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Once a person becomes wealthy, their thoughts diverge from those of ordinary people.
Lin Xun, during his time as a screenwriter, had the opportunity to meet a client alongside a director.
This client was the largest construction magnate in City A, possessing an air of refinement and scholarly demeanor. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and his suit was worth more than Lin Xun's annual salary.
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 straightforward; he hoped the director could film a love story between him and his wife.
With that, Lu Ming pulled his wife into an embrace.
Compared to this construction tycoon, his wife seemed… unworthy of him.
Whether Lin Xun admitted it or not, wealthy individuals exude a unique aura that is simply unattainable for someone like Lu Ming, who had once been poor.
However, Lu Ming's wife appeared timid and submissive. When she spoke, she dared not meet anyone's gaze, not even Lu Ming's, her eyes cast downward in shyness.
As a result, Lin Xun hardly remembered anything about her.
Ultimately, their collaboration did not materialize, and Lin Xun gradually forgot about the two of them.
Lu Ming and Lin Xun were from two different social classes, and it was only natural that they would have no further contact.
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 thought 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 only for an instant; he withdrew his hand.
"We are 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 teammates.
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.
"Let's explore separately first," Lin Xun suggested.
Lu Ming nodded in agreement, remaining silent as he followed Lin Xun's lead and turned to run towards the stairs.
I can smell a shady deal brewing between those two!
The atmosphere upstairs feels quite heavy...
I didn't expect this player to be so cunning; I'm intrigued!
Lin Xun ignored the comments and walked towards 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.
In the first-floor hall, most of the rooms were marked in black, with only a few scattered rooms lit up.
The second floor, aside from guest rooms, housed Chun Tao, Xia He, Qiu Ju, and Dong Mei—four beauties known as Jin Hua—marked on the map with a warning label "Danger."
The third floor contained the Oiran's room, labeled as BOSS, with an adjacent room designated for storage.
On the whole map, only about one-third of the rooms were illuminated; another third was shaded out, clearly indicating that they were not accessible yet.
Rooms marked on the map are searchable; other rooms are temporarily closed.
Lin Xun touched the staircase and arrived at Qiu Ju's door.
He stood in front of Qiu Ju's room, pulled out a piece of paper hidden in his pocket, and sniffed it under his nose.
Indeed, the paper emitted 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 fishiness, with an underlying stench that was quite pungent.
He pushed open the door.
However, the moment he opened the door, the surroundings suddenly changed.
The four Jin Hua were the top courtesans of the brothel; while they did not hold the same status as an Oiran, this room could still be considered splendid and luxurious.
Yet, as Lin Xun stepped through the doorway, he felt a rush of black smoke sweep past him, blinding him momentarily.
A foul odor wafted from within, as if something was quietly rotting and fermenting in the room...
He covered his nose and stepped inside.
The room was furnished with old and dilapidated items, thick layers of dust covering the floor. Large spiders, bigger than human hands, crawled along the beams, and a musty smell filled the air...
As soon as his feet crossed the threshold, the door slammed shut behind him.
A chilling sensation suddenly crept up behind his head.
It felt as if someone was gently blowing on his back...
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 intrude into my room?"
The voice was filled with resentment and sorrow.
In the next moment, those delicate hands transformed into claws that gripped his throat!
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 warmth, withered and frail, like a branch from a parched tree.
Yet Lin Xun did not 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.
"Lin Lang, have you finally accepted my feelings?"
Upon hearing her words, the tension in Lin Xun's heart finally eased.
He slowly turned his head to look at the woman.
The sense of calm he had just regained instantly tightened in 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.
The 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 woman had hair on her head.
And only hair...
[Name: Qiu Ju]
[Note: Dislikes lawsuits]
At that moment, several comments floated by...
[This ghost is flat-chested; can she tell the front from the back while lying on the bed?]
[Curious about what shampoo this 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 sign of low intelligence?]
Lin Xun watched the barrage of comments and became increasingly certain of his thoughts.
This game, at its core, was essentially a role-playing game.
As long as he did not violate the character setting, he could do almost anything.
— In other identities, entering a brothel would likely lead to trouble!
But his identity was that of a Destitute Poet.
A Destitute Poet, lacking money and 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, writing numerous poems for Geishas. With his exceptional talent, he became a 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 this Identity Card, entering a Geisha's room did not count as breaking any taboos.
Since he had to perform, he naturally needed to convey emotions.
Although the character description he received was brief, it was the screenwriter's duty to flesh it out!
Now, it was time to see Lin Xun's performance!
SHOWTIME! NOW!
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