There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

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Extreme Evilness, it was essentially a death sentence.

As the Male Salesman fretted over this, in carriage number thirteen, the little girl chewing candies suddenly raised her head to glance over there, a flash of danger passing through the depths of her pupils.

The air inside the carriage seemed to suddenly grow colder, while the sunlight streaming in could only cast pale colors.

Seated right next to the big boss, the young woman felt this chilling sensation even more acutely. Her fingertips restlessly moved, yet her face maintained a gentle smile, and her conversation with the woman didn't miss a beat.

Outside the window, the scenery remained delightful, with the sunshine sparkling on the river's surface.

By the time the Male Salesman returned from the bathroom, the topic of conversation in the carriage had been subtly steered by the players from Qingming Festival family matters to the recent spate of child abductions.

As the topic changed, the woman's expression clearly altered, and she no longer seemed as engaged in the conversation.

Though she was a child trafficker, the woman did not possess strong psychological resilience. Being an accomplice in the abduction of the little girl, she was a breakthrough point for the players in this game.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

This subtle change in her demeanor was easily noticed by the other players.

The little girl, looking straight ahead, swayed her legs while seated and, having finished one candy, took out another from her pocket and unwrapped it.

Then she tugged at the hem of Xu Shuo's clothes beside her, her eyes bright and shiny as she offered him the candy.

"..."

Xu Shuo, who was playing on his phone, glanced at her. He really wanted to show his annoyance, but thinking about his performance points, he ended up giving her a smile that fit his current character.

Gently patting the little girl's head, he leaned down close to her ear and whispered, "Shut up."

The little girl: "..."

She hadn't made a sound after all.

Feeling ignored and threatened again, the little girl pouted in grievance, lowered her head, and ate the candy herself, but the swirling vortex in the depths of her eyes seemed even more dangerous now.

The young woman next to her, who had been leading the conversation with the woman, suddenly stood up without any warning the next moment.

The other few looked at her with some confusion.

"Um, I suddenly feel a bit urgent, I need to go to the restroom for a bit," the young woman awkwardly said.

Then she carefully made her way out from the inside of the seat. Fortunately, the small size of the little girl sitting by the aisle allowed her to slip out easily.

Everyone watched as she quickly left. The Male Salesman glanced sideways, his eyes flickering thoughtfully as he watched her retreating back.

To tell the truth, since divining the result of "Extreme Evilness," the Male Salesman had been caught in a tangle of nerves because he didn't know where this outcome came from, nor did he know if the script should continue.

The setting on the train added significant constraints.

But if he decided to give up the mission and leave, he could still do that.

Only, he felt dissatisfied.

The Male Salesman touched his pocket and pretended to take out a pack of cigarettes—from his pants pocket but actually from the Player's Handbook.

"Hey, I'm getting a bit of a craving," he said with a helpless smile, nodded to the few who were still chatting, and then turned to walk to the end of the carriage.

This character didn't actually have a smoking addiction, for he never smoked, nor did he display any traits of a smoker.

So this behavior would definitely be full of flaws, very easy for the perceptive people around to notice, but the Male Salesman did not intend to disguise it.

At the junction between the carriages.

The young woman stood before the washbasin, turning on the tap to splash water on her face, which somewhat refreshed her.

That aura from before had been too terrifying.

But looking out from here, the sunlight outside was still bright and lovely, the scenery charming. Golden light poured into the bustling and warm carriage; where was the hint of anything eerie or sinister?

The young woman exhaled deeply.

At that moment, a hushed voice came from beside her, "Do you feel like something's not right?"

The sudden voice startled her, and she abruptly lifted her face, her eyes sharply focusing on the Male Salesman who had somehow appeared beside her.

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Ordinary people don't have this strength.

Is it a player?

The young woman smoothed her wet bangs, her face full of confusion, "What? What are you talking about?"

The Male Salesman pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a lighter.

The smoke from the Script Space's special cigarettes wafted out, carrying a faint fragrance, unlike the pungent and unpleasant low-quality cigarettes on the train.

He blew a smoke ring and continued, "Let's cooperate. This matter is very dangerous, I don't care about rankings."

The way the Male Salesman spoke was as hazy as the smoke he exhaled. Continue your saga on empire

But the young woman understood in an instant.

The system task before the start had already made it clear that this time the task was submission-based, where players compete to find out the truth first and the rewards are distributed based on the ranking at the end.

However, these few sentences alone did not mean that she was going to disclose everything about herself.

The young woman sneered coldly, irritatedly said, "Crazy. I can't understand what you're talking about. If there's nothing else, please move aside, I need to go back."

——So it's about the stakes, huh.

The Male Salesman took out the character's phone from his pocket, his fingers swiftly moving across the screen, opening the police system app.

Then, he brought up a picture for her to see.

"I know who you are. You've been to prison for drug use before. We have your criminal record here," the Male Salesman said calmly.

"..." The young woman was stupefied.

She used drugs, something she herself didn't even know.

But soon, the young woman remembered that there seemed to be a box of loose powder in her handbag.

At the time she reviewed her personal items, it was inconvenient to take out and open that box of powder; she just assumed it was because the character cared about beauty and kept loose powder in her bag.

After all, there was indeed nothing unusual about that.

In the blink of an eye, the young woman's thoughts flipped, and she quickly adjusted her mood, stuttering, "I have already reformed, what reason do you have to arrest me?"

——Does he have this information because he's from the police?

——Isn't he afraid she might be the murderer?

The Male Salesman put away the phone as if he had seen through her inner thoughts and continued, "I don't mind exposing my identity to you because if you are the person I'm looking for, knowing my identity might, in a way, speed... things up. But if you're not, then I've made a gain."

Hearing this, the young woman furrowed her brows.

What the hell? Is he willing to lose the game?

The young woman quickly recalled the second thing the man had said after seeing her — this matter is very dangerous.

So dangerous that he'd rather lose the game and enter the world of Punishment than waste any more time.

So that's why he dared to bluntly come at her?!

Why...

Wait a minute! There seems to be a problem.

If she used drugs, did her current husband know about this?

If he knew, what role was he playing?

The young woman's gaze went vacant as she started a lengthy brainstorm, until the waiting Male Salesman beside her couldn't help but push her.

"Hey, so do you want to cooperate or not?"

"... What exactly do you know?" The young woman snapped back to reality, straightened up, and asked.