Chapter 42: Gunshot

Close to noon, Lu Feng sat alone at the table, head lowered, writing something on the paper.

Suddenly, he stopped his pen and frowned, resting his chin on his hand as he began to think.

The paper before Lu Feng was already covered with dense writing.

He was recording in detail everything that had happened since he arrived at the old mansion, hoping to find some clue hidden within.

And after carefully reviewing each previous event, Lu Feng indeed discovered certain abnormalities—

On the first day, Wu Fan fell to his death…

On the second day, Su Qi was killed by the Evil Spirit…

On the third day, Xiao Zhiquan pushed Zhang Yifeng down the stairs, causing him to “die” once…

Originally, these incidents did not seem problematic, but now that he thought about them carefully, weren’t they… a bit too coincidental?

Lu Feng lowered his head and continued thinking—

The Evil Spirit would not kill its followers, but it would kill ordinary players;

All players could kill themselves;

No player could kill another player.

These three points were his deductions, an extension of the game’s rules.

At that time, just after he came up with these three hypotheses, Xiao Zhiquan had coincidentally pushed Zhang Yifeng down the stairs, leading to his death and resurrection, directly proving his deductions to be correct…

Was this really just coincidence?

If it wasn’t coincidence, then what did it mean?

And Wu Fan’s death—was it truly just an accidental fall?

Lu Feng picked up his teacup and drank all the tea in one go, but the icy coldness could not cool his overheated brain.

His tangled thoughts were like a ball of yarn, yet still failed to find any decisive clue—

After Bai Quye’s failed suicide attempt, she was immediately possessed by the Evil Spirit.

So, one could roughly deduce that the condition for possession was being in the worst mental state, or having the strongest suicidal desire…

Then that Luo Yuqi, who had not been killed—could she possibly be an Evil Spirit Follower?

And Bai Quye’s death—was it really…

Dong dong dong!!!

Suddenly, the door was violently pounded, the sound especially loud.

Interrupted from his thoughts, Lu Feng felt slightly annoyed and asked impatiently,

“Who’s outside? What is it?”

But no response came from beyond the door, which gave Lu Feng a faint sense of wrongness.

“Who exactly is out there?”

Still, nobody answered him.

The next moment, with a loud bang, the door to Lu Feng’s room shook violently.

Obviously, someone outside was trying to force it open.

Lu Feng’s face immediately darkened.

Even after he had responded, they were still trying to break in—whoever was outside was clearly up to no good.

Bang! Bang!

Two more heavy crashes followed, and the door finally gave way under the force, kicked open.

Three figures appeared at the doorway.

Seeing the three before him, Lu Feng’s expression grew grim as he frowned,

“Xiao Zhiquan, Zhang Yifeng, Yu Zhe… what do you think you’re doing?”

In response to Lu Feng’s questioning, Zhang Yifeng sneered,

“What we’re doing? Don’t you know what you’ve done?”

“Me?”

Lu Feng frowned deeper.

He didn’t recall ever doing anything to offend Zhang Yifeng.

“Enough, stop talking to him. If we don’t make him suffer, he’ll never confess honestly—”

Xiao Zhiquan’s face twisted viciously as he glared at Lu Feng.

“How could he ever admit he’s an Evil Spirit Follower?”

Evil Spirit Follower?

In an instant, Lu Feng understood what they meant.

“You suspect that I’m an Evil Spirit Follower?”

“Heh, keep pretending. Do you think we’d believe you?”

Yu Zhe said coldly.

Just then, from the room closest to Lu Feng, came Lin You’s roar,

“Damn it, are you crazy? Let me go!”

“Shut up! Keep talking and I’ll cut off your hand!”

But Lin You was not someone who scared easily.

The threats only provoked his resistance further.

Sure enough, the next moment, sounds of violent struggle erupted from the neighboring room—glass shattering, furious shouts filling the air.

However, the fight lasted only a dozen seconds before a tragic scream rang out from Lin You, and then the room fell silent.

“Lin You!”

Clearly, Lin You had met with misfortune.

Lu Feng shouted loudly, but received no response.

“You still have the mood to worry about him? Better worry about yourself first!”

Zhang Yifeng sneered as the three of them closed in on Lu Feng.

But they had only taken two steps when they froze, staring in shock at Lu Feng—

For in his hand, Lu Feng had drawn the revolver that never left his side, pointing it straight at them.

“H-He has a gun!?”

“Don’t worry, it-it must be fake, just some scare tactic…”

Bang!!!!

Flame burst from the muzzle, and the thunderous gunshot echoed through the entire old mansion.

The three before him shuddered violently at the sound.

They looked up dumbly at the ceiling, where a smoking bullet hole had appeared above the gun barrel.

“I know players can’t kill players. But if you want to try the feeling of a bullet tearing through your body… I don’t mind helping you.”

Lu Feng’s expression was grim, his gaze cold as he spoke in a low voice.

…

In the empty lounge on the second floor, a faint sound rang out.

A painting on the wall shook, and then, from a corner, a trapdoor slowly opened.

Yu Mo and Liuli crawled out from the trapdoor, covered in dust and dirt, exhaustion written across their faces.

In Yu Mo’s hand was a notebook identical to the one Lu Feng had previously found.

The two girls sat side by side, panting heavily.

Once they had caught their breath, Yu Mo, unable to hold back any longer, turned to Liuli at once,

“Alright, now you can tell me—what exactly happened that day in your room with Xiao Feng?”

Liuli was taken aback, then smiled helplessly,

“We just got out, and you’re already asking this?”

“You promised.”

“Alright, alright… I’ll tell you now—”

Seeing Yu Mo’s insistence, Liuli stopped dodging and said slowly,

“That day, between him and me… nothing happened.”

“Wha… You—you said before that he saw your body!”

“Yes, but just because he saw it, does it mean something had to happen?”

Liuli teased as she looked at the girl before her, whose face was gradually flushing red.

“You…”

Just as Yu Mo was about to burst with frustration, a deafening gunshot echoed from the third floor.

Both girls’ hearts jumped, and they exchanged a quick glance before rushing upstairs together.

…

At this moment, Lu Feng was still holding his gun, forcing back the crazed people step by step.

In the corridor, he saw Lin You, covered in blood and unconscious, and Zhang Tong, beaten black and blue, being dragged in the middle by two people.

That girl, Luo Yuqi, was not faring any better.

In her struggles, her clothes had been torn apart, even her undergarments ripped open.

Now, she could only helplessly hug her half-bare body, curled up and trembling as she sobbed.

Lu Feng took a deep breath, sorrow and fury rising to the peak in his chest—

They were all classmates, but now, just to survive, they had turned so cruel against those they once lived alongside…

No.

Perhaps from the very start of this game, they had ceased to be companions.

“Let them go. Now!”

Lu Feng’s eyes were filled only with coldness as he issued his warning in a low voice.

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