were obvious.

But rather some problems hidden beneath the surface.

It was some kind of problem that had appeared in himself!

If it were his usual self, how could he possibly be so careless as to not even observe through the peephole at the door before directly inviting the other party in?

And knowing full well that anyone could be replaced by a [Mimic].

How could his usual self so easily put the unknown meat handed over by a strange old lady in his mouth?

He was currently clearing a nightmare-level game!

Why would he relax his vigilance to this extent?

Splash—

He twisted open the kitchen faucet and reached out his hand to feel the icy cold temperature.

He kept patting it on his face, trying to make himself more awake.

It seemed that the danger in this game was not just the direct harm from the [Mimics] at night.

Even during the day, there was some kind of unknown danger lurking in the dark.

If he had really swallowed that piece of meat.

What would have happened?

Would he have directly turned into a [Mimic]?

Knock, knock—

A knocking sound rang out.

The book boy, with water droplets still dripping from his face, suddenly twisted his head towards the refrigerator next to him.

Just now…did the knocking sound seem to come from the refrigerator?

He was just washing his face vigorously, and his attention wasn't very focused.

Was it an illusion?

Knock, knock—

Just as Shutong was about to open the refrigerator to check the situation.

The knocking sound rang out again.

With his attention focused, the location was quite rapid.

The result also eased his emotions slightly—

It was the sound of knocking on the door from outside.

And it was accompanied by Yan Shuangying's teasing:

"Is Xiaoxuan there? Is Xiaoxuan there?"

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"Yes, yes, yes, yes, I am Jiaomei."

Phew~ Scaring himself.

Shutong casually wiped the water stains on his face with his sleeve.

He walked to the door and looked through the peephole.

It was indeed Yan Shuangying's appearance, still wrapped in the blanket he had taken when he went out.

However, after experiencing the bizarre stewed meat incident just now.

He still asked vigilantly: "What does 'the decline of rites and music' mean? Please answer."

This was the verification method Yan Shuangying had given him last night.

If he received a normal answer, it would mean that there was a problem with the person outside the door.

However, the next second, he heard the other party say:

"The meaning of 'the decline of rites and music' is—the betrothal gift negotiation broke down, making everyone happy."

Shutong: "?"

Although he wanted to laugh, he held back.

OK, this is the real person.

After saying 'please come in' and opening the door a crack, Wu Wang's figure darted in immediately.

It was as if something was chasing him from behind.

After entering, he rushed into the bedroom without looking back.

He also closed the door behind him.

Just as Shutong reached out to open the door, a voice came from the bedroom—

"I'm completely naked right now. If you open the door and see Excalibur with a stye, don't blame me."

Shutong's hand froze on the doorknob.

After a moment, the door opened from the inside.

Wu Wang changed back into his clothes and walked out.

He was indeed in a hurry to get into the room just now.

After all, he couldn't let Tan Lili discover that he was actually hiding in the adjacent room 307.

Although she was still stunned in the room at the moment.

What if she came out and took a look?

Fortunately, Shutong opened the door quickly, and the plan has had no problems so far.

Looking at the water stains on Shutong's collar and sleeves.

And slightly twitching his nose to smell the strange smell in the air.

After casting his gaze on the mosaic in the trash can.

Wu Wang sat down on the sofa with a thud.

He opened his mouth and asked: "Who came to deliver stewed meat just now? Well, there's a bit too much white vinegar, a sour smell, a low-level chef."

"What did the other party do? Why are you so scared that you're sweating cold sweat?"

Shutong didn't feel any surprise at all at this guy's terrifying observation skills.

He just dragged a chair and sat opposite him.

He said solemnly and seriously: "Yan Shuangying, I've discovered that our perceptions are starting to have problems."

"Have you felt that after only one night, you've started to have a inexplicable sense of dependence and familiarity with this apartment?"

"It's like you've lived here for many years, with a sense of comfort and relaxation like returning home."

"You completely don't want to think about some details that should be very wrong."

Wu Wang raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

Signaling him to continue.

"For example, when I came back from next door before and knocked on the door."

"You actually let me in directly, without even confirming whether I was the real person."

"What if I've been replaced by a [Mimic]? Wouldn't you be in danger?"

"Would you usually be so unguarded?"

Wu Wang nodded honestly: "Yeah, I'm not afraid of death anyway."

Shutong: "?"

You motherfucker! What time is it, and you're still joking!

Abstract art is completely out of place, isn't it!

But he still told Wu Wang everything that had happened to him just now, as well as his doubts about his self-awareness.

Shutong felt that this instance was not like [Anecdotes of the Pear Garden] and most instances, which gave a clear survival time.

It didn't give any time limit at all.

It seemed to give the players a lot of room to play.

In fact, all the dangers have long been marked in secret.

The longer you stay here, the more your thinking and living habits will be assimilated.

In the end, maybe there's no need for [Mimics] or other deadly dangers.

The players will naturally live forever.

Forgetting their player identity and becoming a member of the aborigines.

If that's really the case.

Then among the aborigines of this apartment now, there may be players who failed to complete the game before!

To this, Wu Wang just said lightly: "Then don't use such a long time, just speedrun it."

"I'm going to see the circus later, are you coming with me?"

Shutong's expression was slightly strange.

He asked in surprise: "Did you really find out from Tan Lili how to get the tickets from the apartment manager?"

"How did you do it… wait, weren't you naked under the blanket when you went out and came back?"

"You didn't seduce her, did you?"

"No wonder you took half an hour."

Pa—

Two rectangular tickets that looked like children's handmade drawings were slapped on the table by Wu Wang.

Under Shutong's increasingly wonderful expression.

Wu Wang's mouth twitched.

He said angrily, hating that iron cannot be made into steel: "What kind of yellow garbage is in your head? Do I look like that kind of person?"

"Yes.", Shutong nodded immediately.

Wu Wang said angrily: "Do I look like someone who only has half an hour? Who are you looking down on!"

Damn it! Is that the point?

Shutong clenched his fists.

Sometimes he really wanted to call the police and have this bastard arrested!

Seeing that the other party was about to hit him.

Wu Wang then handed over a ticket.

And shared the information he had obtained.

He also added some special information that he had obtained after coaxing Tan Lili and cooperating with her—

"The apartment manager is actually rarely in the building during the day, and no one knows where he goes."

"So, Tan Lili is helping to keep a stack of circus tickets, so that if someone wants to see the circus but can't find the manager, I can get them directly from her."

"Moreover, the apartment manager may not be completely on the side of humans. He has reached an agreement with the highest-ranking [Mimic]—to let the other party restrain the other [Mimics], and at least 20% of real people must be left in the apartment."

"The specific reason is unknown."

"The reason why Tan Lili became an agent is that she can distinguish [Mimics] by smell. This woman's sense of smell is extraordinary."

"She said that [Mimics] have a unique sour smell on them."

"[Mimics] cannot be removed by any physical means. Even if their heads are cut off, they can still live normally."

Speaking of this, Wu Wang suddenly paused.

He lowered his head, picked up the trash can, and dumped it out.

Looking at the pile of mosaic that Shutong had chewed and spit out on the ground.

He lay on the ground and frantically twitched his nostrils in an extremely perverted posture.

He even poked the pile of minced meat with his hand.

Then, he looked at Shutong with an extremely serious expression.

After taking a deep breath, he said:

"If I say, this thing may still be alive."

"Would you vomit on me now?"

"If so, please find a plastic bag and go to the bedroom to vomit, don't spoil the smell of the living room."

Shutong: "! ?"