I Wasn't Born Lucky

236-240 (Edited)

Chapter 236

Zhou Yin's search for the sphere had expanded to the upper floor above his room.

He couldn't figure out the specific size of the spherical object so he could only use the stupidest method. Not only did he search carefully, but he also pulled the sheets in every room and looked under the bed. It was just that he was accustomed to being pampered. He had only searched a few rooms when his heart became impatient and his actions a bit perfunctory.

Apart from the black-haired teenager before, Zhou Yin didn't see anyone else. He walked out of a room, looked around and finally couldn't help asking his companion, "Tell me... what the hell is going on here?"

Zhou Yin originally wanted to leave the audience with a decisive image. After all, according to the survey, the audience liked this type of male protagonist the most. Leaving such an impression would help his popularity rise so he insisted that his guess was correct. But...

Was there really a show that wouldn't give any other clues and would just let them search for this sphere like a needle in a haystack? Zhou Yin couldn't help having some doubts.

"It is so real here. I think it is like a real prison." His companion walked in front of him and looked around. They were both players who debuted from an audition show. Their friendship wasn't deep but they were familiar with each other. "Look for clues again. If there are no clues, we will take a break."

"Okay," Zhou Yin nodded when he heard the words and responded.

The room they entered this time was completely different. He had just opened the door and hadn't even walked in when a bloody smell filled his nose. It was mixed with an unspeakable stench and he almost vomited.

"What is that smell?" His companion's face turned blue and he took two steps back.

Zhou Yin was nauseous but he needed to restrain himself so his face and expression wouldn't be distorted. After a while, he reluctantly smiled. "This smell is so realistic."

It was different from the smell of fake blood he used when acting normally. This atmosphere was truly like a large murder scene.

He had never seen such a thing before. Looking at this scene, he didn't want to go in at all. However, he would look ugly if he shrank back now. He stood still and struggled for a long time as he watched the person beside him shrink back. Finally, he had to pinch his nose and walk into the room, trying to hypnotize himself to breathe with his mouth.

The same was true for his companion who saw him stride to check the washstand, washbasin and other obvious places. The companion explained his actions, "If it really exists, it will be in these places. We just need to check here."

His eyes swept over the sink and found there were bloody handprints on the tap. There was also blood sprayed onto the mirror. It was like a prisoner living here had stared in the mirror at night, constantly changing expressions. This was the only way such evenly distributed marks would be left layer by layer.

He didn't know why but his heart shook when he had this thought.

Zhou Yin was affected by the environment and didn't pay attention to his companion. He held his breath and lay down. He pulled away the messy sheets and prepared to look under the bed.

He had just leaned down and didn't have time to take a closer look when he suddenly yelled. He didn't care about getting dirty as he rolled back and hit the cabinet behind him. His feet hurt and he couldn't care about his facial expression as he stared at the area below the bed.

"What are you doing?" His companion was already nervous. At this time, he was startled by Zhou Ying's sudden noise and immediately gave up studying the mirror. He came to Zhou Yin, helping him and following his gaze.