Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 468 Number of People in the Restaurant

Outside the restaurant.

The players, who were being chased by the elderly cleaning lady at breakneck speed, were practically on the verge of having smoke in their throats.

Although strictly speaking, they only ran for about twenty seconds.

Perhaps due to fear, or perhaps due to the pressure within the game instance, they always felt as if they had been running for a very, very long time.

"...What do we do? Where do we go?!"

"Damn it, wasn't the first floor supposed to be safe?!"

"I think someone doesn't want us to get on the elevator and deliberately spread the news to make us court death!"

"..."

The players, panting heavily from running, leaned on their knees and glanced back at the elderly cleaning lady who was still chasing them. The game system's countdown kept ringing in their ears, making their hearts pound in their throats with anxiety.

"Stop fucking arguing! Think about how to dump him first!"

"So where are we going?!"

"..."

The five players huddled together, their faces filled with despair as they looked at the tightly closed room around them.

They couldn't just open a door and run into a room right in front of the elderly cleaning lady.

Even burying one's head in the sand wouldn't be as blatant as this!

"...To the restaurant!"

Someone had a sudden inspiration and exclaimed, "Let's go to the restaurant! There shouldn't be anyone there tonight!"

"Okay, okay! Let's go to the restaurant!"

"It's definitely safe, right? It must be safe, right?!"

"Damn it, you're about to die and you're still asking people to confirm things?! Is your mother out of her mind? Who can answer that question? Who knows if the restaurant is definitely safe? Do you think we're all prophets?!"

"..."

The player who raised the question turned pale and silently disappeared into the crowd without saying a word.

No one noticed that the elderly cleaning lady, who was not far from them, changed her expression the moment they said they were going to a "restaurant".

For a moment, her kind and gentle face twisted into a hideous grimace, like a piece of rotten flesh that had been hammered, her features withered and decaying into a grotesque mess, and she coughed sharply.

"Cough cough cough cough—Don't go! Don't go to the restaurant! Cough cough cough cough! Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Don't go to the restaurant, don't go to the restaurant..."

The old cleaning lady's voice carried far down the empty corridor into the ears of the five people.

They shuddered at first, then, as if they had received the answer, everyone's eyes lit up.

"That's the correct answer! The restaurant is safe! The restaurant is definitely safe!"

"Great! Hahaha! The safe zone tonight is the restaurant! We're saved! We can survive another day!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and move forward! I want to get to the restaurant and find a place to hide!"

"..."

Accompanied by the self-comforting ramblings of some players, such words are becoming increasingly common.

So much so that when they reached the restaurant entrance, another player, who still had some doubts, also ran into the restaurant under the urging of the other four.

The rumbling of the wheels that had been chasing them stopped as the last player ran into the restaurant.

The elderly cleaning lady stood not far from the restaurant entrance, watching the hurried retreating figures of several "guests." Her grip on the cleaning cart handle tightened until her pale, age-spot-covered hands began to fester.

"...Can't stop it...can't stop it...can't stop it..."

The elderly cleaning lady seemed to be crying. She stared at the "guests" who didn't turn around, and a low, hoarse sob escaped her throat.

The old man's sobbing was exceptionally clear in the quiet corridor, like a vengeful spirit claiming a life in the dead of night.

"Drip drip!"

The walkie-talkie hanging on the edge of the cleaning vehicle suddenly went off.

The old cleaning lady's sobs suddenly stopped. She slowly took the walkie-talkie and pressed the answer button.

"...Crackling...Crackling..."

There was a series of static sounds, like a signal interruption, coming from the other end of the walkie-talkie before a man's gentle whisper came through.

"Aunt Lin."

The man chuckled softly, "It's useless..."

The elderly cleaning lady's hand holding the walkie-talkie was pale and weak. Her cloudy eyes stared at the intestines hanging from the ceiling of the corridor and the human brains swimming in the ceiling. Finally, she sighed helplessly.

"……you are right……"

The elderly cleaning lady said, "I...it was me...it was my fault..."

“…Crackling…Crackling…Aunt Lin…Crackling…Come back…Come to me…Crackling…”

The intercom kept ringing with the sound of disconnection. The old cleaning lady stayed quietly and listened until the last second of the countdown ended. Then she slowly looked up, and a tear of blood slowly welled up in her cloudy, cold eyes.

The elderly cleaning lady, whom the stranger called Aunt Lin, disappeared from the spot.

At the same time, in the corner of the left corridor near the restaurant, Mu Tangtang led Grandma Mu out of the shadows, gazing thoughtfully at the spot where Aunt Lin had disappeared.

"grandmother."

Mutangtang tugged at Grandma Mu's sleeve and whispered:

"So, who exactly is the man on the other end of the walkie-talkie?"

Grandma Mu looked down at her granddaughter's adorable face, and the smile on her lips deepened.

"Grandma is getting old."

Grandma Mu said, "Grandma's brain is already rusty."

Mu Tangtang pouted unhappily, "Grandma isn't old."

She rubbed against Grandma Mu before raising her head. "That man must be the manager of the Fuling Hotel... He hasn't shown up even once yet."

Mutangtang mumbled and took Grandma Mu's hand again, "Let's go, let's go, tonight we're going to have a lot of trouble running around... We also need to find a chance to see the manager. Oh, Grandma, we're so tired tonight, so tired that I might not grow any taller..."

"Tangtang is tall, Tangtang is very tall."

Grandma Mu gently ruffled her granddaughter's hair and said softly:

"Tangtang will definitely grow very, very tall in the future, even taller than Grandma."

Xylitol suddenly stopped talking.

Her big eyes looked at Grandma Mu in front of her, as if she saw another person through Grandma Mu. For a moment, an inexplicable sadness enveloped this young girl.

"……Um."

Mutangtang gently shook Grandma Mu's hand, saying, "Tangtang will definitely grow taller."

I will definitely, definitely, definitely grow taller.

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As the five players rushed into the restaurant one after another, He Lingling, who was hiding behind the curtains, sensed something was wrong.

Why did so many people suddenly rush into the restaurant at the same time?

The reason they previously claimed the restaurant was relatively safe was that there were only the two of them inside, which meant that even if monsters came looking for them, their numbers shouldn't be too large...

But now that so many people have come to the restaurant... their "fantasy" has been completely shattered.

Not to mention that the countdown is already over.