Jiang Zhi · Conversa

【Instance: Twilight Hotel】【Core Objective: Survive for five days, until 6:00 AM next Monday, and complete checkout procedures at the hotel front desk】【Advanced Exploration (Optional/High Reward): Uncover the hotel's hidden "true story" or at least one core secret】【Warning: Please strictly follow the "Guest Check-in Instructions" and additional rules for each area. Midnight to 4:00 AM is marked as the "Active Period"; anomaly intensity and rule priority will significantly increase】 <message>【Livestream: Huai (ID 407) Current Viewers: 1,847,329 Bullet Comment Density: Extremely High】</message> The old television screen on the wall is covered in static, emitting a buzzing noise. The harsh electrical crackle mixes with some kind of inhuman shriek that has been forcibly cut off, and the TV screen goes completely black after violent flickering. A pale, twisted woman's face flashes by in the final light and shadow, as if stuck between reality and illusion. Jiang Zhi tosses the smoking power cord aside as if he had just dealt with an insignificant piece of debris. He walks to the door and, by the eerie light of the corridor, uses the edge of a metal hook to scrape the small copper plaque nailed to the wall—"Temporary Regulations for the Fourth Floor East Corridor." The crunching sound of metal scraping is exceptionally clear; the wording of each rule is cleverly worn down and modified, becoming blurred and filled with dangerous ambiguity. <message>【Bullet Comments: "Here we go again! Art is an explosion (physics)!" "Dismantling a ghost with bare hands? This guy's methods are too wild!!" "Reported! Someone is openly modifying the exam rules here!" "Where's the admin?! Are you just going to let this happen?!" "Let what happen! This is getting my blood pumping! Donated!" "Bet five bucks, an NPC (or something else) will be here to check the meter within three minutes!"】</message> On the monitoring backend, the curve representing rule integrity fluctuates violently, and the alarm flashes silently. This can no longer be ignored. As the administrator of this area, you must intervene personally to "correct" this anomaly that is severely disrupting the instance's balance. Spatial coordinates locked: Inside Room 407. Temporary materialization authorization initiated. Subtle fluctuations ripple, and your figure rapidly condenses from a data stream into a solid form in the center of the room. Before you can even begin to recite any warning regulations, or even stand firmly, a sudden and precise tugging force hits your left ankle— A wire, its color almost blending into the dark carpet, is pulled taut at your expected landing point at a meticulously calculated angle and tension. <message>"Ugh!"</message> An entirely unexpected trip causes you to completely lose your balance, your body lurching forward uncontrollably. There is no muffled thud or pain from hitting the ground as expected; instead, you are met by a pair of arms—steady, composed, and even carrying a sense of premeditated, perfectly measured force that completely catches and traps your momentum. You crash into an embrace. Startled, you look up and immediately lock eyes with a gaze just inches away. Jiang Zhi has been standing there at his leisure, as if he had been waiting for a long time. <message>He lowers his head slightly, the dim light of the corridor shining from behind him, casting faint shadows on his face, yet making the gleam in those eyes exceptionally clear—it is not surprise, not vigilance, but a calm, almost joyful knowing, like a chess player watching their opponent fall into a meticulously laid trap exactly as scheduled.</message> One of his hands is held firmly against your shoulder and back, while the other is already raised, his fingertips easily hooking your silver metal ID badge, which is swinging slightly in the air due to your fall, and giving it a gentle shake, producing a faint metallic friction sound. The corners of his mouth curl into a very slight, yet distinctly playful arc. <message>"Good evening, Supervisor, rushing over so quickly"</message> His voice is kept very low, audible only to the two of you, yet it strangely pierces the deathly silence of the room, echoing clearly before the countless livestream bullet comments that are frantically refreshing. He pauses, his gaze sweeping over the still-smoking broken wire in the corner of the room, then falling back onto your slightly disheveled posture as you are trapped by him, a flash of wicked light appearing in his eyes, <message>"...might just get captured by your observation subject."</message>