Chapter 133: Instance Six

After the vision went completely black, no system prompt sounded. A hazy picture gradually appeared before her eyes. Her hands and feet were not under her control, just like in a dream.

She stood in front of a glass window, dark green curtains covering most of the window, and she was holding binoculars pressed against a corner of the window, observing something from a very hidden position.

Su Mian followed her own line of sight uncontrollably to look at the opposite side, the lens freezing on the dilapidated resettlement housing opposite, on the balcony of the seventh floor.

A red-haired man with a wolf-tail haircut was shirtless, tall and straight, his skin a pale wheat color, his latissimus dorsi full of tension, his waist and abdomen firm.

The tattoo on half of his back was a snake's skeleton entwined with a few roses, full of explosive power and mystery.

He stood with his back to the balcony, his hand gripping the neck of a skinny bald man, the veins on his exposed forearm bulging.

Su Mian felt herself breathing deeply, the frequency of her heartbeat not quite normal, and the hand holding the binoculars trembling slightly.

It didn't feel like fear, but rather like discovering some secret, or perhaps the excitement and trembling brought by peeping.

Suddenly, the bald man's struggling arm in the man's hand dropped; he was dead. He wiped his hands with a handkerchief, lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, and his gaze seemed to look outside the balcony.

Su Mian realized belatedly that she had been discovered. Her body crouched down spontaneously, and the binoculars hit the ground with a "clatter."

【Welcome Detective back to Infinite Script Murder】

【Current script is "The Immobile Neighbor"】

Su Mian opened her eyes and found herself standing in front of an old apartment building, the iron gate covered with various small advertisements.

She hadn't thought deeply about what that memory was, but her fingers had already subconsciously entered a string of passwords, and the iron gate of the building opened.

【You are He Sansan, the landlord of this entire apartment building.】

Su Mian lowered her head; she was holding a small booklet in her hand, corresponding to the tenants on each floor, totaling seven floors.

There were two households on each floor, some floors were cheaper, some floors were more expensive, but this was very normal.

【The occupancy rate is not high because this building is haunted, so the rent is very low, which also happened to attract quite a few guys who wanted to take advantage of the cheapness.】

【You don't live here; you live opposite.】

Su Mian stepped into the building, and a cold breath rushed toward her. The wind brushed past her neck, going in the opposite direction of the vent.

【Because you have a severe peeping fetish.】

Su Mian's footsteps paused.

【You like to observe what your tenants are doing, especially when they notice someone watching them on the balcony, suddenly look up, but find nothing.】

【And as the perpetrator, you pant behind the curtains. This feeling makes your heart beat faster, makes your blood boil, but also brings endless pleasure.】

So was that scene just now real?

For some reason, she was already a little used to it.

This broken script always gave her strange character settings, but on second thought, this made it convenient to observe other players, which could be considered a good thing.

She comforted herself and had already arrived in front of the first-floor tenant's door.

【Today is rent collection day again, go collect the rent quickly.】

【Ding dong– Script loading complete, please Detective maintain character setting, find the real murderer, and survive until the end of the game.】

4399 had just come online, thinking of greeting Su Mian, when it suddenly saw the name of the instance, and the entire system exploded like it had been struck by lightning.

It froze for a moment, and the next second it went crazy retrieving data.

On the screen glowing with green fluorescence, a line of cold text popped out.

Instance survival rate zero percent.

It cut off the link with Su Mian, terrified, its data flow spiraling out of control, warning prompts flashing one after another. It couldn't even bother to close the pop-up windows that kept popping up.

It's over.

It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over.

It must have been targeted by the Arbiters, wanting to kill its host. How could Lord Zi Shi from the instance before last let it go? It should have thought of it long ago!!!

4399 was afraid that its state of mind would affect Su Mian, so it didn't dare to say a word, frantically calling other systems. No one responded in the channel. It shivered, pitiful and helpless.

Su Mian reached out and knocked on the door, quickly entering the character.

The tenant of 1-1 was a nanny. She didn't usually stay at home, mostly cooking and cleaning in other rich people's homes, or taking care of children. Today, she opened the door unexpectedly.

Madam Liu opened the door holding a cardboard box. She looked like a lean but kind woman, wearing silver-rimmed oval glasses.

"It's Landlord Miss, wait, I'll go get you the money."

She put down the cardboard box and took off her apron to rummage through the coffee table.

During the waiting time, Su Mian glanced at the express box casually. Madam Liu soon returned. Seeing her looking, she smiled kindly.

"I'm going on vacation soon. I'm knitting a scarf for Madam Chen's daughter. Haha, I'm quite reluctant; that child is too cute, she clings to me to play with her as soon as I visit."

She wrapped the fee in paper and handed it to Su Mian, still chattering in her mouth.

"Alas, it's a pity that I haven't touched needle and thread for a long time, and I don't know if I can finish knitting it before the vacation."

Su Mian recorded the fee given by Madam Liu in the booklet, and at the same time recorded what she said. Finally, Madam Liu said goodbye to her.

She flipped through the booklet casually and found that there were two households on the second floor, and both were streamers.

When she knocked on one door, the other door opened first. Su Mian turned back.

It was a girl wearing a leopard-print camisole, with chestnut-colored big waves and smoky makeup.

She didn't even give her a straight look, threw a stack of money tied with a rubber band to Su Mian casually, her expression impatient.

"Can't you see I'm streaming? You really know how to pick the time!"

After speaking, she closed the door with a "bang," and the floor shook twice.

Su Mian stared at the girl's face and frowned, almost looking through the door that had already been closed.

Two seconds later, the door in front of her also opened. Only a crack was opened inside, and half a head poked out to look outside.

After the line of sight fell on Su Mian, the girl froze, and then her pupils shrank.

"Su..."

"Shh!"

Su Mian immediately covered her mouth.

Qiao Yinuo almost cried. She was just preparing to call the counselor when her head suddenly felt dizzy and everything went black before her eyes.

She screamed in fright and inexplicably came to this place.

A voice said some strange things in her head, something about Script Murder and Detective. She only knew that Su Mian often played this kind of thing.

But she was too scared and didn't listen carefully at all.

Then she heard someone knocking on the door. Her brain was completely crashed, and she didn't dare to think about whether the person standing outside the door was human or ghost. After hesitating for a long time, she tremblingly went to open the door.

Seeing Su Mian's serious expression, Qiao Yinuo immediately covered her mouth, but finally let out a sigh of relief. Seeing a familiar person in a strange environment made her already completely cold body gradually warm up.

"Where... where is this? Am I dreaming?"

"You... you look so calm." ===== CHAPTER 134 =====