Chapter 195

Eve’s POV

"Logical relationship..."

In any case, this superpower called "Echo" was almost beyond my comprehension.

In this strange place, there were not only people like gods, but also lunatics all over the streets. Not to mention that many contestants got slaughtered at will here, but now they could even obtain superpowers...

If this weren't a dream, who would believe it?

"Eve..." Clara looked at my injuries, her expression very worried. "You didn't deceive Amy just now. What should we do next?"

"Deception?" I covered my wound and shook my head. "I'm not lying. I'm really going to give up."

"Huh?" The two of them were truly stunned. "Are you really going to give up?"

"Yes." My eyes were like a stagnant pool. "There's such a big hole in my body. It's impossible for me to continue participating in the game."

Clara and Lila never expected that I would give up so decisively. For a moment, they didn't know what to do.

"Don't lose heart. I can also do some bandaging." Lila said. "Let's find a place to stop the bleeding for you first. There are still many days left. It's a bit too early to say give up."

"Stop the bleeding..." I raised my head and looked at the sky. This day had passed particularly long, and it was only evening now.

"Yeah, Eve..." Clara also chimed in. "You have a better chance than all of us to collect three thousand six hundred Holy Grails. If you give up, we really don't know what to do."

"Right?" I sighed. "I'll find a place to rest first."

We walked along the street and found a run-down massage parlor to stay at.

According to Clara's idea, the massage parlor had separate compartments and beds, which at least allowed me to recuperate well.

This massage parlor, like other buildings, was almost completely run-down inside. Fortunately, some curtains could still be found.

Lila tore the curtain into thin strips and was getting ready for bandaging.

Clara also tidied up a clean single sofa. They helped me onto it and then took off my jacket.

My jacket was completely soaked through with blood. It felt very heavy in my hand. As soon as I twisted it slightly, the blood water inside would drip down in a rush.

At this moment, they finally understood that, just as I myself said, my injuries not only prevented me from continuing to play the game but also required all my strength even when standing.

The bald man had turned the blade when he thrust the knife into my shoulder.

This action worsened the injury that should have been an incision, not only completely tearing the skin and flesh on the body surface, but also potentially damaging the muscle tissues inside.

"We can't suture the wound anymore..." Lila said. "Just bear with it for a moment. I'll bandage it for you."

"Just bandaging is of no use." I took out the old metal lighter from my pocket. "Find a dry piece of wood and light it. It can stop my bleeding."

"This..." Lila took the lighter with some difficulty. "It might hurt a lot..."

"It's okay..." I was just about to say something when suddenly I heard a slight noise not far away.

That sound was as if something was rhythmically crashing against the wall.

"What's wrong?"

"Shh!" I silenced the two of them and listened carefully. "There seems to be someone in this building."

"Is there anyone?" The two quickly silenced their voices and listened carefully. There was indeed something making noise inside the room.

"Maybe it's the locals..." I slowly stood up. "I don't know if there will be any danger. Let's change places."

"No, your injury doesn't allow you to walk around anymore. I'll go and have a look." Clara said. "We've been here for so long. If there were any danger, we would have died long ago."

"No..." I was just about to reach out and stop Clara, but she always acted with great efficiency. With just one swift step, she rushed out. Seeing this, I could only turn around and call Lila. "Stop her quickly. There's no need to take the risk."

Lila nodded and hurriedly followed. I managed to stand up and followed.

But this massage parlor wasn't large to begin with. There were only four compartments on both sides of the corridor. Clara found the room that made the noise in just a few seconds.

She thought for a moment and reached out to knock on the door.

"Clara!" Lila whispered anxiously. "Be careful of the 'locals'!"

"The locals shouldn't harm us." Seeing that no one responded, Clara reached out and pushed the door open.

Just as they pushed open the door, a foul smell wafted out, forcing both of them to take a step back.

Inside the room, a skeletal man was facing away from the door, massaging the back of the "guest" on the bed.

After I saw the scene before me clearly, I gasped in shock.

Yes, "locals" didn't hurt anyone.

However, the behavior of the locals always sent chills down one's spine.

The "guest" lying on the bed was actually a mummy, but the thin man crossed his hands and kept pressing on the mummy's back.

It seemed he'd been pressing for a long time. The entire back of the mummy had been flattened, and the stinking liquid had splashed all over the bed.

"Guest... is the pressure okay... Guest... is the pressure okay..."

The thin man asked listlessly while pressing down forcefully.

His hand hit the bed board through the mummy, making a "thump, thump" sound.

We stood there motionless for a long time.

I walked slowly over, reached out my hand from behind the two of them and closed the door.

"Don't be influenced."

With that, I found a relatively clean cubicle and walked in, sitting on the bed. "Let's go find a piece of wood."

Lila came to her senses and realized that stopping my bleeding was the top priority now. So she hurriedly turned around and went to look for dry wood.

On this side, Clara looked at the room just now, lost in thought. A few seconds later, she asked, "Eve, you said these people... so they are all the same as us?"

I didn't answer. Instead, I said to Clara, "Lawyer, don't be so impulsive in the future. What if the room wasn't filled with locals but with a group of outlaws like the bald ones before?"

Clara slowly lowered her head and replied, "I'm a bit 'concerned and confused.' If you can't rest here, your injury will get worse."

"Concerned and confused?" I felt a little embarrassed. I thought for a while and said to Clara, "Lawyer, you should know that I saved you from that huge microwave because only by doing so could I win the game. This doesn't mean I have any special care for you."

"I know..." Clara nodded. "Maybe it's because of Officer Murphy. Such a good person died right in front of me... I'm worried that you will become like that too."

"Such a good person...?" I fell silent.

I recalled the story that Murphy told me on his deathbed.

Could Murphy really be regarded as a "good person"?