Su Bai picked up the human skin and pinched it. The human skin was soft and smooth as well as exquisite. The feel was not bad and much better compared to a love doll. Su Bai turned over the face of the human skin but realized it was totally ripped. There was nothing to be seen.

Su Bai furrowed his brows and took a sniff at the human skin. There was no particular smell, just a faint smell of sweat. Su Bai did not have the nose of a dog; he couldn't differentiate if it was a male's sweat or a female's sweat.

Su Bai unfolded the human skin and placed it on the bed.

Su Bai had thought of differentiating the gender by shape but all the important parts were destroyed. The human skin had lost its elasticity. With just a gentle rip, it directly crumbled.

This was a piece of trash. A piece of trash with not many clues.

What was the meaning of this piece of human skin?

Did it belong to Chen Yixin or someone else?

What was the use of this human skin? Was it able to change someone's appearance?

Since this room couldn't be locked, anybody was able to come in. If he directly a.s.sumed it belonged to Chen Yixin, his guess might be wrong.

But what exactly was the meaning of this human skin? How did it end up in Chen Yixin's room?

Su Bai hung the clothes back up and kept the human skin. He then pushed open Chen Yixin's door and walked out after making sure there wasn't anyone around. He headed back to his own room.

The was no television and WiFi in the room; it was really boring. Su Bai lay on the bed and the human skin was placed beside him. He was thinking of the clues and everything related but who knew that he dozed off while thinking, as if taking a short nap.

When Su Bai woke up and looked at the clock, he had been asleep for an hour. Occasionally lazing around during the day and catching forty winks was indeed something contenting. Only Su Bai was clear that he couldn't sleep for long on this day.

Based on the story world rules, it would definitely arrange a scenario today.

Su Bai really hoped for it to arrange a scene because it means that there was a chance for Su Bai to turn things around. In fact, this scene must be as intense as possible and as exciting as possible.

Otherwise, if everything pa.s.sed peacefully, Su Bai would be the most suitable candidate the next day. Those smart-alecks would not act presumptuous the second time unless they had turned stupid.

Just when Su Bai was getting ready to have a meal in the restaurant, a gust of wind blew pa.s.s him. The whole scenery changed. It wasn't a door that appeared in front of Su Bai. It was instead a cave.

The cave extended in all directions. From the position Su Bai was standing, there were eight paths surrounding him, as if allowing him to take any path he chose. Above him was the cave wall but there was a slight l.u.s.ter on the surround rocks. It wasn't very bright but it was barely enough to see the surrounding environment. It gave off a dusky feeling.

"Finally, it's not the desert or sea."

Su Bai muttered to himself. The last two scenarios were too tormenting. Perhaps the regulations of the story world chose a milder scenario to prevent audiences from being unable to carry on. Even though it was a burrow and the lighting was dusky, at least there was no need to be exposed to wind and sun. Some of the people still had poison that had not dispersed and some had unhealed burn wounds and could not face a brutal environment at the moment.

Su Bai was not in the rush to try his luck to chose a cave to enter. He first took out a box of matches and lit them stick by stick at each of the cave entrances and observed the movements of the flames.

There was indeed only one cave that had wind blowing through, the flames had obvious deviation.

Su Bai threw the matches on the ground and entered that cave.

It wasn't really a smooth journey through the cave. It was uneven and there were some places he had to climb over big rocks.

Even though it was a little strenuous, there was no danger. Light appeared up ahead, or to be more precised, it was a portal. Su Bai reached out his hand and he was sucked through the portal and realized he was still standing in his room.

WTF?

Su Bai was at a loss... What was the meaning of this?

The whole scene ended just like this?

Su Bai felt speechless. If the scene ended just by walking through without even encountering other audiences, how would it differentiate the audiences?

Could it be that the regulations of the story world felt it was better off for him to die? Setting such a simple scene to deceive the task was like inviting the other audiences to take a stroll after a meal and do what you should do after this and vote the fella who was supposed to die.

Su Bai could only think of such an explanation in his mind right now.

Just when he needed a scenario with a high differentiation and excitement, this type of scenario which was more like a joke appeared. It was overly deceiving.

Su Bai could already wash up, take a nap, wait for the next day's voting and step on the gallows.　　

If Su Bai had nothing better to do, he could imagine what method would be used when he got the highest number of votes before he slept. He had a sense of acknowledgement and stimulating sensation towards the regulations of the story world every time he saw other people die; he found this type of killing method a type of art.

Fine, since it would be his turn soon, he could even experience it himself.

Su Bai entered the bathroom and washed his face. He then looked at himself in the mirror, rubbed his face with both hands and smiled:

"Now I hope you go crazy. Come on, come on. En, now you're not going crazy. F*ck!"

After talking to himself for a while, Su Bai pushed open his room door. There was not a single person in the corridor, but Su Bai did not pay any attention to it. When he walked to the restaurant, there was still no one in sight.

There still was no one when Su Bai took his plate and filled it with deserts and too some refreshments as he got ready to sit down.

The surrounding was so quiet that it gave people the chills.

Su Bai threw his plate on the table and rushed out of the restaurant; he went over to the guest rooms and open door by door.

n.o.body.

n.o.body.

n.o.body.

n.o.body.

n.o.body,

Still n.o.body!

"F*ck... What is the meaning of this?"

Su Bai touched his own hair and inhaled a deep breath.

Could it be that the others were still circling around in the burrow and had not left? He had just simply come out?

He was all alone in the hotel right now?

There was still one place he had not checked out. Su Bai immediately ran back towards the restaurant. He pa.s.sed through the restaurant and entered the conference room entrance.

The door of the conference room had always been closed on its own. It would only be opened when it was pushed. Whipping sounds were still heard from the conference room; it was obvious this piece of art was still not done.

Qin Yang had mentioned that Chen Yixin's corpse could only be perfectly sculpted out during the voting of the next day, the whole skeleton would be clear like a faultlessly fine jade at that time. Seems like Qin Yang had done quite a number of such psycho arts in the past. He should be a hardcore person in the real world. In truth, most of the psychos in the world looked very ordinary and had very ordinary personalities. For example, a serial murderer may seem very normal in the eyes of his friends and neighbors until the whole case is revealed. Those who had been around him over the years would have a tingling sensation and find it inconceivable.

Su Bai was actually looking forward towards this piece of art, but for some unknown reason, all alone in the hotel, in this empty environment and suddenly listening to this whipping sound coming from the conference room gave him a strange, eerie feeling. It was as if the whip was stuck to the pendulum of the clock and whipping himself nonstop, reminding him of the times of stepping at the doors of death, continuously doing a countdown towards his own life.

He did not find it eerie and scary before this because there were many people around him at that time. Regardless whether those people wanted him dead or not or they had an ulterior motive, at least there were quite a number of people in the surroundings. Even if it was an old guest room and there was the buffet restaurant with food which refreshed automatically, the oppressive conference room wasn't so scary.

Just like being startled when entering a haunted mansion alone, but if a hundred people went in together?

If a whole group of people squeezed together at the corridors of a haunted mansion, it could be said that it was not scary anymore.

Su Bai stopped at the entrance of the conference room. He did not know why, but he could faintly feel that he would discover something he had not imagined in the conference room.

Su Bai squatted down and took out a cigarette and lit stick by stick. He could make out something right now. Perhaps this chance was the benefit Dreadful Radio gave for completing the reality task. The others still had not come out of the scenario but he had, being all alone at this place…

Perhaps,

Maybe,

Possibly,

Roughly...

He could make out and discover some things outside of the voting game. This story world was not so simple; it was impossible for it to be so simplistic. It was alright to continue voting and acting terrified one or two times, but if it continued on, it did not meet the requirement of Dreadful Radio's perception of beauty.

After continuously smoking three cigarettes, Su Bai gritted his teeth and stood up. He did not know where his sudden fear came from. Could it be a natural instinct?

He kept walking forward and placed his palm on the conference room door, Su Bai then gently pushed it open.

Suddenly,

Seeing the scene inside,

Su Bai was stunned.

Su Bai's face was filled with disbelief.

What is this...