Folk Card Maker: Starting from Painted Skin

Sitting next to Zhang Jingtian, Huai Yalin had maintained a cold expression ever since leaving the room where the person had died.

She clenched her fists tightly, looking as if she was about to explode.

"Do you think that maybe, on a specific date, the people in that room are forced to die? Something that's impossible to resist?"

The usually taciturn Zhang Jingtian's expression also changed.

Because he thought that what Huai Yalin said was very possible.

Because he increasingly felt that this secret realm of theirs was like a game.

The game stipulated that they were lovers, so they didn't even have the right to refuse this identity.

In the game, they had to sleep at twelve o'clock, so they would automatically fall asleep.

But as long as the room number was drawn, then without a doubt, the person in that room would die.

Zhang Jingtian, like Huai Yalin, really didn't like this kind of secret realm.

Because their skills seemed to be useless here, and they were powerless against rule-based killings.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jingtian turned his head and looked at the silent Huai Yalin:

"Do you think we still have any way to break the situation in this current situation?"

Huai Yalin stood in the corridor, feeling a little down.

Because she felt that she had come to a secret realm that exceeded her abilities.

Actually, if she was the only one here, it would be fine. She would accept her fate, and her death would be her own choice.

But now that Zhang Jingtian was by her side, Huai Yalin really felt that it was because of her that Zhang Jingtian would die.

Thinking of this, a regretful expression immediately appeared on Huai Yalin's face.

"Perhaps we need to find the pattern, and then there must be a way to break it. But I'm really not good at this. Maybe, I can only rely on you."

Huai Yalin felt that she had always been the type with well-developed limbs and a simple mind, so if she were to crack the pattern, it would be no different from killing her.

So she had to turn to Zhang Jingtian for help.

Zhang Jingtian silently looked at Huai Yalin, and after a moment, he spoke:

"I think it's pointless to find the pattern of the dead. Isn't that the same as waiting to die?

If I were to choose, I think we should just find the guy who's killing people.

According to the setting of this secret realm, even if he is omnipotent at night, as long as it is daytime, he should be just like us, a resident of this hotel. So if we can find him during the day and then kill him, maybe all the problems can be solved."

Huai Yalin never expected Zhang Jingtian to come up with such a plan.

But she had to admit that what Zhang Jingtian said was obviously much more reliable than what she had thought.

"Okay." Huai Yalin nodded: "Let's do as you say. Do you think he will be a man or a woman, what kind of person is he?"

Zhang Jingtian shrugged: "I'm not a fortune teller. By the way, do you have any heroic spirits who can divine? Or do you have corresponding spell cards?"

Zhang Jingtian suddenly thought of the "Probing the Way" he had obtained before, which was a spell card that could predict the future.

In such a secret realm where all conditions were vague and confusing, Zhang Jingtian felt that some metaphysical spell cards were needed to help at this time.

Huai Yalin shook her head. All her heroic spirits and spell cards were combat-oriented.

Or rather, Huai Yalin was a pure combat expert.

In her eyes, there was nothing that couldn't be solved by a fight.

"Then we can only find a way to see those guests."

Zhang Jingtian was worrying about how he should meet every guest in the hotel when the landline rang as soon as he returned to the room.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Jingtian immediately walked towards the landline and picked up the phone.

Then, Zhang Jingtian heard a man's voice from the other end of the phone.

It was the front desk, and the other party asked Zhang Jingtian in a very polite tone:

"Mr. Zhang, don't forget to come to the restaurant for dinner tonight!"

Zhang Jingtian silently pressed the speakerphone, and then asked: "Dinner? Why, we haven't booked dinner!"

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The front desk on the other end of the phone smiled: "Didn't I tell Mr. Zhang? Dinner is a benefit that our hotel provides to all guests. As long as you come, sir, you can enjoy it."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingtian tutted and thought that this was interesting.

"Is that so? Will all the guests come?"

The front desk responded again: "Yes, this is also a good opportunity for guests to get to know each other. I think everyone will not miss it."

Huai Yalin rolled her eyes: "Isn't this too far-fetched! This is the first time I've heard that you have to get to know other guests when you go to a hotel. Isn't that too strange!"

Zhang Jingtian shrugged and said with a smile: "Yes, I don't understand why they would ask for this. But this may be the only good opportunity for us to see other guests."

When it was dinner time, Zhang Jingtian and Huai Yalin went to the restaurant.

Objectively speaking, this secret realm was the easiest one Huai Yalin had ever encountered.

It was hard to believe that she had been in this secret realm for two days, but no battle had taken place. Instead, she had been lying in the hotel all the time.

People who didn't know would have thought that she had really come to vacation with Zhang Jingtian!

After entering the restaurant, the first thing Zhang Jingtian saw was a group of guests in suits and dresses sitting at the dining table, toasting and chatting.

However, Zhang Jingtian felt that the smiles on everyone's faces were somewhat fake.

"Do you have a feeling?" Zhang Jingtian lowered his voice and said in Huai Yalin's ear: "These people don't seem like living people."

Huai Yalin nodded: "They look like a group of puppets. Looking at them makes me feel uncomfortable."

Then the two sat down at a table near the window.

"Are we just going to observe like this?" Huai Yalin said with some impatience: "This is too difficult, isn't it? These people don't seem to have much difference."

Zhang Jingtian hummed and then said: "So I think we need to lead the direction of this story. If we are always led by the nose, it will be too unfavorable for us."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jingtian stood up directly, and then clapped his hands, attracting the attention of others.

"Yesterday, a guest died in our hotel, and the murderer is among us."