Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 631 - 314: Capturing a Tai Mei Alive_2

Chapter 631: Chapter 314: Capturing a Tai Mei Alive_2

"Has rule pollution already started?"

Lin Baici frowned, worried about the safety of Hua Yue Yu and Kim Myungjin, but there was no point in panicking, as acting rashly could very well lead to fatal risks.

He came out and walked to the computer desk, facing the glass window covered completely with two pieces of newspaper taped onto it.

Lin Baici tore off a corner of the newspaper.

Outside, it was pitch-black, right in the middle of the night, with nothing visible.

"What is this place?"

Lin Baici checked the computer, plugged it in, and then pressed the power button.

The computer was slow, taking more than a minute to boot up.

The chair next to the desk had been deformed by sitting, and there were dozens of used tissue balls scattered around it.

Lin Baici furrowed his brow, reminded of his childhood friend Li Wei, whose room would turn into this state after a summer holiday.

The hard drive of this computer wouldn’t just contain works by teachers, would it?

Lin Baici kicked the chair away, hunched over with a greasy mouse in hand, and clicked on ’My Computer’.

The hard drive was fairly large, divided into six partitions.

Damn it!

It really was!

Lin Baici randomly clicked on a video; a familiar swimming pool came into view, followed by a teacher in a high-cut racing swimsuit.

Pretty pretty, looking a bit like Liang Mori!

If his childhood friend saw this, he would take a copy with him no matter what.

Hold on,

The actresses in here couldn’t all be nonexistent in real life, could they?

If that’s the case, couldn’t I make a fortune by removing the hard drive and selling it in Dongying?

What to do if I’m a bit tempted?

Money is a minor issue; this is a unique resource!

I wouldn’t have to worry about what birthday gift to buy for my childhood friend anymore; just give him ten times the small films every time, he’d definitely be satisfied.

Lin Baici clicked on a few more videos, glanced through them briefly to confirm they were all the same type, and then began checking the other partitions.

On the table, there was a palm-sized clock, currently at one in the early morning.

Lin Baici was browsing through folders, when suddenly there was a quiet ’pop’ sound—something had hit the glass window, causing Lin Baici to instinctively lean back!

[The food has delivered itself, let’s eat!]

"What is that ’something’ outside that’s so ready to eat?"

Lin Baici didn’t think the thing the Eater God called ’food’ was harmless just because it said so. He knew that in the eyes of the Eater God, even gods were delicious dinner, the type that it wished it could gobble up in one bite.

Pop!

The thing hit the glass window again.

Lin Baici, holding the Bronze Sword, lifted a corner of the newspaper. He did not stab through hastily because he did not know if breaking the window would cause trouble.

According to past experience, one should not act recklessly before understanding the rule pollution.

Lin Baici saw nothing, and out of caution, he put the newspaper back.

Thump thump! Thump thump!

Suddenly, there was a knocking on the door.

"Huh?"

Lin Baici’s brow twitched, and he immediately tiptoed, scampering over as lightly as a civet, without making a sound.

The knocking seemed to be about ten meters away.

It knocked four times, waited a few seconds, and then there were knocks again, but this time they were on a different room.

What’s this all about?

Is the Death God knocking on doors to collect corpses?

Thud thud! Thud thud!

The knocking was rhythmic, and it soon reached Lin Baici’s room; he held his breath, pressing his eye to the peephole.

Thud thud! Thud thud!

The knocking continued, but Lin Baici couldn’t see anyone.

The person was either too short or a child, or perhaps it was a ghost invisible to the human eye.

The situation was clearly not right; Lin Baici did not open the door recklessly but remained silent.

"According to the pattern just now, after four knocks and no response, ’it’ should have left."

Lin Baici waited patiently, but after the fourth knock, the knocking stubbornly continued, and the person on the other side was knocking harder now.

Thump thump! Thump thump!

The knocking had turned into a violent pounding.

"Shit, has it discovered me?"

Lin Baici hesitated for a moment, then began to slide his feet from side to side, his body swaying gently as he started to dance the zombie shuffle.

Bang...

The slapping sound began again, but after just one instance, it stopped abruptly. The person on the other side seemed to have been fooled by Lin Baici, who was feigning death with his zombie dance, thinking there was no one in the room, so they left.

Several seconds later, the knocking sound started up again in the distance. ’It’ was clearly targeting someone else, but whether it was successful, that was unknown.

Lin Baici returned to the computer, checking the contents of the hard drive to see if any valuable intelligence could be discovered, all the while keeping an ear on the knocking sound. After it had disappeared for a good half an hour, he could no longer sit still.

He had to go out and explore!

Click!

Lin Baici turned the lock, and as the door creaked on its hinges, he pushed open the door and poked his head out to take a look.

Outside was a two-meter-wide corridor with an energy-saving light bulb every ten meters or so, which is why the lighting was dim and pale.

The walls were mottled with peeling paint, a large amount of sinister graffiti, posters, footprints, and dark stains that looked like feces.

On the floor, garbage was scattered about, including used instant noodle boxes, a high heel shoe that belonged to no one in particular...

And by some of the doors, garbage bags were piled up, with flies buzzing annoyingly around them.

On both sides of the corridor, there was a room every five meters.

Lin Baici looked across to see a metal sign hanging on the door opposite, inscribed with the number 906—this was the room number. Therefore, following the usual architectural patterns, this should be the 9th floor.

Lin Baici walked over and raised his hand to knock on the door!

Thump thump!

"Is anyone there?"

Lin Baici asked softly. According to the information he had so far, it was highly likely for God Hunters to be found in the rooms.

No answer came back, which might mean that the person inside didn’t wish to respond.

Lin Baici took hold of the doorknob and gave it a twist.

Locked!

So Lin Baici moved on to the next room.

After knocking on three rooms in succession and finding each one the same, Lin Baici was getting annoyed and considered breaking in.

[If you do not have the key, forceful entry will result in an electric shock; at best, you’ll lose bladder control, at worst, you’ll suffocate to death!]

That was a close call!

Lin Baici took a deep breath, stopped knocking, and began testing the door handles one by one. When he got to the seventh room, the door opened.

Lin Baici entered.

The room was relatively clean, with a scent of perfume. On the single bed, there were a few pieces of women’s suits that had just been taken off.

"Gone to take a shower?"

Lin Baici murmured to himself, looking towards the bathroom, where the sound of a shower could be heard, "Is anyone there?"

No one answered.

Lin Baici walked over and tried the door; it was locked.

Was that the smell of blood?

Lin Baici lifted his foot and with a bang, kicked in the glass door.

A young woman in her twenties lay inside, her left wrist cut open. Blood, mixed with the cool water from the shower, flowed into the drain.

On a round clothes hanger hung two pairs of freshly washed black tights.

Was it suicide? Or death by contamination from the rules?

Lin Baici examined the body.

From the muscular strength and lines of the body, the deceased appeared to be a God Hunter, as it would take a considerable amount of time for a regular woman to attain such a physique.

There were no signs of struggle by the deceased; it seemed like a case of wrist-cutting suicide.

It was confirmed.

It surely was death caused by rule contamination; under normal circumstances, a God Hunter wouldn’t commit suicide.

Lin Baici carefully left the bathroom, eager to avoid triggering rule contamination. Just as he stepped one leg out the door, a butterfly knife stabbed towards his kidney from an angle, quick and precise, like a cobra king striking its prey.

Without a moment of hesitation, Lin Baici immediately activated Lighting Fast!

Whoosh!

Everything in Lin Baici’s eyes slowed down; he dodged and moved behind the person who had attacked him.

Uncle Nine had said that within God’s ruins, everyone is an enemy. Moreover, the attacker’s Bronze Sword was clearly of excellent quality. Therefore, Li Yintong had stealthily followed that handsome young man inside and laid an ambush.

He was quite handsome, a pity indeed. If he weren’t a God Hunter, she would have definitely chased after him to have a romance.

Li Yintong specialized in assassinations, and she had done it hundreds of times without ever failing. But today, she misstepped. Just as she was about to strike him, the young man suddenly vanished, and then a large hand gripped her hair and another grabbed her wrist, twisting it hard.

Bang!

Li Yintong was thrown to the ground.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, please spare me, brother!"

Li Yintong immediately begged for mercy, her voice whiny and childlike.