This is a good question; the absence of anyone going out also means that if someone does go out, others won’t know. Monsters have appeared in Apartment 13, and at this moment, the contestants need to avoid them. Unless there’s a special task requiring them to come out, they must stay hidden.
However, tasks often involve identities, and they are still in a survival variety show, making it impossible to disclose their true identities to one another. There’s always the chance someone might be on the opposing side.
Anwen’s question left everyone momentarily silent. Then, she added, “And besides the monsters, who else could be in conflict with him?”
As soon as those words left her mouth, not only Chen Sheng, who had stepped forward to check, but also Zhang Nan’s gaze turned towards Anwen. He recalled the reason Liang Xin was tied up here, which was supposedly due to being influenced by the monster in the script and attacking his companion. That companion was Anwen.
This was rather intriguing. However, Anwen didn’t seem to shy away from the implication. She straightforwardly asked, “Did you think of me? Do you suspect I might have staged this situation to steal?”
Zhang Nan, standing beside her, pulled at her sleeve and frowned, saying, “You don’t need to say that.”
Anwen was likely the youngest contestant in this script, appearing delicate and soft, not at all the type to venture out at night under the pressure of a monster just to kill her boyfriend, who “attempted to harm her.”
Her eyes were still a bit red, but her expression was remarkably calm: “You need tools to commit a crime, right? You can search my apartment anytime.”
Anwen added, “You can do it right now.”
“It’s not aimed at you,” Tang Zhen stepped in to mediate. He seemed quite good at this kind of situation, calming both Chen Sheng and Anwen with a few words: “If that’s the case, each of us becomes a suspect.”
Anwen agreed.
“Let’s do this,” Tang Zhen suggested, “We can check everyone’s apartments; this way, we can ensure everyone’s safety.”
This proposal wasn’t bad. Yan Chuan nodded, and everyone quickly agreed on which apartments to check. They weren’t planning to give the “murderer” any opportunity; as soon as they tidied up the crime scene, they began searching each other’s apartments.
Most of the pairs consisted of two people; however, Shan Qi and Tang Zhen naturally stood by Yan Chuan, claiming they would check his room. Yan Chuan had no objections.
They first went to Shan Qi’s apartment, which was much smaller than Yan Chuan’s. However, Shan Qi lived alone, so the space was still adequate.
“This way.” Shan Qi gestured generously, leading them into his sleeping room.
The space was small but surprisingly tidy, with neatly made blankets and sheets.
There wasn’t much to see; the furniture was minimal compared to Yan Chuan and his husband’s apartment. Yan Chuan only glanced around before wanting to leave. Staying too long in someone else’s room felt impolite, especially since some scattered clothing was left out in the open.
Moreover, from what Yan Chuan had gathered about Shan Qi’s personality, the more he talked to him, the more excited he became. It was like a very enthusiastic, overly friendly dog who didn’t understand the tone when its owner scolded it.
While Tang Zhen was busy checking inside, Shan Qi leaned over to Yan Chuan’s ear and said, “My family intended to cultivate my life skills from a young age. By the way, I can cook too.”
He seemed quite proud, a hint of smugness in his tone.
Yan Chuan: ?
What does that have to do with him?
[You’re a plumber trying to prove your competence in all areas, lacking situational awareness]
[Very competitive, adding one]
[Sensing a romantic vibe, ugh, even zombies don’t fall for that]
[Aren’t these life skills necessary? (resolutely) A qualified husband should take care of all aspects of his wife, laundry and cooking are essential, emotional support and financial stability must keep up, and there should be room for flexibility]
[You speak well, but Yan Bao’s real husband can also cook and clean; if you want to take the position, you need to work harder]
Yan Chuan was still preoccupied with Liang Xin’s death when Shan Qi’s nonsensical words left him speechless.
He frowned slightly and said, “Hmm, that’s nice.”
Not giving Shan Qi a chance to say something weird again, Yan Chuan pulled him towards the exit: “Let’s go outside.”
Just then, Tang Zhen came out of the room, causing Shan Qi to swallow his words and calmly say, “Okay.”
Next was Tang Zhen’s apartment.
Yan Chuan had been here before and was somewhat familiar with the setup.
In the past few days, Tang Zhen had already organized the manuscripts that had previously piled up in the corner, neatly stacked on a small table.
Yan Chuan also noticed a tin box on the table.
It looked somewhat old, with worn edges, suggesting it had been used for a long time.
Should he open it?
But this box seemed small and didn’t look like it could hold much of anything.
Yan Chuan hesitated and glanced at Tang Zhen.
“You can open it,” Tang Zhen smiled, “There are a few photos inside.”
He took the small box in his hand and was about to lift the lid.
In Tang Zhen’s hand, the tin box resembled a small toy, unrelated to last night’s events.
“No, thanks.” As the lid was about to be opened, Yan Chuan shook his head, stopping Tang Zhen’s motion.
Although they were supposed to be searching, Tang Zhen didn’t seem to have anything suspicious about him, and the small box wouldn’t conceal anything significant.
As for the photos, he thought, no matter what they are, they probably wouldn’t be interesting.
With that, Yan Chuan checked other areas: “Let’s go. My apartment is bigger; it might take a bit longer.”
The other contestants were still waiting for results.
[Ahhh, that scared me! Why does the psychopath want his wife to open the box?]
[Again, why can’t the contestants see the bullet comments in the live room? I want to give Yan Bao a heads-up with my thousands of points; there isn’t a single normal person in front of you!]