Fortune-teller had always been the kind of person who acted on her whims. Sometimes, a sudden idea would pop into her mind, and before she fully registered it, her body would already be unconsciously implementing it.

Just like now, she was standing at the door of Dong'er's room.

No one else was in the hall. Teacher Sweet and the cameraman were absent, and her targets had run off somewhere, giving her ample time to act.

Even so, Fortune-teller felt a little guilty. After all, she was sneaking into someone else's room.

However, she quickly put her guilt aside.

In this world, those who are too apprehensive tend not to live long.

I have to figure out why there isn't a single living person among Dong'er's options, Fortune-teller thought as she swiftly slipped into the room before her.

None of the rooms here were locked, giving her a perfect opportunity.

The door didn't creak from disuse when opened, which was a relief to Fortune-teller, who feared being discovered.

Upon entering the room, Fortune-teller quickly scanned her surroundings.

Dong'er's room layout was similar to her own.

Immediately to the left upon entering was a medium-sized screen displaying, "The selected guest player of this room is 'Dong'er'."

Fortune-teller didn't pay much attention to the screen. Every guest's room had one, intended to clarify for the player whether they were playing the guest or the hidden player.

The room walls were as white as snow. It was well-decorated, and the air was filled with a unique scent, as if Dong'er had sprayed perfume in her room.

A single bed was positioned on the right, its headboard against the wall. A blue-and-white checkered, fluffy bedsheet hung from the bed, draping softly onto the floor.

The bedside table was placed next to the window.

A huge window, devoid of any security measures, faced the door. It was as large as the one in her own room. So large, in fact, that Fortune-teller, who lived on the first floor, constantly feared someone might break in and rob her.

Dong'er clearly had similar concerns.

The thick curtains were drawn tightly, not letting in a sliver of light, as if Dong'er feared someone spying from outside.

Fortune-teller found this odd. Why are the curtains drawn so tightly?

While fearing the excessively large window herself, she didn't feel the need to draw the curtains so tightly, especially not in broad daylight.

As she pondered this, she moved towards the window.

But as she passed the single bed, a peculiar fragrance, tinged with an odd odor, entered her nostrils.

She recognized this as the scent she had smelled upon entering the room. However, the fragrance seemed to grow stronger here at the bedside, and it was mixed with some other smells.

As Fortune-teller's gaze was drawn to the bed, she also noticed something on the bedside table.

Due to her distance from the bedside table earlier, she hadn't seen what was on it. But now, the items on the table were clearly visible to her.

What is this…

Fortune-teller strode quickly to the table and picked up the card that had been casually placed there.

This is the card for choosing one's object of affection!

This card was particularly important to the guests. Fortune-teller didn't know about the others, but she always kept hers with her, as she might need to write down her choice at any moment.

Dong'er, however, seemed to care little for this card, having left it haphazardly on the table...

Just then, she noticed the peculiar odor she had detected earlier had grown stronger.

It must be coming from this bed.

Fortune-teller eyed the single bed curiously, then lightly sniffed the bedsheet. She realized the source of the odor wasn't the sheet, but somewhere else.

Naturally, Fortune-teller cast her gaze under the bed.

She couldn't see directly under the bed because the blue-and-white fluffy bedsheet hung down, draping onto the floor and just barely concealing the space beneath.

Fortune-teller stared intently at the bedsheet draping to the floor.

The tightly drawn curtains, the odd smell from under the bed, the selection card tossed aside, and the absence of any living person among Dong'er's selectable targets... Taking these factors into account, a horrifying idea suddenly formed in Fortune-teller's mind.

She shuddered involuntarily, slowly squatting down…

This instance is called Sweet Lovers. It's a matchmaking variety show instance. From the beginning, we knew there were two sides of players... us, the guests, and the others, the hidden players.

Since Teacher Sweet said the guests would choose their objects of affection, I assumed our side had the complete initiative, and the hidden players could only try their best to conceal their identities... But now it seems that's not the case at all!

In this instance, the ones who most want to kill us... probably aren't ghosts...

Finally squatting before the bed, Fortune-teller reached out, pinched the fluffy bedsheet where it touched the floor, and lifted it ever so slightly.

A scent, a mixture of perfume and some other odor, wafted from the gap, assaulting her nostrils.

Previously, Fortune-teller couldn't identify what the smell was, but now that she was closer, she could, of course, discern it.

It's the stench of a rotting corpse, mixed with perfume!

So it's true.

They must have sprayed a large amount of perfume under the bed to cover up the stench of the corpse hidden there! To deceive everyone!

There's a corpse under the bed.

Fortune-teller calmed herself slightly, then lifted the bedsheet higher.

She lowered her gaze slightly. The first thing that came into view was a deathly pale hand. It was clear its owner had been dead for some time; the skin was completely devoid of color.

Next to the hand lay a crumpled piece of discarded clothing.

Fortune-teller didn't look at the rest of the corpse. Instead, she quickly picked up the crumpled bundle of clothing and unfolded it. Sure enough, on the back was a large number—"4".

Only the clothes of a chosen target would have such a number.

The corpse under the bed and the discarded clothes confirmed her suspicions.

Fortune-teller shuddered fiercely.

The 'Dong'er' we met earlier wasn't the real Dong'er at all! She's a hidden player!

While all the players were in their rooms learning the rules, this impostor came up with a horrifying idea.

She seized the opportunity to kill the real Dong'er, hide her under the bed, then change into the numbered clothes to take her place. That way, she could never fail in this instance!

That's right! If the guest who could choose her is dead, then she's perfectly safe!

No wonder the impostor asked Teacher Sweet if she could choose someone else's target! She was afraid of being chosen by other guests!

Her impersonation was so convincing... Moving in and out of the guest rooms so naturally, without a single flaw. If I hadn't divined her...

At that moment, Fortune-teller suddenly remembered something. It seems Teacher Sweet never once called the impostor Dong'er a 'guest.' She knew everything but didn't expose it. This means hidden players killing guests is actually a normal part of this instance's gameplay!

Realizing this, Fortune-teller drew a sharp breath, desperate to leave this terrifying player's room immediately.

But just then, she suddenly realized she had unknowingly been enveloped by a nebulous shadow.

Immediately after, Fortune-teller heard a cold voice from above her, "What are you doing?"

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