Qian Jiangyue's fingers gently tapped on the table, his eyes staring blankly as he pondered deeply.
"I listened to a few recordings. Although everyone in the room would die, there was a time lag, and before they died, each of them sensed something was wrong. Let's listen again to a night with more deaths."
He put on the headphones again, moved the mouse with his right hand, and clicked on the night when six people died.
The sound of static electricity buzzed, followed swiftly by cheerful chatter, and then the clinking of glasses.
Qian Jiangyue looked at the details in the table. The room was 101, the resident was alone, a student, with six deaths in total. The other five were classmates, gathered to celebrate a birthday.
