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Once a person becomes wealthy, their thoughts diverge from those of ordinary people.
When Lin Xun was working as a screenwriter, he once met with a director and encountered a Party A.
This Party A was the largest contractor in City A, appearing refined and scholarly, complete with gold-rimmed glasses. The suit he wore was worth more than Lin Xun's annual income.
The man exchanged business cards with the director.
Lin Xun caught a glimpse of the name on the card.
—Lu Ming.
Lu Ming's request was simple: he wanted the director to film a love story about him and his wife.
As he spoke, Lu Ming wrapped his arms around his wife.
Compared to this prominent contractor, his wife seemed... unworthy of him.
Whether Lin Xun admitted it or not, wealthy individuals exuded an innate charisma that was beyond imitation for someone like Lu Ming, who came from humble beginnings.
However, Lu Ming's wife appeared timid and submissive. She dared not meet anyone's gaze while speaking, nor could she look at Lu Ming; she only lowered her eyes.
As a result, Lin Xun had almost no impression of her.
In the end, their collaboration did not materialize, and Lin Xun gradually forgot about the two of them.
Lu Ming and Lin Xun were from two entirely different social strata, and logically speaking, they should never have crossed paths.
However, no one could have anticipated that they would meet in the Death Game.
Clearly, Lu Ming had completely forgotten about Lin Xun.
Just as Lin Xun had forgotten about Lu Ming's wife.
"I want to collaborate with you," Lin Xun said.
[Do you want to send a team request to the other party? YES/NO]
Lin Xun pondered for a moment and selected NO.
Lu Ming extended his right hand toward Lin Xun.
[Lu Ming has sent you a team request. Do you accept? YES/NO]
But Lin Xun did not take his hand.
He chose NO.
A momentary look of surprise crossed Lu Ming's face.
But it was just a fleeting moment; he withdrew his hand.
"We're still teammates," Lu Ming stated firmly.
Xie Pengfei had turned nearly half of the participants into his teammates.
And since he was someone who had experienced the Game before, it meant that this Game required teamwork.
As for the role of teammates, whether they are meant to cooperate or lead to one's demise remains uncertain.
Lin Xun refrained from collaborating with Xie Pengfei because he had experienced the Game.
A person who has gone through a Death Game often undergoes three transformations.
They become stronger.
They become corrupted.
Or, they become twisted.
Lin Xun did not know which category Xie Pengfei belonged to.
But his experiences from watching countless horror films warned him.
Do not cooperate with him!
Do not cooperate with him!
Do not cooperate with him!
Thus, he chose Lu Ming instead.
Yet, for some reason, he did not trust Lu Ming either.
There was no particular reason, just a strange intuition.
As the largest contractor in City A, Lu Ming was undoubtedly wealthy.
Moreover, as a self-made businessman, he must possess higher emotional intelligence, intellect, and adaptability than others.
He should have been a good teammate.
"We'll explore separately first," Lin Xun said.
Lu Ming nodded in agreement, remaining silent as he followed Lin Xun's suggestion and turned to run towards the stairs.
I could sense a hint of a shady deal between those two!
The upstairs atmosphere feels quite heavy...
I didn't expect the player to be so cunning; I'm intrigued!
Lin Xun ignored the chatter and walked toward the entrance of the brothel.
No one noticed the red wooden board standing at the door.
On the board was a detailed map of the entire brothel.
The First Floor Hall had most rooms marked in black, with only a few scattered rooms lit up.
On the second floor, aside from guest rooms, lived Chun Tao, Summer Lotus, Qiu Ju, and Winter Plum—collectively known as the Four Flowers. Their rooms were marked with a warning.
The third floor contained the Oiran's room, labeled as BOSS, with an adjacent room designated for storage.
On the map, only about one-third of the rooms were illuminated; another third was shaded out, indicating they were currently inaccessible.
Rooms marked on the map are searchable; other rooms are temporarily closed.
Lin Xun felt along the staircase until he reached Qiu Ju's door.
Standing before Qiu Ju's entrance, he took out a piece of paper hidden in his pocket and held it up to his nose to sniff.
Indeed, the paper exuded a scent of chrysanthemums.
Lin Xun could not distinguish the fragrances of peach blossoms, lotus flowers, or plum blossoms, but he could certainly recognize the smell of chrysanthemums.
The aroma of chrysanthemums was a mix of sweetness and a hint of rot, with an intensely sour tang.
He pushed open the door.
However, the moment he opened the door, the surroundings suddenly transformed.
Four Flowers was the head courtesan of the brothel; while not as esteemed as an Oiran, this room could still be considered opulent.
Yet, as Lin Xun stepped through the threshold, he felt a rush of black smoke sweep past him, blinding him momentarily.
A foul stench filled the room, as if something within was quietly decaying, fermenting, and deteriorating…
He covered his nose and stepped inside.
The room was furnished in an old and dilapidated manner, with a thick layer of dust covering the floor. Spiders larger than human hands crawled along the beams, and a musty odor hung heavily in the air…
As soon as his feet touched the floor, the door slammed shut behind him.
A chilling sensation suddenly crept up from behind his head.
It felt as if someone were gently blowing on his neck…
A pale hand, devoid of color, rested on Lin Xun's shoulder.
The touch was delicate and subtle, like snowflakes landing softly on a passerby’s shoulder.
"How dare you enter my room?"
The voice was filled with resentment and sorrow.
In the next moment, those delicate hands transformed into deadly claws!
They tightened around Lin Xun's neck!
A chilling sensation spread from Lin Xun's spine throughout his body.
He endured the pain at his throat.
The owner of those hands clearly wasn't using all her strength; the grip felt more like a cat toying with its prey.
She rubbed her hands together in front of her chest.
Once her hands warmed up, she placed them over the ones gripping his neck.
Her hands were as cold as ice, devoid of any warmth, shriveled and withered like a branch in a drought.
But Lin Xun didn't pull away.
Instead, he continued to rub and massage, trying to warm those hands.
Gradually, the grip began to loosen...
A woman peeked out from behind her, resting her chin on his shoulder and gently wrapping her arms around Lin Xun's waist.
"Mr. Lin, have you finally accepted my feelings?"
Upon hearing her words, Lin Xun's anxious heart finally eased.
He slowly turned his head to look at the woman.
The heart that had just settled suddenly leaped into his throat...
The woman's hair was magnificent.
It cascaded down like a black waterfall.
Each strand was distinct, glossy and dark, as if soaked in oil.
Her thick, jet-black hair had no embellishments, yet it highlighted the superior quality of her locks.
Such hair was rare even on the living, let alone on the dead.
Soon, Lin Xun understood why the woman's hair looked so good.
Because the ghost had hair.
And only hair...
[Name: Qiu Ju]
[Note: Does not like to engage in lawsuits]
At that moment, several comments floated by...
[This ghost has a flat chest; can you even tell front from back while lying down?]
[Curious about what shampoo the female ghost uses; please share the brand!]
[Player intrudes into the female ghost's room, and she doesn't kill him? Is growing hair a waste of intelligence?]
Lin Xun looked at Danmaku, increasingly certain of his thoughts.
This game, in essence, was a role-playing game.
As long as he did not violate the character setting, he could do almost anything.
—In other identities, intruding into a brothel would likely lead to trouble!
But his identity was that of a Destitute Poet.
A Destitute Poet, without money or power, was often welcomed in brothels. Why?
Because of talent and charm with women.
In ancient times, Liu Yong was a high-ranking VIP in various brothels, having written numerous poems for Geishas. With his extraordinary talent, he became the favored guest of several Oiran.
Not only did he visit brothels without spending money, but there were also several Oiran who cried and begged to support him.
Thus, with his Identity Card, entering a Geisha's room did not count as violating any taboos.
Since he was to perform, he naturally had to convey emotions.
Although the character he received was just a few words, it was the playwright's duty to flesh out the character!
Next, it was time for Lin Xun's performance!
SHOWTIME! NOW!
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