The trembling beneath his feet showed no signs of abating, and the chains around his ankles emitted a crisp sound that made him increasingly uneasy, as if at any moment, an invisible hand would emerge from the darkness, grab his chains, and drag him into the abyss. This emotion engulfed Yin Zhi’en and was further sensed by the room, making the trembling beneath his feet even more intense. [Key Plot Trigger Countdown: 13:24——] No, he couldn’t just sit there and wait for death. No matter what, he had to feel his way to the door and try to open it. Even if there were traps and hidden weapons behind that door, he had to try to push it open and get out. Otherwise, breaking the current stalemate and advancing the plot would be impossible. Following his memory, Yin Zhi’en groped through the darkness and slowly walked in the direction of the door. Successfully finding the doorknob, he pressed it down, and with a click, the door opened outward. The door wasn’t locked? Outside the door, just like inside, was pitch black. Yin Zhi’en didn’t dare to rush outside. He stood at the door, pulled the iron chain on his ankle a bit further, and flung it out. The sensor light overhead turned on. With the faint light from that sensor lamp, Yin Zhi’en realized that this door wasn’t an exit at all—this was a bathroom door. The bathroom was less than three square meters, with a toilet stained with yellow marks of excrement and urine along the wall, and a sink with a mirror next to it. Other than that, there was nothing. No windows, no doors, not even a vent. That meant he was now in a completely sealed space with no exit! This realization filled Yin Zhi’en with despair, but the system countdown did not stop because of it—— [Key Plot Trigger Countdown: 11:43——] Time ticked by second by second, and he had to trigger the key plot as soon as possible. His ability, [Subconscious Sensing], was active and frantically warning him that there was danger in this bathroom. His rational thinking told him that the more dangerous it was, the higher the possibility of triggering the plot. He closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and stepped into the bathroom. Surveying the entire room, Yin Zhi’en’s gaze finally settled on the stinking toilet. He walked over to the toilet, the chains at his ankles dragging along the ground with a rattling sound. As he got closer, the stench from the toilet grew stronger, and the pungent smell of ammonia made his eyes tear up even as he held his breath. Covering his mouth and nose, squinting, and suppressing the urge to vomit, Yin Zhi’en squatted down and observed around the toilet for a long time, knocking here and tapping there, but he never heard any hint sound in the system to trigger the plot. The clue wasn’t with the toilet, so it could only be near... Yin Zhi’en turned to look at the sink beside him. Just one glance, and his mind’s [Subconscious Sensing] immediately began sounding a frantic alarm. Extremely dangerous, don’t approach! Don’t approach! Don’t approach! The continuous warning sounds nearly quashed the exploring thought that had just emerged in Yin Zhi’en’s mind, and his instinct to avoid danger made him want to leave the bathroom. [Key Plot Trigger Countdown: 7:58——] Only seven minutes left. He couldn’t leave, or he’d be eliminated right at the start. With trembling legs, Yin Zhi’en struggled to shuffle to the sink. The sink had not a drop of water, only many dried bloodstains and a tangled bunch of black hair around the drain. Yin Zhi’en looked up and saw his own face, pale as ash, in the shattered mirror on the wall. The sensor light overhead went out, plunging the surroundings into darkness. The sensor light flickered back on, and Yin Zhi’en saw himself in the mirror once more, as well as... The face of a woman, with a livid complexion and blood streaming from her seven orifices, clinging to his shoulder. Yin Zhi’en let out a piercing scream, could no longer control himself, and dashed out of the bathroom. With a bang, he slammed the bathroom door shut, ran back to the camp bed, pressed his back firmly against the corner of the wall, and shivered all over, staring intently at the direction of the bathroom door. A woman’s voice came from beside his ear, as if she were softly blowing air onto his face. Yin Zhi’en turned his head stiffly and saw a pair of hollow eyes, void of pupils, staring directly at him. ["*Short and Fat*": (╬⁽⁽⁰⁾⁾Д⁽⁽⁰⁾⁾)] ["*ygs.qs*": Damn! Was there no high-energy warning?] ["*w.q.n.m.d.*": Can’t do it, I’ve watched so many instances, but I still can’t get used to this kind of scene, slipping away to find a less scary place to relax] ["*ygs.qs*": I’m going to continue my rampage, waiting for Jiu cilang to get unbanned] ["*Short and Fat*": Wait for me, let’s go together] [Live streaming room of [Fatty Zhang Must Strive].] [Star User *Short and Fat* entered this live streaming room, welcome!] [Star User *ygs.qs* entered this live streaming room, welcome!] ["*ygs.qs*": This side is good, look at this cozy furniture arrangement, look at this spacious kitchen, look at this delightful, flavorful, and fragrant food] ["*Short and Fat*": Seems like we came to the right place, even the food here is normal food, amazingly, there’s no blood and no shit] Sunlight slanted through the sheer curtains by the dining room’s floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm hue over Fatty Zhang’s pale face. Next to Fatty Zhang sat a young woman with her hair loosely tied at the back and wearing an apron, serving a drumstick to the man beside her,