Chapter Seven: Holiday Villa 7

Blood burst forth like a small fountain before everyone's eyes.

There was a moment of stunned silence, then the crowd erupted into screams, scattering in panic.

This time, Su Man was clever—before anyone could react, she darted away ahead of them all.

Listening to the frantic shouts and shrieks behind her, she couldn’t help but wonder: Is this the punishment? To frighten them with a not-so-clever horror creature?

She had barely taken a few steps when a curtain of light suddenly appeared before her.

[New task unlocked: By tomorrow evening at six o’clock, find out why Xin Ling invited you and obtain the key clue object.]

The sudden appearance of the light screen caused her to pause for a second.

“Bang!”

At the same moment, the familiar sound of a heavy door slamming shut echoed from behind.

Without thinking, she turned. Those people were up to their old tricks again—Aya, that woman, was leading the group, and someone had been trapped inside! The person inside was crying and begging to be let out.

But this time was different. Her pupils shrank—these idiots! Zhou Bin was outside! Right behind Aya and the others!

“Huh? What are you doing? What’s in the room? Why is everyone crying?”

To Su Man’s surprise, Zhou Bin seemed to have returned to normal.

Yet his sudden question terrified Aya and her group, making them sink to the floor.

“What’s wrong with you all? Hey? What am I doing here?”

Zhou Bin’s face was full of confusion.

Aya shrieked, about to speak, when Zhou Bin stepped past her, grasped the door handle, and tried to open it. “Is something wrong in there? I’ll go in and have a look.”

“There’s nothing wrong in there!” Aya was dumbfounded, but before she could react, Su Man shouted loudly and rushed forward to stop him, “They’re...busy in there.”

“Busy? Why are they crying?”

“...”

“They have hemorrhoids!” Aya replied at full volume, breaking the silence.

After answering, she stared at Zhou Bin, her face instantly pale.

And when Zhou Bin replied in all seriousness, “How do you know?” her shame surged, wishing she could crawl into a hole.

“He said so himself,” Aya explained with a forced smile.

Zhou Bin nodded and didn’t press further, seeming to accept the explanation. He rubbed his stomach. “I’m actually feeling a bit hungry. I’ll go downstairs and eat.”

Thus, the crisis passed in a farcical manner. As Zhou Bin’s figure disappeared, everyone let out a collective sigh of relief.

“You know, don’t you? Zhou Bin goes berserk when he sees his own corpse,” Su Man said, unexpectedly giving Aya a look of appreciation.

If it weren’t for this, she couldn’t imagine why Aya had intervened.

Aya’s expression indicated agreement; she wasn’t stupid. Zhou Bin’s behavior was clear to them all, but she didn’t answer, and her gaze toward Su Man suddenly grew cold.

“Don’t think that saving me once means you can gloss over Hu Kan’s death!”

Now that things were safe, Aya began settling scores.

Looking at the two people standing behind her, it was clear they were on her side.

“Su Man, you see how things are. We need more information. You saw Zhou Bin’s monster. If you’re still hiding something, everyone here will die!”

Others piped up in support of Aya.

“In that case, Aya, why don’t you start?” Su Man didn’t lose her temper, simply tossing the question back to Aya.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Aya’s attitude turned ugly in an instant.

“Should I remind you? For example, Xin Ling.”

It wasn’t that Su Man didn’t want to talk about Hu Kan. That matter could be dealt with easily. But her prepared script was useless after hearing the new task.

Because she realized that in all the stories she knew, Xin Ling and herself had no connection! Yet the task clearly stated there was a tie between them!

And perhaps Aya held the answer to that connection.

“You actually know Xin...?”

“Aya!!”

A shrill scream cut her off.

Unnoticed, the bathroom door behind them had opened. Hu Meili, wild-eyed and deranged, stood there like a vengeful ghost, a pair of scissors in her hand dripping blood onto the floor.

Aya’s face was still frozen in surprise, but blood started trickling from her lips.

She slowly lowered her head, her apricot dress now stained scarlet around the waist.

“Die! You locked me in there! You damned bitch! You harmed me! You harmed me, you all deserve to die! Deserve to die!” Hu Meili raved, stabbing Aya repeatedly with the scissors, each blow deadly.

Aya’s gaze moved to Su Man. Her mouth opened, but only blood spilled out, not a single word, and in the next second, she collapsed to the ground, lifeless, her face still bearing that bewildered expression.

Everything happened in a flash. Not only Aya, but even Su Man, who witnessed the entire scene, hadn’t time to stop it.

Hu Meili babbled madly, brandishing the scissors at the others.

This time, she didn’t succeed; the two men beside Aya reacted, charging forward in fury and subduing Hu Meili.

One nearly strangled her in anger, but the other stopped him.

In the end, they simply tied Hu Meili up and threw her into a bedroom, still clinging to a shred of legal restraint.

Now, only four people remained in the villa: Su Man, Hu Meili, and two men Su Man barely knew.

Under these circumstances, the two men suddenly found themselves in tacit agreement, seeking to assert control.

Their first target was naturally Su Man, whose mind was still clear.

They interrogated her about Hu Kan’s death, even preparing to coerce her, only to find her unexpectedly cooperative, revealing everything.

Of course, she omitted her own role in the matter.

Her account was so frightening that the two men lost their nerve, hastily warning her not to play tricks, then hurried away.

Su Man watched them head toward the room where Hu Meili was held.

Perhaps something would happen, but it had nothing to do with her.

Turning to look out the window, she saw the rain pouring even harder.

She didn’t return to her room; instead, she grabbed a raincoat and went outside. Earlier, she had noticed a glimmer of light in the fountain.

Passing by Hu Meili’s room, she could clearly hear faint sounds inside, the kind that made one blush and heart race.

Hu Meili’s broken voice echoed, saying things like “as long as you don’t call the police, I’ll do anything.”

Su Man didn’t linger. Besides Hu Meili, she didn’t know the identities of the two men; if they were players, they were remarkably relaxed to be thinking about such things in a crisis.

Aya was dead, and half the clues about Xin Ling were lost. As expected, the revival card was the most reliable option at a time like this.

Going downstairs, she accidentally bumped into Zhou Bin, who already had a revival card in hand. She wasn’t nervous at all, and even called out to him, pointing upstairs to Hu Meili’s room with utmost naturalness, “You’re here? I just heard them say they were looking for you.”