Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 350 What exactly was forgotten?

The casual remark made by the player outside... filled her with growing fear...

why?

He Lingling subconsciously clenched her teeth, a nameless fear sweeping through her mind for a moment.

It's only three days... just three days... it's impossible for the timeline to be extended—

He Lingling suddenly felt very tired.

Tired? Why would she be tired?

Aside from last night when they narrowly escaped death, the past two days have been pretty much like a "vacation," except they went to sleep in fear...

"..."

He Lingling's trembling hand was suddenly grasped.

It is Xu Han.

In the darkness, Xu Han's face showed concern. "What's wrong?"

He opened his mouth very slowly, and He Lingling could see it clearly.

It's nothing.

He Lingling responded in her heart and shook her head.

Xu Han didn't let go of her hand, but squeezed it tightly, though very gently, because his body hadn't really recovered yet.

The sounds of running outside the corridor mingled with the players' rapid breathing, along with the constant clatter of doors being opened and things being knocked over... It was extremely noisy.

coming soon.

He Lingling lowered her eyes gently, her large pupils, almost overflowing their sockets, gleaming with an almost eerie light in the darkness, slowly, slowly twisting into an invisible vortex.

She possesses prophetic talents.

He Lingling felt as if she had forgotten something.

Why...why am I feeling fear? It's different. The fear I felt just now was completely different from the fear I usually experience...

He Lingling's fingers, which were lying on the floor, began to spasm. She twisted her eyes, which no longer resembled human eyes, and bit her own fingers.

Before He Lingling even realized it, "Ghost Eye" had already been activated silently.

"..."

The room was very quiet.

The players who went up to the second floor didn't seem to want to check the lady's room yet, and continued to search and shout in the other rooms.

Xu Han felt the temperature under the bed getting colder and colder... He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he even felt that the smell of blood that he had gotten used to was gradually becoming thicker—

Xu Han felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

Perhaps out of fear, or perhaps to seek comfort in having someone nearby, Xu Han, through his eyes that were barely able to adjust to the light, suddenly noticed that He Lingling beside him was biting something with her head down.

Xu Han: "..."

He slowly pursed his lips, and his body, which had just recovered a little, shifted slightly. After controlling himself to not make a sound, he quietly peeked at He Lingling beside him.

The next second, Xu Han covered her mouth, which was about to cry out, and grabbed He Lingling's hand, silently biting her lower lip.

What are you doing?!

He Lingling was biting her own finger. Her mouth was covered in blood, but she seemed completely oblivious to the pain as she continued biting her finger.

Interrupted by Xu Han, He Lingling turned her head to look at him blankly.

When those murky, distorted eyes met Xu Han's gaze, Xu Han felt like he was about to faint from fright.

Holy crap...when exactly did He Lingling unlock her talent skill?! No wonder he felt a chill all over his body—

boom!

The tightly closed door was suddenly pushed open, and the sound of the door slamming against the wall was extremely jarring.

Taking this opportunity, Xu Han quickly leaned close to He Lingling's ear, took a deep breath, and whispered:

"What are you doing! Doesn't your finger hurt?!"

What's wrong with He Lingling? Her finger is already bleeding so much from being bitten, yet she's still biting it...

“…No,” He Lingling’s expression was somewhat strange, her chin trembled slightly in the darkness, and her voice was barely audible.

"I was just thinking about something... It's so strange, I feel like I've forgotten something..."

"……what?"

Xu Han was completely bewildered. He gripped He Lingling's blood-stained hand tightly, his heart pounding.

"What have you forgotten? No... We've had a fine three days, nothing strange has happened."

The only somewhat strange thing was that they only realized at this point that the shadowy figures were "Madam," which could be interpreted as them overlooking it—

"Is there anyone in Madam's room?"

After the door was kicked open, a player's voice could be heard.

"Are you all out of your minds? Judging from what's happened, Mr. Xiao and his group probably never had good intentions towards 'Madam' to begin with. Why would they dare hide here? Aren't they afraid of retaliation?"

"maybe."

The player who suggested coming in to look for them sighed: "Don't think too highly of them. If they were really afraid of retaliation or felt guilty, they wouldn't have done those things."

"People who do such things will never reflect on their actions; they will only think about why they didn't go any further."

"……grass!"

The players began searching their surroundings, and one of them couldn't help but curse:

"These people are all heartless. If it weren't for these people doing such things, there probably wouldn't be so many game instances."

“There are pros and cons.”

Someone said, "Without the game, we'd really be dead."

“…That’s true,” someone said after a few seconds of silence, then chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"I didn't feel anything when I died, but now that I'm back to die again, I really don't want to."

"Who isn't?"

Amidst a noisy rummaging, Xu Han saw through the gaps in the sheets that someone was slowly walking towards the bed.

The scene of the lady's death was so gruesome that everyone witnessed it, and with the blood and some rotting corpse parts still on the bed, most players were unwilling to come to the bedside to look for them.

Just seeing this bed reminds me of the lady who died here…

"...Sigh, do we really need to find a bed? I think maybe we don't need one. This place is so bloody, no one should be here..."

"We still have to find one. Once we find one, we can share it with each other, and everyone can get a bowl of detoxifying soup."

"..."

Xu Han: "..."

He suppressed his rapid breathing, praying they wouldn't pull back the sheets—

"don’t worry."

A faint whisper came from the side.

"They won't see us."

Huh? Why?

Xu Han turned his head again and looked into He Lingling's eyes. The next second, he felt his eyeballs start to hurt.

As He Lingling gradually regained consciousness, she looked away, gazing down at her mangled, bloody fingers, and whispered:

"I heard someone open the closet."

As if in response to He Lingling's words, a sudden gasp from the players filled the room.

At the same time, a heavy thud sounded, accompanied by a strong smell of blood spreading through the room, and He Lingling and Xu Han both held their breath.

Looking through the gap at the bottom of the sheet, you could see Mr. Xiao had rolled out of the wardrobe.