"Check the attributes."
Wen Xishu wasn’t in a hurry; he directly summoned the mirror.
The guide from the Three Towers had mentioned that after completing registration, one could summon this mirror anytime inside the Three Towers.
This is a mirror that only players can view. Only players can see it. The mirror displays the player’s attributes and can also be used as a regular mirror.
15th floor, 16th floor, 17th floor, 18th floor...
The elevator finally started moving at a normal speed. The "staff member" who wanted to turn around was finally unable to move.
When the elevator doors opened, finally reaching the 49th floor...
Wen Xishu did not turn but instead stared at the mirror and the "staff member," walking backwards out of the elevator.
Only after the elevator doors closed did Wen Xishu let out a sigh of relief.
"A narrow escape."
"It’s a pity; I don’t know what it would be like to take the elevator during the day on the first day. Would the same thing happen during the ascent? Or is it that the first day wouldn’t be so strange, just leaving some subtly terrifying places like when visiting the neighbors."
"Without a control variable... I can’t determine, but I can sense that this building has some illogical points, slowly making people feel psychological terror."
"And once you fall into the emotion of fear, you establish a connection with the eerie. It’s a vicious cycle. Once the connection is established, it could trigger more terrifying experiences, and the connection would deepen, repeating this way..."
Wen Xishu speculated about this building’s possibilities because, for now, he still couldn’t find out how those seven households would die.
Wen Xishu was walking along the 49th-floor corridor. After a short while, he heard footsteps and knocking.
"Hehehe, hahaha, mommy, is it okay for me to do this?"
"Of course, it’s okay. As long as you like it."
The child’s voice and the woman’s voice came. Wen Xishu followed the sound to the left side of the corridor and saw the owners of the voices.
It was a mother and her child. The woman was in her early thirties, and the child looked about six or seven. The corridor lights were still on, but the other residents were indeed already asleep.
Yet the child was doing the typical mischievous kid thing. He ran back and forth in the hallway, laughing piercingly, occasionally knocking on doors and then hiding.
With a probing glance, he looked at his mother.
The woman just watched her child with a rather indulgent look:
"It’s okay. You can do whatever you want."
"Mommy, won’t this make me seem very rude? You used to not allow me to act like this. You always praised other people’s children but were strict with me."
"How could that be, my darling. In the past, mommy was not sensible. Now, mommy feels very happy in life."
The two did not see Wen Xishu because he was standing at the end of the corridor. Miracle Mansion is a pillar-shaped building, with each floor forming a circle of seven segments of corridors.
Upon discovering the two, Wen Xishu immediately hid at the corner of the corridor, quietly listening.
"Mommy, I, I need to pee."
"Let’s go back, my darling."
"Mommy, can I pee in the corridor?"
"Of course, my darling, you are amazing! You are a little genius."
A mischievous child and a doting mother?
The child’s behavior was incredibly reckless. How could this mother not be angry at all?
"Forget it, mommy, it’s wrong to do this. You used to teach me that I must go to the bathroom. Let’s go back. I’ll use the toilet. Mommy, can you carry me back?"
"Of course, of course. I love holding you."
"Mommy, why have you become so nice?"
"Because mommy loves you. Even if you do something wrong, it doesn’t matter. Mommy will forgive you."
A little past midnight, the corridor was filled with the sound of the woman’s high heels. The entire floor was quiet.
Wen Xishu frowned.
In fact, the conversation just now had already been somewhat eerie.
A six or seven-year-old child, not sleeping at this hour, making noise in such a quiet corridor, even knocking on other people’s doors...
But no one opened the door, and his mother did not stop him at all.
No matter what he did, his mother did not get angry.
It was somewhat like the always happy, facing everything with joy comedian that Ah Miao had mentioned, but something felt off.
Wen Xishu pondered for a moment and caught some clues:
"No, this isn’t happiness and joy... This is indulgence."
"I get it. Some mental attributes of these few households have been excessively amplified."