"What? Wrong?"

Xiao Gui'an could no longer remain seated, frowning slightly.

According to the line of reasoning he and Xu Zisheng had been following all along, aside from him being a Real Ghost, how could the other Real Ghost not be that girl named Wu Yunqiao?

Where exactly did they go wrong?

According to the mission given by the System, for the [Writer] identity as a Real Ghost, the best outcome would be to remain unexposed until the very end of the task.

But if Xu Zisheng couldn't find the other [Real Ghost] in the end, he couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

There were still nearly two hours left in the third round—plenty of time to go investigate what was really going on.

[In the third round, all 'Seekers' will be deployed, and none of you will have anywhere to hide!]

[Please note: do not make direct contact with the two 'Real Ghosts', do not make eye contact with them, do not let them see you, do not let them touch you, do not let them find you!!! Otherwise, you will never be found by anyone else!!!]

All Seekers were going to be deployed.

This was clearly targeting him.

After all, as one of the [Real Ghosts], the Writer had been slacking off and lying low throughout the first two rounds of the game. Now that it was already the third round, it would be truly unreasonable if he still didn't go out and move around.

"Alright, alright, I'm going out right now."

Xiao Gui'an wasn't too worried about the others; his main concern was directly confronting Xu Zisheng.

He simply couldn't understand why, when giving clues about one [Real Ghost], the direction wasn't very clear, but when it came to him, they directly threw out a house number?

If Xu Zisheng connected the dots even slightly, wouldn't he be able to confirm that he was one of the [Real Ghosts]?

Xiao Gui'an's mood instantly turned rather unpleasant.

Fortunately, he hadn't given his full name at that time.

He persistently took out the fruits he hadn't managed to deliver last night, placed them in a fruit basket, and then—to prevent them from being contaminated by the foul stench and dust outside—thoughtfully covered them with a white cloth.

Xiao Gui'an planned to visit the other ghost homes on the fourth floor of Building 3 to see if there were any other clues.

Or to enter the home of that child Wu Yunqiao once again to investigate what was really going on.

After some thought, Xiao Gui'an also found a white cloth strip that could partially block his vision and tied it over his eyes, then picked up a gentleman's cane that could barely serve as a blind person's guiding stick.

According to the game panel's prompt just now, he wasn't too sure what attributes he currently possessed.

If he accidentally made eye contact with someone, wouldn't that literally send the player straight to their doom?

As for the remaining few players, if possible, Xiao Gui'an didn't want them to die in this game instance.

He gently closed the door and slowly, bit by bit, shuffled his way downstairs.

It was now 9:30 at night. Throughout this vast ghost city, many places were still conducting terrifying and horrifying thrill games. Screams and despair hovered above this world, lingering without dispersing.

But now a faint mist had begun to form—the [Quiet Moment] was approaching.

"Tap, tap—"

The sound of the cane echoed throughout the empty, dim stairwell. The yellowish overhead lights flickered on and off, accompanied by the sound of electrical leakage.

During this quiet moment, only the [Writer]'s solitary figure remained, casting a long black shadow as he moved downstairs.

The pale white cloth strip covered his eyebrows and eyes. Step by step, he walked slowly and steadily, each tap of his cane seeming to strike directly at the fearful nerves of the ghosts.

Not a single ghost dared to make a sound; they only stole glances silently, peeking furtively.

Only when the Writer's figure completely disappeared from Residential Building 2 did the ghosts hiding in the shadows begin to whisper among themselves.

[The Lonely Creation of Ghosts and Gods buff is currently active—]

Clearly, they now felt fear and dread toward the [Writer], this somewhat unnatural existence.

[That one has come out of his room again...]

[Where is that one going?]

[An outsider, coming to our small place—what's the use...]

[As long as he doesn't bring disaster upon us...]

[I hope he doesn't attract that disgusting existence from yesterday again today...]

"Rustle, rustle—"

In the dark corners, dense clusters of black beetles quietly burrowed into the cracks.