The Mingya Building was situated in a luxurious district of S City, and all the residents living in the community are either rich or influential.
At this moment, ten people stood in the shadows of a corner of the complex, quietly discussing something in hushed tones.
A man wearing a black coat and black-framed glasses lowered his voice and said, "I’ve looked into it. The so-called Mingya Building doesn’t refer to just one building—it refers to all ten buildings here."
"All ten buildings are collectively called the Mingya Building, but they are differentiated using letters A, B, C, and D."
"So far, we haven’t found any clues or abnormalities, nor have we noticed anything unusual." The man in the suit looked at the others. "Have you discovered anything?"
Many of them shook their heads. After all, they had just entered the instance, and the only information they had came from the hints provided by the instance itself.
But just based on these hints and the instance’s indicated difficulty level, it was clear this instance was extremely dangerous.
This was a high-level horror instance involving ghosts. A single careless mistake could lead to death. They had to find the correct clues to clear the instance before they were targeted by the ghost.
At the very least, they needed to quickly figure out the ghost’s obsession, the reason for its existence, and what could restrain it. Only then might they find a path to survival.
The higher the difficulty level of the instance, the less safe time they had. Time was running out.
The man in the black coat adjusted his glasses. "Let’s split up and search for clues. Meet back here in two hours."
After speaking, the man paused and added in a low voice, "Stay vigilant. This instance is called the <Haunted Building>, so it’s definitely related to ghosts. If you encounter anything strange, be extremely cautious."
The others nodded. After sneaking a few glances at the young man sitting in the corner, they each chose a direction and left.
The corner they had been glancing at was near the edge of a flowerbed, where a stunningly beautiful young young man sat.
The young man was sitting in the shadows, gazing sideways at the plants in the flowerbed. His exquisite eyes carried a thoughtful expression as he plucked at the leaves of the plants.
The luxurious complex's plants were all rare and expensive, with some worth tens of thousands each. Yet the young man had casually torn off several leaves.
The plucked leaves, discarded like trash, fell to the ground and eventually blended into the shadows, carrying a faint, withering beauty as they drifted down.
A beautiful person makes everything they do appear graceful. Even when destroying flowers and plants, it somehow felt as though the plants were honored to be plucked by him.
After all, no matter how vibrant the leaves or flowers were, they seemed dull in his presence.
The man had long noticed this strikingly beautiful player. A player like this was rare to come across.
Even in the Infinite Horror Game, where beauty-enhancing items could be exchanged, the man had never encountered a second person who could compare to the young man.
The young man was almost perfect in his beauty, so much so that it left people dazed.
The man was certain that the young man's appearance was entirely natural because it was a level of beauty that no amount of props or potions could achieve.
However, there was no astonishment in the man's eyes. Instead, he furrowed his brows slightly. Eventually, he walked over slowly and spoke calmly, "Did you discover anything?"
The young man seemed startled by the voice that sounded so close, turning to look at the man. His beautiful eyes held a trace of confusion and unease.
"Are… are you talking to me?"
The man furrowed his brows again and gave a soft "hmm" in response.
Although the young man did not understand what the man meant, he still shook his head slightly. "No."
Noticing the man's gaze fixed on his hands, the young man instinctively looked down. It was then that he realized the mess of shredded leaves he had been holding.
The young man's face turned red in an instant. He quickly withdrew his hands. "…I didn’t do it on purpose. I just… suddenly can’t remember who I am."
Upon hearing this, the man’s eyes narrowed subtly. "You can’t remember who you are?"
"Mm." The young man nodded. "I don’t know why, but I suddenly can’t remember anything."
"I don’t know who I am, why I’m here, or even what that sound just now was."
His voice carried a hint of unease. As he spoke, he looked up at the man again. A trace of confusion appeared on his exquisite face. "What does it mean to ‘welcome the player to the instance’? What is the <Haunted Building>?"
"And who is this ‘It’? Why are we supposed to identify ‘It’?"
When the man heard the mention of instance-related terms, his guard lowered slightly. If this young man were an NPC or a boss in the instance, he wouldn’t typically know such details.
Even if they did know something, it wouldn’t be this comprehensive. The young man knew the instance name and even the objective of clearing it.
There was no doubt about it—the young man was a player. However, for some reason, he seemed to have lost his memory after entering the instance.
Though the man had never encountered such a situation before, in the world of infinite horror instances, anything was possible. Losing one’s memory upon entering an instance wasn’t unusual. It might even be related to the clues within the instance itself.
In a world of infinite horror, indeed, anything could happen. However, the livestream audience was completely stunned.
No, “stunned” wasn’t even the right word—they had been in a state of complete confusion for a while now.
From the moment that abrupt explosion sound rang out, they had already lost track of what was going on.
Let alone the fact that a player had seemingly died instantly just from falling.
The death came extremely suddenly and was exceedingly abrupt, catching everyone off guard.
While the audience in the livestream room was still in a daze, the previously darkened livestream suddenly lit up again after only a few minutes. The screen now displayed scenes from within the game instance.
This time, the scenes were no longer of the basement, nor of the unfinished construction site building. Instead, they showed images directly related to the <Haunted Building> game instance.
Scenes that truly belonged to the <Haunted Building> instance.
The building in the footage looked as if it had never been destroyed. Its structure mirrored the previous layout with two rectangular sections facing each other, down to the exact position—no discrepancies at all.
The young man who had just died alone in the basement was now sitting beside a flowerbed, pulling at the leaves on the plants as if the earlier kidnapping incident had been nothing but an illusion.
The livestream audience was completely thrown into chaos.
[I feel like I’m still dreaming. I don’t even understand what’s happening. Can someone tell me, did my wife actually die or not?]
[Die? What die? Don’t you see him sitting there? Clearly, he’s not dead, okay? Besides, how could someone just die from a single fall? No player in the entire Infinite Horror Game has ever died in such a lame way before.]
[But isn’t my wife’s brain messed up? It seems like his head couldn’t handle any kind of trauma, and he even had an episode earlier. That fall looked pretty bad, but now there’s no sign of injury on his head. It doesn’t look like he hit his head at all. Don’t tell me… this wife isn’t… human anymore?]
[What nonsense are you spouting? If the streamer had actually turned into a ghost, they would have failed the instance already, okay? How could they even be streaming then?]
If a player failed to clear the instance, it’s equivalent to death. The livestream would immediately shut down and never turn back on.
But since this livestream was still ongoing, it was clear that the player hadn’t died and still had a chance of clearing the instance.
Even so, all the viewers were utterly confused. Even those who had been watching the entire time couldn’t figure out what had just happened.
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