Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 322 The First Person to Die

After chatting with A-Yuan about everything, the old housekeeper went downstairs. Before leaving, she even asked the players who were still standing by the door what they wanted for breakfast.

The other party's thoughtful inquiry was met with a perfunctory "anything is fine" from the players.

—Just kidding, they really wouldn't dare to offer any opinions casually. How many people are as bold as Yu Shijiu...?

The elderly housekeeper continued to smile as she walked downstairs.

The players only breathed a sigh of relief when the other person's figure completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

"……etc."

Finally, some players belatedly realized why they had all appeared at the door at the same time.

"Didn't we just come out because someone was screaming in pain?"

Instead of seeing the person who screamed, they ended up chatting with the elderly housekeeper who was coming upstairs.

"You've finally realized it."

A female player, her face deathly pale, gripped the door frame tightly, her fingernails almost breaking off one by one.

Her disheveled appearance, with her rumpled clothes and blood splattered on half her face, conveyed a message to all the players.

Last night, a player died.

As if in response to the players' thoughts, the long-silent Dawn game notification sound slowly rang out.

[In the current instance "Equivalent Invitation," one player has already died. Please be careful and try your best to survive.]

"..."

The corridor was deathly silent.

A Yuan, standing by the door, was even paler than before. He stared at the door not far from him, his eyes meeting those of the blood-covered female player before quickly looking away.

...No, no, no, I can't look, I can't look, otherwise all the courage I've mustered up will disappear—

"Brother Yuan".

Lanping's approach brought A Yuan back to his senses from his imagined fear. He looked at Lanping, who was standing in front of him, in a daze, and subconsciously took a step forward.

“Lanping…”

He wanted to ask Lanping if she had seen or encountered anything last night... whether Uncle Qi and she had also encountered something—

"Take us to see it."

Another player stepped out of the room. He quickly approached the female player and said earnestly:

How did your roommate die?

The female player's mind was still in a daze. She nodded blankly, her voice hoarse and tinged with a metallic smell.

—She screamed herself hoarse in fear, or perhaps...or perhaps because when she opened her mouth, another player in the same room splattered blood into her throat.

The female player didn't dare to think about it too much. She swallowed hard, her saliva tinged with a metallic taste, and quickly led the group of players back to her room.

"Last night, we went to bed very early. You probably encountered... something similar to what we did, right?"

The female player, completely disoriented, grabbed one of the male players closest to her, saying, "I just couldn't control myself, I just inexplicably fell asleep..."

"...We know."

The male player noticed the other person was trembling, and although he was somewhat annoyed, he still patiently nodded:

"It's okay, it's daytime now, you don't need to be so scared. There are so many of us, nothing will happen."

"By the way, how did your roommate die?"

Upon hearing this, the female player seemed to regain her composure. "Okay, okay, I know, I know... Come on in and take a look, you'll see once you come in."

She seemed to be conjuring up some image, and even her voice trembled.

"I don't know either. I don't know how she died. She was perfectly fine last night when 'Madam' left—"

"what?"

The male player's expression changed drastically. "You mean 'Madam'?"

The players who followed them in also changed their expressions at the same time, exchanging glances and seeing horror in each other's eyes.

How could it be "Madam"?

The one who should be addressed as "Madam" is the one who should be addressed as such!

"What's wrong? What happened?"

The female player panicked instantly, gripping the male player's arm tightly, and letting out a sharp sound:

"So what if it's 'Madam'? It's 'Madam'! We clearly saw 'Madam' last night!"

The male player hissed as he was grabbed, wincing in pain but unable to pull his arm out of the female player's grasp.

The other person's emotional state is too unstable right now. What kind of death could have frightened them like this?

The male player's pupils suddenly contracted, and he instinctively took a step back.

Many other players reacted in the same way. Some timid or even shallow players turned pale instantly, and one even covered his mouth with a "vomit" sound.

The ornately decorated bedroom was covered in crimson blood—on the walls, the ceiling, the surrounding furniture, and even the two beds that should have been covered in pristine white sheets.

It was now stained crimson with blood.

On the blood-red bed near the window, the gruesome corpse of a woman, torn to shreds, lay twisted before all the players.

Her head lay upside down on the carpet, her body on the bed, her skin and flesh seemingly torn apart, revealing scarlet, bloody, mangled flesh and bones. Her abdominal cavity was stretched to a disgusting degree, with yellow fat and scarlet organs pressed together, making one feel nauseous and dizzy, wanting to run away.

But what's most terrifying are the other person's broken limbs and those eyes.

He must have seen something extremely terrifying before he died. His face, which was relatively intact compared to his body, was covered with scratches, but his eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets. Dense blood vessels and blood tears splattered around him, making him look sinister and resentful.

It's as if the corpse is resenting all the players who saw it.

A chill ran down the spines of all the players.

Although they knew that the dead players couldn't really do anything to them, they still dared not think too deeply about the eyes of the corpses.

They died such a tragic death.

No wonder the female player in the same room as her was so terrified.

"Depend on……"

The male player, who was closest to the player and had the clearest view, felt a sudden churning in his stomach.

He couldn't even feel the pain of being grabbed on his arm, and he suppressed his nausea and turned his head away to look away.

"Was she... was she torn apart by 'Madam'?"

Yes, the woman's body on the bed was torn apart almost from her legs, but the worst damage was to her abdomen, which was a bloody mess. It seemed that "Madam" hated this part of her body so much that she had almost torn off all the fat and organs inside her abdomen...

The female player trembled all over. She shook her head and then nodded, her eyes filled with fear and confusion.

"I don't know, I don't know!"

The female player screamed and grabbed the male player's hand again. This time, her broken nails almost dug into the male player's flesh.

"Fuck!"

The male player screamed in pain and shoved the other player away.