Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 645 will find a solution.

He Lingling turned around and saw Shi Yuan, who should have been standing on the exhibition stand, standing behind her, holding a pestle-shaped object with a somewhat sharp tip.

It looks like a prop, similar to a vajra (a type of pestle).

He Lingling belatedly realized that her forehead was a little sore.

She reached out and touched it; her palm felt sticky and damp.

is blood.

When Shi Yuan saw her touching her head, his heart finally settled down.

"You were just possessed by a nightmare."

Shi Yuan's gaze turned serious: "What did Wu Huimin say to you?"

"..." He Lingling's eyes became dazed for a moment, but Shi Yuan grabbed her arm tightly.

"...mutton soup..."

He Lingling looked at her in a daze, and the images of the waves and her head being eaten by a goat gradually faded from her mind, and she became completely awake.

"People who drink mutton soup...are more likely to be possessed by a nightmare!"

Shi Yuan's breath hitched. "Lamb soup? How is that possible?"

"It's mutton soup."

He Lingling's face turned frighteningly pale. "I can guarantee it 100%."

Shi Yuan stared at her eyes in astonishment, and when he saw He Lingling's pupils, which were wide open to the extreme, with only a tiny bit of white showing at the edge, he had no intention of refuting her.

How could it possibly be mutton soup...? If it really is mutton soup...

Shi Yuan felt a chill in her heart—thinking of the players and NPCs who drank the mutton soup last night, she felt her throat dry and sore.

"If it really is because of the mutton soup..." Shi Yuan lowered his eyes and said softly:

"Doesn't that mean we could all be possessed by a nightmare like you..."

"……Yes."

He Lingling's breathing became rapid. She supported herself on Shi Yuan's arm and tried to stand up straight. She frantically searched for the missing Wu Huimin—and then her eyes met those of Wu Huimin, who was bending over and playing the piano with Sun Qin above the exhibition stand.

"..."

Boom!

As a deep, resonant piano note faded, Wu Huimin on the display stand smiled gently at her, then lowered her head and continued playing the piano lightly.

"..."

He Lingling could hear her own heart pounding rapidly. She reluctantly looked away, trying her best to calm herself.

"There must be a solution..."

He Lingling said, "There can't be a dead end—"

"He Lingling!"

Shi Yuan's slightly frightened voice rang out. He Lingling looked up blankly and saw the other person's distorted expression as he subconsciously tried to shake off her hand but held back.

"...Sorry, I'm a little scared."

Shi Yuan's beautiful face was now twisted in a strange way. She forcefully stopped her leg from retreating and said:

“Your face and the top of your head,” Shi Yuan said with effort, “are starting to grow hair and horns.”

He Lingling was shocked and raised her hand to touch the top of her head—when she touched the sharp, horn-like objects on both sides of her head, her face turned ashen.

"sky……"

He Lingling muttered softly, somewhat incredulous: "I'm actually the first one to get infected—"

No.

He Lingling paused slightly, slightly terrified by the strange horns growing on her head. She thought of the players who were still in the first-floor cabin.

Didn't any of those players become possessed? They all drank the mutton soup.

The thought that other players might also be transformed into rams by the monsters, like herself, greatly reduced He Lingling's fear.

She let go and touched her cheek, which had been a little itchy since earlier, and sure enough, just as Shi Yuan had said, she touched a handful of soft, dense hair.

Should we be thankful there are no mirrors here?

He Lingling tried to find a bittersweet moment, then forced herself to sigh and say:

"It's alright. Since this has happened, there must be a solution."

She had just said the exact same thing—Shi Yuan could hear the tremor in He Lingling's voice when she said it.

She is afraid.

Everyone feels fear, especially in the special situation where they realize they seem to be being deliberately watched.

Shi Yuan's fear at the sudden sight of He Lingling with hair and horns vanished instantly. He stared at He Lingling, who was deep in thought about how to continue searching for clues, with a complicated expression for a long time.

"Let's look slowly."

Shi Yuan heard his own voice ring out, "Since there is such a plot as the pollution player turning into a goat, there must be a process involved."

Shi Yuan: "We should have plenty of time left."

He Lingling looked up at her in surprise, only to see Shi Yuan licking her dry lips, as if trying to persuade someone else, or perhaps trying to convince herself:

"It takes time for a player to become 'monster,' and it takes even longer to completely transform into a 'goat,' am I right?"

He Lingling was silent for a few seconds, then smiled: "Of course."

She raised her hand and touched the blood droplet between her eyebrows; her panic and fear subsided considerably.

"Thank you for what happened earlier, Shi Yuan."

Shi Yuan turned his head away from her and said softly, "I'm doing this for myself too."

The more people there are, the longer they can live... especially smart people like He Lingling. The longer she lives, the closer they can get to clearing the level.

"No matter what, you saved me once."

Although He Lingling knew she wouldn't die so quickly, the fear she felt just now—being trapped in a state of emptiness and nothingness—was very real.

He Lingling still gets chills just thinking about that feeling, and she frowned as she said:

"I'll bring you something after we get out."

Shi Yuan: "...Sending gifts is unnecessary."

“The kind of thing that’s really useful,” He Lingling explained, “the kind that you’ll definitely be able to use in game instances.”

Shi Yuan opened his mouth, "...Alright then."

She heard He Lingling seem to laugh, and she pursed her lips in annoyance.

What are you laughing at? You're practically turning into a sheep yourself, and you can still laugh?

Shi Yuan felt that he really didn't understand He Lingling.

What kind of personality allows someone to regain composure so quickly after realizing they're almost turning into a sheep?

If I could have calmed down as quickly as He Lingling in the Fuling Hotel—wouldn't Wang Xiaoling have survived...?

Shi Yuan felt a sharp pain in his heart, and his eyes were slightly red.

Having quickly composed herself and gathered the clues, He Lingling took a deep breath and calmly observed the "guests" around her who were still dancing and drinking. When she noticed something unusual about some of the "guests" in the corners, she paused for a few seconds.

—Those "guests" also showed some signs of sheep-like behavior, but very little, such as growing a patch of wool or a horn...

He Lingling felt a chill run down her spine, but her face remained pale, showing no fear.

Nothing will happen... He Lingling closed her eyes, thinking that everything would be fine once she found a solution.

He Lingling suddenly thought of Mr. Yao, who had "resurrected"—about asking Shi Yuan to go to his room tonight. Could this be a turning point?

Thinking of this, He Lingling immediately turned around to talk to Shi Yuan, but her gaze inadvertently fell on Xu Han and Yu Shijiu, who were waving at her from a corner not far away.