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  The man in the cap walked over, seemingly wanting to kno Jiang g's door to firm something.

  The man in the suit stared at the door of room 404, then quickly gnced around, his voice low, "Let's head back. Something doesn't feel right here."

  Ba their room, the man in the suit turned around, closed the door, and carefully locked it.

  The young man with the cap pulled off his hat and threw it angrily onto the bed. He turned and asked in a bad mood, "Could that sound have been those two guys in room 404 messing with us?"

  Deep scars lihe man's scalp, the most striking one running from the back of his head to behind his ear—one of the reasons he always wore the cap.

  Though he didn’t look it, he was likely around 30 years old, dressed in a fshy, careless manner.

  Leaning against the wall, the man in the suit had a frighteningly grim expression. After a pause, he spoke, "Probably not. We just got here, aill don't know what triggers the ghost. I don’t believe they'd dare do something like that," he paused, "uhey’ve lost their minds."

  The cap-wearing man, reminded by the suit-wearing man's words, gradually calmed down. He wasn't dumb and khe man in the suit had a point.

  His expression slowly grew uneasy. "So that scratg sound wasn’t caused by the pyers, meaning..." He g the man in the suit, but couldn’t bring himself to say the whost."

  In the Nightmare World, there was an unspoken rule: ohe mission started, no one would mention that word unless absolutely necessary, as if saying it would bring bad luck.

  "Nothing's happened so far, so don’t scare yourself," said the man in the suit.

  He undid the ly fastened buttons on his suit, along with the top two buttons of his shirt. Taking a deep breath, he told his panion, "Our room, 405, should be the safest. We're surrounded by people on both sides, and room 404, judging by its unluumber, probably had some gruesome i in the past. So whatever happens, we'll have firsthand information as long as we’re not the first oo go."

  The cap-wearing man seemed to remember something and warned, "We should be careful. That skinny guy from 404 seems to be targeting you."

  The man in the suit chuckled, showing a row of pale teeth. "I'll keep a, then find a way to leave him here forever."

  After hearing this, the man in the cap had nothing more to say.

  After they discussed the night watch schedule, he went to sleep. After all, staying alert could mean the differeween life ah in a nightmare.

  Room 404.

  After returning to the room, Jiang g didn’t lie dht away. Instead, he sat in a chair, seemingly deep in thought.

  The fat man, thinking it was the right time to talk, sat up on the bed and stuck his head out. “Do you think someone’s going to die tonight?”

  In their st task at a vil, a middle-aged man had mysteriously died on the first night. His neck had been twisted 180 degrees, with his toes pointing forward and his face turned backward.

  To make matters worse, the fat man had been the first to discover him. He’d been half-asleep, heading to the bathroom, and nearly wet himself from fear.

  The terrifying image still haunted him from time to time.

  “I don’t think so,” Jiang g thought for a few seds before answering.

  The fat man muttered, “Doc, you also said we woulder the nightmare tonight, but here we are.”

  Jiang g turo look at him for a moment, then suddenly said, “Fatty, I just remembered something important.”

  “What is it?” The fat man hinking the doctor had noticed something crucial.

  “When you sleep tonight, make sure to cover yourself up to your ,” Jiang g said, gesturing seriously with his hand.

  The fat man, now genuinely frightened, looked around nervously, then ed himself tightly in his b. He asked cautiously, “Why are you saying that?”

  Jiang g cpped his hands and stood up. “Because that way, when the ghost es to twist your neck, you’ll have a ce to fight back.”

  Fat Man: "..."

  Seeing the fat man shivering with fear, or maybe out of a sudden sense of guilt, Jiang g offered to take the first watd let the fat man sleep. They would switch ter.

  But the fat man shook his head and sighed. “No need, Doc. That story you just told woke me right up. Now, every time I y eyes, all I see is a ghost twisting my neck. I’m not tired at all.”

  Sihe fat man insisted, Jiang g relented ao bed, agreeing to be woken up for his shift.

  The fat man sat on the bed, ing himself tightly in his b, but he still couldn’t shake the chill in his heart.

  To be ho, from the moment they ehis dorm building, he had a very bad feeling, like something was off.

  But even after carefully everything, he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.

  When Jiang g mentioned his premonition, the fat man realized he had ooo. He felt like someone would definitely die tonight.

  It wasn’t based on anything crete, just the intuition that all fat guys seem to have.

  The fear of having his wisted had now firmly taken root in his mind. No matter how he shifted, he couldn't feel safe.

  Finally, he decided to prop his pillow against the wall and lean back against it. With his back to the wall, he figured a ghost wouldn’t be able to snap his neck.

  Soon, Jiang g began to snore softly.

  The fat man couldn't help but admire him. No matter the time or pce, Jiang g could always sleep soundly.

  pared to the clear roles in rooms 404 and 405, the octs of room 406 were much less anized.

  Despite having three people, they didn’t trust each other.

  With only two beds, one person had to spend the night on a chair.

  There were two men and one woman, but the woman had the upper hand.

  She in-looking with a sharp ponytail, her gaze as sharp as a knife.

  If Jiang g were there, he might’ve noticed from her straight posture and the calluses on her hands that she was likely trained, perhaps even familiar with guns.

  But the two men weren’t that observant. All they could see was that the woman wasn’t someoo mess with.

  She had clearly ehe nightmare world before. Her calm demeanor roof of that.

  The woman had cimed the best bed, the one by the wall, far from the window.

  After all, who knew when a pale, green face might appear outside the window?

  The two middle-aged men, both o the nightmare, sat awkwardly side by side oher bed.

  (End of the Chapter)

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