Back in his room, Robert still couldn’t settle the fury burning inside him.

Everything had been proceeding according to his plan — and then he’d run into this opponent, and the humiliation was intolerable!

He eliminated one person; the other side eliminated two.

He eliminated two; they eliminated four.

The mission the game had given him was to find a way to kill five designated targets, and it had provided five doses of special anesthetic to help him do it.

But he’d only dealt with two, and already he was hitting a wall!

That man called Willard — he had to be holding some kind of special item. Otherwise how could he have so easily controlled a corpse, and in an instant overpowered the bald fatty?!

What to do now?… Just now at dinner, the bald man had stabbed Karl to death — today’s allocation was used up. The next move could only come tomorrow. But tomorrow… how could he act tomorrow?

Robert’s heart was burning with anxiety.

His advantage was completely gone. If he couldn’t come up with something soon, he’d lose this first game entirely.

What to do? What to do?! What to do!!!

Robert caught sight of his own expression in the mirror — where was the composure he’d had when the game began? He breathed deeply, forcing himself to calm down.

Think. Come up with something.

He couldn’t strike at that man directly right now, but… if the goal was simply to limit his freedom — that should be doable.

Yes… that was what he’d do.

The daily allocation was limited, so he wouldn’t take the man’s life — just knock him unconscious, or break his hands and feet, cut out his tongue, gouge out his eyes… let’s see him pull any tricks after that!

It was under five hours until midnight. He needed to come up with a airtight plan fast — to crush the other side decisively. Only then could his remaining team members continue to act tomorrow.

From midnight to six in the morning, the time didn’t belong to the killers — it belonged to Willard’s group’s window of activity.

Robert thought it over from every angle, and decided to act himself.

The two best fighters on his team were gone. The remaining two — one was young and impulsive, the other always trying to keep a low profile. Neither was reliable.

He flipped open the bag he’d brought into the game and started digging through it for anything he could use.

Then a knock came at the door from outside —

Bang. Bang.

Robert looked toward it with suspicion. “Who is it?”

No answer.

No further knocking either.

Robert watched warily for a moment, then slowly walked to the door, crouched slightly, and saw a piece of paper being slipped under the door.

Robert frowned and picked it up.

On it, written in cipher, were the words: Come to Room 201 to discuss.

Room 201 was Su Man’s room.

With Su Man under arrest now, the room was naturally empty — anyone could go in.

So it seemed those two were also panicking and had broken protocol by writing a note to reach him.

Robert lived in Room 203 — only one room away from Su Man’s.

Should he go now?

No time was specified on the note. He might as well go and take a look — he couldn’t have them growing desperate and doing something else to attract suspicion.

Robert opened his door, checked left and right to make sure no one was around, then frowned his way to the door of Room 201.

He gripped the handle, turned it carefully, then pushed the door open.

The room was unlit — pitch black — but he could faintly make out a figure standing by the bed.

Robert frowned and reached out to feel along the wall for the light switch. At that moment — click — a beam of light struck him directly in the face! The intense glare forced his eyes shut!

Someone had turned the bedside lamp and angled it toward him like an interrogation lamp!

Robert quickly slapped the wall switch down, shifted slightly to avoid the light, and finally made out the person in the room.

His eyes flew open in shock!

Because the person standing in that room was the Inspector!

“So you’re the killer.” The Inspector fixed him with a cold stare and stepped toward him, handcuffs in hand, one step at a time. “You — are under arrest.”

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