Chapter 293 Maze Saint

Chapter 293 Maze Saint

In these thirteen or fourteen rooms, Isabella and her team found a total of eight bodies.

Each body showed different degrees of dehydration, all frozen in different struggling poses, looking especially tragic.

What was strange was that all eight bodies were wearing the same dark blue work uniforms as the previous two.

The deeper they went into the maze, the less dehydrated the bodies were, clearly meaning they had survived longer.

Perhaps because the air didn't circulate well in the maze and the humidity was high,

after the clothes got soaked with moisture, you could still clearly see the text printed on them.

Isabella leaned in for a closer look and saw clear white text printed on the chest area of the uniform—'Maze Specialist'.

"Maze Specialist?"

Sophie was stunned for a moment.

"Could these people all be experts brought in to solve this honeycomb maze? But they ended up trapped here and starved to death?"

Just then, in the live stream comments,

a prominent golden comment suddenly appeared, with the sender's ID specially marked by the platform as 'Maze Saint'.

This comment contained just one short sentence,

but it instantly dropped the entire live stream's atmosphere to freezing point: [Intruders will eventually become part of the maze.]

Perhaps seeing that no one was responding to him, 'Maze Saint' posted another comment.

[So there really were people who couldn't get out.]

His words were like a pebble dropped into boiling water,

instantly stirring up huge waves in the already lively live stream.

All the viewers' attention was firmly captured by this sudden revelation.

The comments that had been discussing the bodies were instantly drowned out by questions directed at him.

One viewer was first to fire off a series of questions, posting comments almost instantly.

[Who are you? How do you know these inside details? What else do you know? Speak up!]

Right after, she added another comment full of suspicion: [You're not the owner of this haunted house, are you? Otherwise how would you know about what happened back then!]

Facing the screen full of questions, 'Maze Saint' didn't continue commenting, but instead directly requested to connect to the live stream.

Seeing this, Sophie's eyes quickly met Isabella's. Seeing Isabella nod slightly, she clicked accept without hesitation.

The next second, a synthesized electronic voice processed by software, completely devoid of emotion,

came through the live stream equipment's speaker in the cold, empty maze. The echo kept bouncing off the narrow passages, sounding especially eerie.

The person with the username 'Maze Saint' said: "I'm not the owner. I was also someone who participated in this maze testing project back then. But I was lucky—I made it out in the end."

He paused, and the electronic voice seemed to carry a barely noticeable hesitation.

He continued,

"When I went through this honeycomb maze back then, I felt the design was too tricky.

Especially those mechanisms combined with horror elements—

for people who are timid or have a poor sense of direction, they were deadly obstacles.

I had a terrible suspicion even then—

maybe there really would be people who couldn't get out.

But at that time, I kept quiet for the money. I never imagined so many people would actually die here."

[Hey! You who knows the truth! Tell us clearly what happened back then!]

A viewer impatiently posted a comment, their tone full of urgency.

'Maze Saint's' electronic voice carried a hint of defensiveness: "We signed strict confidentiality agreements back then, we couldn't reveal any content about the testing to outsiders. This is so terrible! So many people really died!"

Before he could finish, he was drowned out by a screen full of condemning comments.

[People died and you're still talking about confidentiality agreements!]

One particularly eye-catching red comment read,

[Is your confidentiality agreement worth more than human life, dignity, and conscience?]

Right after, a viewer sent a threatening comment:

[Maze Saint, I'm a top-tier hacker. As long as you dare to speak, I can track your real address through the network. You don't want your personal information exposed all over the internet and getting doxxed, right? Tell us the truth now, or I'm calling the police!]

[Yes, yes! Support calling the police!]

More and more viewers joined the condemnation,

[Speaking the truth now isn't betraying anyone—it's the most basic conscience and moral baseline of being human! There are at least eight bodies in there now, every single one is a human life! You can't hide this anymore!]

The public opinion pressure in the live stream grew stronger. 'Maze Saint' was silent for a long time.

Finally came a clear sigh, carrying undisguisable heaviness.

He said: "Ms. Tudor, let me ask you—if I tell the truth, can you help the souls trapped here?"

Isabella was crouching on the ground examining a body. Hearing this, she slowly raised her head, frowning tightly, her eyes scrutinizing.

"First tell me everything you know, exactly as it happened, then I'll consider whether to help them."

She paused, her gaze sharp as a knife, as if it could penetrate the screen to see the person's true appearance. "Besides, I'm guessing

you didn't volunteer to connect just to help those souls.

You've probably encountered some things yourself that can't be explained by science, haven't you?"

He clearly paused, and you could hear 'Maze Saint's' hesitation.

After about ten seconds, he finally spoke with difficulty,

"Yes, I have been encountering many inexplicable things recently, unable to rest night after night.

I've asked many people for help with no results. It wasn't until I saw your live stream

that I felt you might have a way to help me."

Isabella didn't press further, but instead pulled out a special fluorescent pen from her backpack, along with a small notebook.

She first walked to the first body, crouched down, carefully avoiding the body's limbs, and drew a circle on the ground next to the body, marking it with "1", then briefly recorded the body's position and condition in her notebook.

Her movements were steady, her expression serious, each mark made with exceptional care, as if performing a sacred ritual. After she had marked all the bodies with serial numbers,

she stood up, dusted off her hands, and said to the live stream equipment,

"Go ahead, I promise you."

After receiving the promise, 'Maze Saint' slowly began to tell the long-buried story.

"About five years ago, I was someone obsessed with exploration and treasure hunting,

especially interested in studying various maze structures and primitive forest terrain.

After graduating from college, I simply turned my hobby into a career,

always doing work related to exploration and maze mapping."

"One day five years ago, Royal Peaks Manor posted an announcement in our maze enthusiast community,

saying they were holding a maze exploration testing event,

offering rewards to recruit explorers to experience their newly built maze haunted house."

His words took on a reminiscent quality.