In the darkness, a young man with a sullen look came slowly up the stairs. It was the Southeast Asian player Abdullah.
The old man looked at the other two and said honestly, ââI was the first to come here. After half a minute, Tang arrived. This is the attic and I think you should be here for the same reason as me.â He explained his intentions as soon as he opened his mouth. âI came to see if the body is still present.â
Tang Mo nodded. âMe too.â
Abdullah glanced at the two people. âSame.â
The old man asked, âGo in together?â
âYes.â
The old manâs hand pressed on the door handle and gentle opened it. Dim light passed through the window and entered the attic. Tang Moâs eyes became more concentrated as the door opened. He sighed with relief when he saw the body still left in the attic.
Abdullah opened his mouth, âHe is still there.â
The old man continued, âIâm not interested in this body.â
Tang Mo suggested, âGo out and search around?â
The group agreed to his proposal. âOkay.â
There were two hours of night but that didnât mean players had to stay outside the room for two hours. Not going outside the room was allowed by the black tower while going outside and back in was also allowed. During the day, there were more than 10 players. At night, there were only three people so it was easier to observe the other side.
However, the three of them didnât intend to act together. From the attic, they went down the stairs to the second floor before separating.
This was a rare opportunity to investigate the castle alone.
During the day, everyoneâs conversations were held at the long table. They had to act together when searching for clues. One reason was to ensure fairness while the other was to prevent the monster from mixing in with the players and hiding clues.
Tang Mo chose to go to the lobby on the first floor. The old man and Abdullah chose to go to the second floor.
As the three people separated, Tang Mo quietly looked at the backs of the two men. The old man chose to go left while Abdullah went right. The two people didnât join together. They just looked for clues on their own, as if they didnât want to waste any time.
Tang Mo went down the stairs and came to the long table.
There were 13 small puppets in the centre of the wooden table. On the back of the wooden chairs, the names Lena, David, Anatoli and Bai Ruoyao were all removed. Whenever night fell, the players placed the voting ticket on the table and no one took care of what happened to the whereabouts of the tickets. Tang Mo looked carefully at the table and found there were no white tickets or red tickets.
He examined each chair where the players had sat.
Then he went to the fireplace and turned over the thick ashes. He went to the kitchen and peered carefully through the cupboard.
Half an hour later, the patter of footsteps was heard on the stairs. Tang Mo held a candlestick and the dim light reflected on his face, making him look gloomy. He walked up the stairs with no expression, moving through the second floor before going up to the third floor. At the door of the attic, he stopped and looked down the stairs.
A sunken face was illuminated by candlelight.
Tang Mo was silent for a moment. âYour footsteps are very light.â
Abdullah replied, âI walk lightly.â After a moment, he asked, âDo you think Iâm a monster because if this?â
His sarcastic laughter caused Tang Mo to frown. He didnât answer and just turned to open the door of the attic.
He stared at the scene inside the door. The next moment, Tang Mo turned his head and spoke in a calm voice. âCan you tell me, who stole the body?â
The narrow and dim attic was empty.
Bai Ruoyaoâs body was gone!
Abdullah raised his head. âWhat do you want to say? I didnât steal it.â
Tang Mo held the candlestick. âIt wasnât me either.â
Abdullah said, âit is probably that old man.â
Tang Mo started sniffing the air. There was only the smell of old dust, nothing else. He held the candlestick and leaned down slightly, letting the light shine onto a corner of the attic door. He saw a brown trace on the corner of the wooden door. Tang Mo reached out and gently touched it.
Nothing was erased but it was wet.
Tang Mo asked, âWhere is George, the old man?â
Abdullahâs dark eyes shone in the dim candlelight. âI didnât see him.â
Tang Mo held the candle and his lips curved. âIs this your blood or hisâŠâ His words hadnât finished yet when there was a sharp sound behind Tang Mo and Tang Mo directly threw the candle away. Abdullah punched the candle and stood below the stairs, looking up at Tang Mo with a cold, snake-like expression.
This was the first time Tang Mo had seen him smile. It was sinister and especially bizarre in the darkness.
âYou are going to die anyway. There is no point asking too much.â
Once he finished speaking, his fist arrived as expected. As this fist was about to reach Tang Mo, Abdullahâs five fingers became claw shaped and wanted to gouge out Tang Moâs heart. Tang Mo moved sideways to dodge, holding the stair railing in one hand. Abdullahâs claws became eagle-like and attacked Tang Mo like shadows.
His nails had some turned black and when he grabbed onto the handrails, the imprint of five fingers was left. In the place where his nails touched, the wood made a sizzling sound and quickly rotted away.
Tang Mo say this and didnât dare be careless. he held the smooth handrail of the stairs and moved down to the second floor.
Abdullah followed him.
Once the terrain opened, Tang Mo was no longer passive and took the initiative to attack.
Abdullah wasnât strong and was slightly thin, but his movements were fast. He was physically soft and attacked Tang Mo from all angles. Whenever Tang Mo wanted to hit him, Abdullah moved like a fish to avoid it.
Another attack caused Abdullahâs fingers to be deeply embedded in the wall.
This was an opportunity!
Tang Moâs eyes brightened as he pulled off the metal handrail of the staircase, stabbing it accurately at Abdullahâs head. Unexpectedly, Abdullah quickly pulled out his five fingers. His sunken face showed a smile of success and Tang Moâs eyes widened as he realized the other personâs plan.
Abdullah shouted and stabbed Tang Mo in the heart. Tang Mo quickly dodged but his waist was gouged at. The flesh that encountered the black nails started to rot and melt. Tang Mo didnât hesitate to cut off a large piece of flesh while kicked the other person at the same time.
The two men took a few steps back.
Tang Mo said, âThe place where you attacked is a bit of a coincidence. I was just about to cut off this piece of flesh.â
Abdullah smiled coldly. âYou are smart. If you had been one second later, my poison wouldâve reached your heart.â
Tang Mo smiled lightly. âYou donât understand what I mean.â
Abdullah didnât bother talking to him. âDie for me!â
This time, Abdullahâs attacks were more intense and swift. He didnât want to waste any time as he crazily attacked every second. Tang Mo was forced to retreat. Abdullah smashed the fireplace with one foot and the bricks blocked Tang Moâs view. At this time, he was attacked. Abdullahâs claws stabbed at Tang Mo but unexpected, Tang Moâs body bent into an unthinkable shape, avoiding this attack.
Abdullah immediately understood. âThis is your ability?â Abdullah understood Tang Moâs hidden card and his expression changed. âIt is no wonder that guy said you would easily die without your ability. Your combat strength isnât good at all.â
Tang Mo didnât have time to talk and was forced back by the other person.
In the castle, Abdullahâs nails left marks on the wall. He was crazier, as if his ability would disappear if he didnât kill Tang Mo soon. He eventually forced Tang Mo into a corner of the stairs. Tang Mo had nowhere to hide and the black poisonous claws aimed straight for his heart.
At this moment, there was the sound of a metal impact.
Abdullahâs eyes widened with disbelief as he looked down at his right hand. He saw that his black nails clearly touched Tang Moâs chest but couldnât go in. It wasnât just that. His fingers were shaking and three black nails even cracked!
âNo way, you canât use props. Even then, only rare grade props can block my nailsâŠâ
Abdullah stopped speaking and stared down at his abdomen.
Tang Mo leaned against the wall, slightly breathless. Sweat soaked his face and his clothes were dyed red from the blood flowing at his waist.
Abdullahâs eyes shook as he stared at the sharp weapon that stabbed his body.
Tang Mo had reached forward in the same posture as Abdullah, his right hand piecing Abdullahâs stomach. The only thing difference was that his nails touched Tang Moâs chest and broke like they hit something hard, while Tang Moâs right hand had transformed into a triangular shaped weapon that directly pierced Abdullahâs body.
A strong bloody taste filled Abdullahâs mouth and his eyes turned red as he wanted to attack again. Tang Mo didnât give him the opportunity. He pulled out the black weapon and directly stabbed Abdullahâs head.
The Southeast Asian player had a bloody hole in his head. He tried to say, âYou have two abilitiesâ but the blood blocked his voice. He couldnât say anything and fell to the ground.
Tang Moâs shaking fingers opened his clothes and looked at his chest.
[Ability: Gene Recombination]
[Owner: Tang Mo (Fu Wenduo)]
[Type: Genotype]
[Function: Any cell in the body can be turned to steel and the steel body has a rare grade prop level hardness. The recovery ability is accelerated. The cells can be regenerated 100 times faster than an average person.]
[Level: 9]
[Restriction: Evolving the ability is extremely difficult.]
[Note: The last person with this ability became Eve.]
[Tang Mo version usage instructions: Can only be used once a day and the duration is 30 seconds. The rate of the cell regeneration is 50 times that of ordinary humans and it lasts for 5 minutes. As I am writing these words, Tang Mo has already eaten Fu Wenduoâs beepâ and hasnât given any money!]
The skin around Tang Moâs heart had become black steel. It slowly became skin but there were still five black finger marks on it. The black poison slowly invaded the body through the skin. Tang Mo raised his right hand without hesitation and used the black weapon to remove the flesh from his chest.
He grunted and wiped the blood coming from his mouth.
After a few minutes of rest, Tang Mo went to the attic and opened the door.
In the quiet attic, there was only blood on the ground from the hundreds of pieces of flesh that the American player David had been cut into.