Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 399 Vase

As the elevator doors closed, the female player named "Nun" gazed at him with a smile so radiant it sent chills down his spine.

"She wanted to kill me."

Inside the elevator, Yu Shijiu lowered his eyelids and murmured to Feifei.

“She wanted to kill me, Fatty.”

Fatty stared at him blankly, seemingly not quite understanding what he meant.

"I feel it now."

Amid the slight dizziness of the elevator descending, Yu Shijiu's voice was low, as if he were talking to someone very close to him.

"When she looked at me, it was like looking at a dying corpse, and with some pity that I particularly loathe."

The way he looked at the doctors at the sanatorium was exactly the same.

Pity, excitement, killing, death... those chaotic memories from the past made Yu Shijiu's hands tremble slightly.

He was not afraid.

He may have felt that fear in the past, but after so many years, he's long past the age where he feels fear or dread.

This female player from the Black Robe Church once again reminded him of that familiar, powerless frenzy from his childhood.

"Great."

Yu Shijiu smiled and tilted his head, his eyes crinkling with joy, and excitedly said to Feifei:

"This game is going to be very, very fun."

Feifei shook its head uneasily, meowing and rubbing its head against Yu Shijiu's thigh, its green eyes full of worry.

"What are you afraid of?"

Yu Shijiu gently squatted down, reached out and scratched his chubby chin, and whispered:

"Do you believe me if I say I won't die?"

Fatty: "...Meow."

I believe in cats.

But what's the use of believing if I'm just a cat, meow?

"Believe me."

Yu Shijiu lowered his head and rubbed his forehead against his chubby head, murmuring:

"I will absolutely not die."

Because I don't want to die right now.

Ding.

The elevator doors made a sound as if they were about to open. Yu Shijiu patted non-existent dust off his knees and slowly stood up.

"All right."

He smiled and said, "The most important thing for us now is to go eat."

Fatty followed him out of the elevator with cat-like steps.

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Meanwhile, Chen Yi, He Lingling, and Xu Han each searched every corner of the room thoroughly but found nothing strange.

Perhaps it's just not surprising during the day.

Anyway, He Lingling didn't find anything that looked strange.

She licked her dry lips, her gaze slowly falling on the painting on the wall opposite the foot of the bed.

This is a picture frame about half the height of a person, containing a painting of a somewhat worn-out table and a beautiful vase.

The paintbrush looks somewhat immature, and the details of the table, even when carefully examined, appear quite rough. The only thing that stands out is the vase on the table, which looks very beautiful.

Deep blue, white, and some brightly colored lines intersect and mix together, creating a very chaotic and decadent effect.

He Lingling actually had some kind of premonition.

Because of her "Ghost Eyes'" precognitive abilities, she could sense that the painting in front of her was somewhat eerie.

To put it simply, this painting is the one that gives her the worst feeling in the entire room right now.

He Lingling felt inexplicably irritable.

She stared at the picture frame for several minutes, but in the end, she resisted the urge to take it apart.

As a qualified support player, He Lingling felt that she should not put herself in danger, even if it was daytime.

Who knows what strange things might happen...

Why does this vase in the painting look so familiar?

Has she seen this vase before? She shouldn't have, right? ...

He Lingling hissed, rubbed her temples, and prepared to go find Chen Yi and the others to talk about the vase.

After the room fell completely silent, the picture frame on the wall suddenly twisted eerily for a moment. The vase on the table in the painting slowly shattered into pieces, and some seemingly chaotic and distorted black lines spread out from the broken vase, emitting rustling, screaming, and painful cries and laughter of a woman.

He Lingling did not witness this bizarre and terrifying scene.

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restaurant.

Yu Shijiu led Feifei from the elevator toward the hotel lobby—because he had looked around several places on the first floor but hadn't found the restaurant.

"gentlemen?"

Just as Yu Shijiu was about to go to the front desk to ask, a somewhat aged female voice came from behind him.

He subconsciously turned around and met the face of an old man with wrinkles and a weathered appearance.

Are you looking for somewhere?

This is an old lady with a hunched back, gray hair, and a face full of wrinkles. She is wearing a drab cleaning uniform, and behind her is a vehicle full of cleaning supplies for cleaning various rooms.

Yu Shijiu withdrew her gaze, smiled and nodded, "Yes, Grandma, I want to go to the front desk to ask where the restaurant is."

"The restaurant..." The old lady's cloudy, yellowish eyes darted around, and she turned her head to point in the opposite direction from the front desk.

"The restaurant is located this way. Just follow this corridor straight ahead, turn right at the second corner, and you'll see the restaurant."

The old lady said.

"Wow, the restaurant is so far away..."

Yu Shijiu sighed, then led the way in the direction the old lady pointed, not forgetting to turn back and thank her.

"Thank you grandma~"

The boy's smiling face was reflected in the old woman's cloudy eyes. She seemed to pause briefly for a second before taking a few steps forward with a clean towel.

Yu Shijiu heard her heavy footsteps. "Grandma?"

"...It's your own cat."

The old man looked at the large orange cat following Yu Shijiu and coughed:

"That's good, that's good, that's good..."

"Ok?"

Yu Shijiu looked at her and pressed, "What do you mean by 'it's good if it's your own cat'?"

This time, the old woman didn't answer; she simply dragged her cleaning cart away.

Yu Shijiu showed no intention of chasing after them.

He watched the old man's disappearing figure thoughtfully, then walked towards the restaurant with Fatty, who was constantly licking his paw pads.

Why have you been licking your hands all day?

Yu Shijiu watched the chubby baby licking its paw pads and casually asked a question.

Did you get your hands dirty somewhere?

Fatty paused in its licking of its paw pads and nodded its head seriously.

Yu Shijiu asked in surprise, "You really got them dirty? Where? Did you get them dirty before you even saw me?"

"Meow meow!"

No!

Fatty shook his head, then gesticulated wildly as he mimicked the fly he'd seen in the fourth-floor corridor, before stomping on it—ending with a flick of his paw and a look of disgust.

“…Oh, oh, oh,” Yu Shijiu concluded, “So you saw a fly on the fourth floor and then stepped on it, right?”

Fatty nodded proudly: "Meow meow meow!"

Yes! That's it! Praise me!!

"How could there be flies on such a clean place as the fourth floor?"

Yu Shijiu expressed his doubts: "The corridor doesn't look like it has anything dirty in it!"

Fatty, who didn't hear any praise: "..."

It purred angrily several times before chasing after Yu Shijiu to continue walking towards the restaurant.