After saying that, Wen Xishu turned over and fell into a deep sleep.
Mariko sat on the bed, her eyes gradually filling with resentment, but then slowly becoming filled with a deep grievance.
...
...
Wen Xishu had another dream.
This time, he was once again standing with the police, arriving at the sculpture.
This time, Wen Xishu spoke first:
"I also want to open the door, but the others still haven’t shown up."
In fact, Wen Xishu had encountered both the homeless man and the delivery guy before, but both were fakes. The delivery guy could not even blend in; it was obvious he wasn’t a real delivery guy.
The police said:
"The long night is dragging on, just be patient. Some special guests only appear after the number of ordinary guests has decreased."
Wen Xishu truly understood this time.
Ordinary guests were those to be accommodated in another room. Special guests were those to be accommodated in his own room.
There were so many ordinary guests that too many monsters were knocking on his door. Since there were only so many visitors in one night, the later special guests never had the chance to appear.
But as the other room continuously accommodated ordinary guests... it seemed the chances of encountering special guests in his own room were increasing.
"Is the owner of that room okay?"
"He received your thanks. You were the first to recognize him. He hadn’t been recognized for a long time. Everyone on this island hates him for bringing misfortune. Your appreciation gave him a bit of strength," the police said.
Wen Xishu didn’t expect that his gamble had paid off.
The Mage.
He was almost certain... the owner of that room was the Mage.
Wherever the Mage went, misfortune followed.
But in the end, the Mage chose to protect Rokkasho.
So in the eyes of real humans... the owner of the house was a monster. Because they also hated the Mage; they believed the Mage was a monster.
Wen Xishu didn’t know why he would tell the Mage, "I understand you, I will cooperate with you."
Perhaps in that moment, he felt this Mage had made the same choice as he had.
"This time... do you have anything to give me, or any message to deliver?"
The police said:
"If you truly understand him, if you can successfully wake up on the third night, and if your room only ever contains them... then he wants to invite you to the world of the past."
The invitation.
Wen Xishu understood.
He had already survived two nights; once he woke up from the next dream, it would be the third night.
Based on what he had done so far, waking up shouldn’t be a problem.
Wen Xishu thought about it; getting this invitation was actually quite difficult... First, surviving until the third night was hard by itself. Discovering the rules, carefully selecting the occupants, and using the rules to restrain each other. Finally... making the right choice to let the real human leave. And... successfully expressing understanding and support for the owner of the other room.
All of this, any mistake in between would make it impossible.
"Thank you. I think I would like to take this opportunity to change some disasters."
...
...
He woke up.
Wen Xishu opened his eyes; it was 7:01 p.m. again.
This was the third night of Wen Xishu’s Rokkasho night.
During the day, Takahashi Fumihiko had actually tried to betray him, planning to kill Wen Xishu while he slept.
But Sanshin Hanso constantly held him back.
This Niu Lang was incredibly strong, making Takahashi Fumihiko doubt whether he could kill Sanshin Hanzo without alerting Wen Xishu.
In the end, under Sanshin Hanzo’s restraint, Takahashi Fumihiko’s plan failed.
He was infuriated, glaring at Sanshin Hanzo with bloodshot eyes.
Wen Xishu couldn’t be bothered with the three of them.
When Mariko looked at him with a look of deep grievance and desire, he couldn’t even be bothered to explain this time. Instead, he made a gesture more intimate than a head rub or hug — a kiss on the cheek:
"Good boy, wait for me during the day, definitely during the day, definitely."
Wen Xishu didn’t forget the rules, which required increasing intimacy. Mariko had originally intended to go all the way in one step. The rhythm was disrupted.
Now, Wen Xishu had regained control of the rhythm.
As soon as Wen Xishu woke up, there was a knock on the door outside the room.
The police had arrived.
Wen Xishu recognized him; this was that police officer.
"But considering... the intensity of mental invasion on the third night will be greater, I cannot easily trust anything in front of me."
Fortunately, Wen Xishu didn’t need to open the door this time.
The police just said to Wen Xishu:
"There is a letter for you, from... your friend."
"I’ll slip the letter through the crack in the door; you don’t need to open it."
Without a doubt, this was the real police officer.
Wen Xishu said:
"Am I weak now? Can I apply for supplementary bullets?"
The police shook his head:
"You are still not weak. You don’t meet the criteria."
"What are the criteria?" Wen Xishu was very curious.
The police said, "When you figure it out, the TV will tell you."
Crazy.
If I’ve guessed it, why would I need the TV to tell me?
Wen Xishu was speechless. But the police had already turned and left.
At the same time, a letter appeared at Wen Xishu’s feet.
It was no surprise that this letter was the invitation.
At the moment he received the invitation, Wen Xishu let out a long sigh of relief.
"Thank God, I finally... finally made it to this moment."
Yes, this process of obtaining the invitation was definitely the most intense Wen Xishu had ever experienced.
Although he had just woken up, he felt unusually exhausted. After getting the invitation, he felt the same post-race muscle soreness.