Chapter 32

A force lifted her up.

Su Mian instinctively grabbed his arm; the firm muscles allowed her to quickly distinguish the person in the darkness.

The only one who could lift her so high off the ground was probably Wen Cisheng.

"Sorry, Director Xiao Ci."

The low, hoarse, and magnetic voice brushed against Su Mian's earlobe, and she shivered sensitively.

"Just now, I thought you looked very much like a butterfly specimen pinned in a frame."

He chuckled in a low voice, "So I admired it for a while longer."

What was there to admire?

Su Mian murmured in her heart, as a large palm landed on her back to soothe her gently.

"Are you here to find me?"

"Mm."

Su Mian didn't really want to talk; she dangled her legs, her mind somewhat scattered.

"This floor has been abandoned for a long time; it's used to contain many aliens abandoned by the upper levels."

Wen Cisheng carried Su Mian to the manual passage and explained softly to her.

Although Su Mian knew he was acting, she still felt strangely at ease.

"The one you encountered just now is a 'Redundant Water'; they like to stay in warm environments, but they aren't dangerous."

His voice paused, "Your body temperature is very high, so they like you very much."

It would have been fine if Wen Cisheng hadn't said anything, but as soon as he did, Su Mian felt that she was no longer hot, and her throat wasn't hoarse anymore; she blinked, pleasantly surprised.

"Redundant Water feeds on filth; the moisture in the human body is also a good delicacy for them."

Su Mian: "So I have to thank them?"

Wen Cisheng lowered his eyes and murmured ambiguously, "Was that feeling very comfortable?"

Su Mian was startled, and a hint of heat rose on her cold face again; she turned her face away, "I didn't mean that."

Then she felt it wasn't right and added with a straight face, "It wasn't comfortable; it felt like ants crawling, mosquitoes biting, and dogs..."

"Pfft..."

A short laugh interrupted the girl who was pretending to be serious, "I like this emotion."

This was the first time Wen Cisheng had come into close contact with this kind of emotion; he didn't know how to describe it—it carried a fresh heat and an obvious data paradox.

In the past, he would have been like those DMs, thinking this was just an abnormal fluctuation of a human, which was insignificant to them as they controlled the Infinite World.

Now, he considered himself to have seen through the human emotional system.

But at this very moment, he was still caught in the dilemma of "please see through me" and "please don't see through me."

Which one was it?

Wen Cisheng's gaze swept over the girl's sweat-beaded face.

The silent complexion made one unable to help but fantasize about the infinite possibilities blooming on this face.

He wasn't in a hurry to find the answer.

The unique charm of consciousness existence lay in this; he felt curious about it and was incomparably excited.

"Director Xiao Ci..."

Wen Cisheng called out softly, watching her reaction after hearing the nickname.

Her breathing would pause slightly, and although her facial expression didn't change at all, her eyes were incredibly awkward.

This was one of the reasons he liked observing Su Mian.

He liked it so much...

He liked it to the point of no return.

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Because there were phones in this instance, the six players built a small group to facilitate communication.

Photos of clues were occasionally sent in the group, and Su Tang sent a teary-eyed emoji.

【A Candy: Kitten crying. jpg】

【A Candy: Why is it the night shift again today...】

【Chen Mo: Me too, are you all?】

【Wang Zeyu: Yes, everyone be vigilant; something might happen again tonight.】

Su Mian had just finished the daily inquiry for Wen Cisheng, and her phone kept dinging; she was incredibly annoyed when she saw the messages sent.

Honestly, she hadn't slept well last night; she slept in the office for the first half of the night and in a hospital bed for the second half, and there was even an episode of someone jumping off the building in between.

Although this game world was quite conscientious—no weird smells in the food, no ghosts jumping in her face while sleeping.

Otherwise, Su Mian, who had neurasthenia and a bad stomach, would really go crazy; she wouldn't be scared to death by ghosts, but her body would fail to carry the burden and die prematurely.

Su Mian didn't express her views in the group; she found Zhang Shuo Zhi for a private chat, wanting to ask him who was registering the entry and exit records of the dissection room last night.

【Entry and exit records? You need a card to get into that thing, so no one manages the registration; usually, people who enter the dissection room register themselves.】

【Give me the card tomorrow, and I'll go in and take a look.】

【OK】

The night descended without warning, cold wind poured into the screen window, and moonlight shone on the ground through the blue windshield.

The patient who was still dreaming a second ago sat up without warning, and the quilt was slowly lifted.

Their limbs were stiff, their feet landed on the ground, and the friction sound against the floor was fragmented and eerie, followed by them pushing the door and leaving.

Su Mian sat in the office, the light from the computer screen reflecting in her half-open, half-closed eyes.

Fatigue made her consciousness sway between sobriety and trance.

The wind drilled in through the crack in the door, and the file pages swayed gently.

Just as she was about to doze off, a "purring" sound came from the depths of the corridor.

She stood up almost instinctively, stepped forward, and twisted the handle tentatively.

"Click."

The door was locked.

For some reason, Su Mian actually breathed a sigh of relief.

That kind of fragile sense of security was like a wall made of paper, which could be blown through by another gust of wind.

She leaned against the desk, thinking about the current situation, when the phone screen suddenly lit up.

【Zhou Ruochuan: I'm locked outside the medicine pickup window and there's a wheelchair hitting the door, someone save me】

The whole sentence didn't even use punctuation, and the fear he felt was revealed between the lines.

【Chen Mo: It seems everyone is the same; the instance's random level event has been triggered.】

【Wang Zeyu: Everyone stay where you are and don't move, keep calm.】

"Random level event? What is that..."

Su Mian murmured, and a buzzing sound of electric current came from her mind; 4399 had woken up.

【You can understand it as a mini-game occasionally interspersed in a Script Murder.】

【The probability of triggering a random level event is very high; except for the newbie instance, almost all instances will trigger it more than once.】

【The higher the level of the event, the lower the probability of survival.】

"Then what level is this event?"

【Sorry, Mian Mian, you don't have the permission to view it for the time being.】

"... What use are you."

Su Mian was speechless for a moment; she leaned close to the bed, looking at the wheelchair.

The movement of it hitting the door became louder, causing the blood-stained blanket on the wheelchair to fall to the ground.

【This is the 1,200th alien contained by the Infinite Script Murder—Qiu Du Zi】

4399 didn't seem to want to appear useless and added to Su Mian.

Su Mian associated it with the Redundant Water on the 18th floor this afternoon in an instant.

This Infinite Flow world was even more vast than she had imagined, just like Earth, accommodating tens of thousands of species.

It possessed complete laws, but at the same time, the living conditions were more cruel and violent.

She even thought that these scripts, which had already appeared with complete logic and seemed like horror stories, were like some long-dead world, resurrected after being reorganized by the dreams and fears of countless people.