The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

A stronger stench came, and the old man in the room spoke. His hoarse voice was like the sound of dry and rough tree bark rubbing against each other, so hoarse that it made people extremely uncomfortable.

"... Ahem, ahem... Young man... My eyes... You must... help me find them back..."

He raised his arm with trembling hands, and pointed his finger at Xu Huang.

Qin Jue turned his head and, with the help of the team card, he could clearly see the task prompt that Xu Huang had received.

[Daily Task (1/1) in progress: Please help tenant No. 201 find his eyeballs, limited to three days.]

Xu Huang turned around and looked at his friend with a pale face.

He was just annoyed by the coughing and tried to go to the door to check the situation, but was forced to be assigned a task and had no chance to refuse.

"Don't worry. We will try our best to find the eye." Following the old man's request, Qin Jue closed the door calmly. He ignored the dancer who came over to ask about the situation and took Xu Huang back to Room 104 without saying a word.

"Qin Jue, what should I do? I don't know where the old man's eyeballs are. I have no idea! Besides, even if I find them and give them to him, will he turn his back on me and kill me after he has gained vision?"

Xu Huang sat at the end of the bed, scratching his head, looking very annoyed.

"His eye sockets are empty. The task of finding the eyeballs is unlikely to be false. They must be hidden in a corner of a guest room, or perhaps in the backyard. This is only the first day. Anyway, don't rush." ​​Just entering the copy, the rules and settings of the game are still unknown to them. Qin Jue can only comfort Xu Huang and tell him not to panic.

He also had a calm expression, thinking over and over again about what he had seen happen in the hotel.

This copy does not provide any identity information or the background story of the hotel, and everything is left to the players to guess.

Perhaps, the story behind this is not complicated.

"The old man at No. 201 is a relative of the boss's wife. Let's go look for the boss's wife first." Since there is no clue, let's start with the only connection.

Qin Jue made the decision. After this analysis, although there was still no reliable solution, Xu Huang's mood stabilized a lot.

The two of them pushed the door open again, and the sky outside became even darker.

It happened that the proprietress came out of the small door of the counter carrying lunch boxes, intending to deliver the meals to everyone one by one.

"Why are the guests coming out? It's better not to walk around at night. It's safest to stay in your rooms, especially after midnight..." Seeing Qin Jue and Xu Huang walking outside, the proprietress was a little surprised. She said casually and then slowly fell silent.

"Look at me, I'm so busy, why am I telling you all this? You'd better take your dinner back to your room. I'm going to serve the other guests now."

"Boss, the old man living in 201 doesn't seem to be in good health. We can always hear him coughing." Qin Jue took the lunch box handed over by the boss's wife and asked casually.

The proprietress's hand froze as she stretched it out. Her gentle smile twisted for a moment, then returned to normal and she apologized, "I'm sorry, sir. My father-in-law is always so disobedient. Don't worry, I'll go and persuade him right away."

"It's getting late, you two should go back to your room and get some rest."

The proprietress gave further instructions and then went upstairs to deliver the meals one by one.

"I'll go back to the room first. If there's any unusual movement, let the team communicate through pop-up windows." Xu Huang felt that something would definitely happen after nightfall, and what the landlady kept reminding him of must be crucial information.

Next, he wanted to hear how the proprietress persuaded the old man in Room 201, perhaps to get more information.

To ensure his safety, he had to return to his room before the landlady went to Room 201.

I was so frightened by the old man's miserable condition that I forgot the additional functions of the team card. Although most of the green card rewards given by the system are useless, some of them are still very practical.

Qin Jue nodded, and separated from Xu Huang, returning to their rooms. The food distributed by the proprietress was unknown, so naturally it could not be eaten directly. Fortunately, in the game dungeon, hunger was rarely felt, so it was possible to survive without eating.

I opened the curtains and saw the rain was still falling outside the window. The night had already darkened and the backyard was dead silent. Under the indoor lights, I could only see a patch of muddy ground in the near distance.

Qin Jue looked through the reflection and seemed to feel that the darkness on the open space was a little darker.

Looking carefully through the black rain, there seemed to be several black things squatting around the mound.

That mound of earth was clearly the place where he and Xu Huang discovered the pottery jar during the day!

He was looking at it intently, and those shadows seemed to have noticed his sight and suddenly turned their heads to look at Qin Jue.

There was clearly no face, just some shadows, but Qin Jue felt his scalp tingling as if he was being stared at.

Qin Jue suddenly pulled the curtains shut, let out a breath, and forced himself to calm down.

Sitting back on the bed, he carefully sorted out the anomalies in the hotel. However, there were too few clues and he still couldn't piece together the truth.

The wall-mounted clock in the room was ticking non-stop. Qin Jue lay on the bed, trying his best to ignore the ticking sound of the clock and carefully listening to the movements outside.

But the hotel was extremely quiet at night.

In the team message, Xu Huang said that he only heard the footsteps of the proprietress approaching, and not even the sound of the door opening and closing. The coughing sound from 201 disappeared again, and there has been no sound so far.

The walls of this old hotel were very thin and the wooden door could not be soundproof. Xu Huang could not hear any conversation through the wall.

It's weird, but in the game copy, it's too reasonable.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The knocking sound suddenly appeared. It was very light, but it was particularly clear in the silent room and corridor.

Turning my head and looking at the wall, the clock was pointing to midnight.

The knock on the door continued to come slowly, one after another, not hurried, but with a sense of persistence.

Qin Jue sat up silently through the door, walked slowly to the door, lowered his breath and listened carefully.

Nothing could be heard except the knocking sound.

Raising his hand to hold the door handle, Qin Jue wondered whether he should open the door to check. The next second, the knocking stopped, and everything seemed to be back to normal.

Taking out the card that turned into a scimitar, Qin Jue weighed the possibility of being in danger, pondered the few clues at present, and finally opened the door.

The person standing at the door had slightly curly black hair that was wet by the rain and stuck to his cheeks and neck. His loose shirt stuck to his skin, revealing some of his skin color.

He was soaked all over, with heavy moisture.

When the other person lowered his head, Qin Jue instantly recognized the same crimson lips as in his mind.

Without the obstruction of the door panel, Qin Jue's eyes, which had been ready for battle, were stunned for a moment when he could see the person standing in front of the door. Then, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"...!"

"That... you..."

Qin Jue was a little incoherent. He rubbed his fingertips together to relieve the blankness in his mind and tried hard to think of something to say.

His eyes fell on the other person's wet face, and he couldn't help but let his thoughts wander.

This time I didn’t wear a wide brim, but it was indeed very beautiful.

Then, he followed the other person's line of sight and saw his scimitar slightly raised. His wrist softened and he threw it away, kicking it under the bed.