There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

"Hey, you haven't answered my question yet?"

The voice beside him pulled Xu Shuo back to his senses, He didn't look at her, only lowered his head to indicate the dice on the ground, "Roll."

"Are you watching from the side?" the female journalist asked tentatively.

Xu Shuo looked up, the female journalist had learned her lesson and immediately looked away, casting her gaze haphazardly anywhere but his eyes.

But after a long wait, she hadn't heard him say anything else until the female journalist, shivering, realized she seemed to be getting colder and colder.

There was no north wind, no ice or snow, but the chill grew deeper and cut to the bone.

It seemed that the rule was either to allow David to decide on life and death by rolling the dice or to freeze to death here in a deadlock.

And the fellow beside her, who seemed to be an investigator, remained silent, with eyes that appeared to overflow with black mist; his emotions were indecipherable. He stood like a statue, silently gazing at the black and white dice on the ground.

The female journalist rubbed her arms and then turned to look at the photographer a few steps away from her.

The two made eye contact. The silent photographer frowned slightly and then stepped forward, "I'll go first."

He bent down and reached for the dice before stopping abruptly. After clenching his fist, he suddenly grabbed the black and white dice and stood up straight.

In that instant, the photographer's body stiffened!

"Do you feel anything?"

The familiar inquisitive voice came from beside him.

The photographer looked up to see the young man in black clothes and black trousers standing opposite him, his complexion as usual, left arm bent supporting a notebook with a black cover, watching him.

The photographer avoided eye contact and turned towards the voice at his side, only to be shocked to the core.

What he saw was not the female journalist, no, rather it seemed to be a figure of a woman.

Thick, pitch-black liquid flowed from her eyes, her entire body as if melting in a furnace, limbs turned soft and elongated, her arms hanging down like tentacles touching the ground. She was hunchbacked with a mouth that took up half her face opening and closing.

Photographer: "..."

The photographer kept a wooden expression as he withdrew his gaze.

Those who witnessed this scene and didn't have strong mental resilience might have already attacked or run away in fright.

To be honest, even he was caught off guard and scared.

The photographer didn't respond to the female journalist's words and casually tossed the black and white dice into the air, his eyes fixed on the falling, spinning dice.

As the dice were about to hit the ground, his gaze flickered, and with a slight stroke of his two fingers held together, he manipulated their fall.

The corner of the dice touched the ground, rolling in place for a few turns before slowly coming to a standstill, remaining on its tip, perfectly balanced on the ground.

The female journalist's eyes widened slightly, and like the photographer, she fixed her gaze on the dice.

The six-sided dice showed no number facing up.

There was no roll!

Eighth rule: If you don't roll any number, please leave this corridor immediately; otherwise, David will be very angry.

The dice stopped spinning, and so far, nothing had happened.

The photographer looked toward the stairs leading to the third floor, then tentatively took steps forward, passing the central black and white dice, and reached the edge of the three-meter restriction.

He slowly stepped forward.

He didn't feel an intense crisis, no restrictions, nor the malice that came from all around when he held the dice.

The photographer suddenly stepped onto the first stair, paused for a moment, and then swiftly ascended a few more until he was beyond the three-meter range from the black and white dice, stopping in the middle of the corridor.

Then, he turned around to look.

In his eyes, the form of the female journalist returned to normal.

Shortly thereafter, the black and white dice "clattered" to the ground.

"..."

"Ah, have you broken the game?"

After a lengthy silence on the scene, the female journalist asked him in a daze.

The photographer opened his mouth to reply, but in the next moment, the figures of the female journalist and the young man disappeared from his sight, leaving the second-floor corridor empty.

Only the black and white dice remained where they were.

...

"Huh?!"

The female journalist's gaze stalled, and she immediately turned to look at the young man beside her, only to see him looking down, writing something in his notebook again.

Her expression slightly flustered, she glanced at the corridor void of the photographer's figure, then at the young man, and finally at the black and white dice on the ground.

This...

She was the only one left in this space!

She was left alone with a pervert whose background she did not know!

"What on earth are you writing?"

The female reporter hugged her arms and trembled as she spoke, "And, have I seen you somewhere before? Are you the Investigator from this orphanage? Can't you make a sound?"

Xu Shuo closed his notebook and turned to look at her, "Roll."

"Fine, roll roll roll! If I must roll, then I'll roll!"

The female reporter, feeling the air grow colder and colder, shivered and stepped forward to pick up the Black and White Dice; in that instant, she felt malice coming from all directions.

It was as if something had invaded her body, making her movements and senses dull, even her thoughts slowed down.

The female reporter clenched the dice in her hand, her expression indescribable.

Xu Shuo suddenly looked at her. The female reporter was just sneakily observing him, and they inadvertently made eye contact.

The young man's gaze showed no emotion, but he was staring straight at her. The female reporter blinked and averted her gaze, nervously stroking her hair with the hand not holding the dice.

The atmosphere on the scene fell silent, so quiet that only the female reporter's soft breathing could be heard.

Then, her complexion grew paler, her chest heaving more rapidly, her hand holding the dice trembling slightly, but she still gripped the dice tightly.

At that moment, Xu Shuo reached out his hand towards her.

The female reporter looked at him.

Xu Shuo drew back his palm, "Give it to me."

He spoke in an unquestionable, ice-cold tone, the female reporter pursed her lips, feeling the dense dark malice all around her, and eventually still stretched out her trembling hand to him, opening her fingers to release the Black and White Dice.

There was a brief touch of their fingertips, the young man's skin as cold and rigid as ice. The female reporter retracted her hand as if electrocuted, then bashfully dared not look at him.

Xu Shuo pinched the dice, rubbed it a little with his fingertips, then the Black and White Dice crumbled into powder and dissipated.

Indistinctly, the powder seemed to still be emitting heat.

The female reporter stroked her hair again, her gaze wavered, "So, I should have passed the level, right?"

The Rule Object was gone.

Xu Shuo, grinding the powder in his hand, looked at her emotionlessly for a moment, then opened his notebook to record.

[SOA-09 associated Rule Object, David, has switched to a new host object.]

[Suspected manifestation of Self-Consciousness.]

Even if the female reporter had special abilities to transform certain objects into explosives for her own use, the Rule Object wasn't something she could easily destroy.

Unless "David" was long gone from the Black and White Dice.

Now, this thing, was nothing more than a distraction thrown out to confuse his sight.

Yes, it was something to restrain him.

After Xu Shuo finished writing the new entry, he slightly raised his eyes only to see the female reporter had sneaked closer while he was writing and tried to peek.

However, she saw nothing but solitude.

Because the notebook was filled with indecipherable markings, black notes, red notes, a mess of colors intertwined that required effort to make out what was written.

Of course, the female reporter didn't have the time to carefully discern them. As soon as she raised her head, her eyes met the young man's pitch-black ones.

That moment, her spirits lifted!
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— If all the things he's writing are this messy, definitely not something that a person with normal thinking could write, then is he still normal now? No, no, definitely turned into a pervert already!

— The key point is, was her just now action too reckless? Could it have angered this person with unclear intentions? After all, the power he just showed seemed even more formidable than "David"...

— Speaking of which, the bindings on her now seemed to have disappeared, but if it really came to a fight, would she still need to explode? It's the second floor; exploding should be okay, right? Of course, if she could turn hostility into harmony, that would be even better!

In an instant, the female reporter's thoughts burst forth in her mind, even overwhelming the erosive force from the Abyss.

It was only when the black in front of her eyes expanded to fill her entire field of vision, and countless tentacles entwined in front of her eyes, that she suddenly realized, stepping back in fright.

The female reporter blinked, and the frenzied display she had just seen disappeared, as if it had been an illusion.

The young man in black in front of her was looking at her, tilting his head, "You've disrupted my experiment. Have you thought about how to compensate?"

"Huh?"

The female reporter was stunned, "You could talk normally all this time? Why didn't you say so earlier? Besides, you never said the dice couldn't be destroyed. Moreover, my action should count as helping you discover a new eleventh rule, right? And now that the Black and White Dice are gone, this level doesn't exist anymore!"

Xu Shuo let out a cold laugh, "You're too full of yourself."

Often relying on the "Journal Notes" for analysis and answers probably suppressed her own logical thinking ability.

From the moment the Police Assistant first discovered that the rules had changed, she should have realized that the old rules of the Black and White Dice no longer applied to "David".

Therefore, the old restrictions naturally no longer existed.

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