Hei Shengzi opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopping.

He quickly realized that hidden beneath Li Ang's seemingly bizarre and pointless behavior was a meticulous logical reasoning process.

Mule and Bi Xian had both seen Li Ang go to the restroom, heard the sounds of flushing, and seen Li Ang walk out with wet hands and adjusting his pants.

However, that didn't necessarily confirm whether Li Ang had actually relieved himself in the restroom. Did the sound prove he'd taken a dump?

What if he hadn't?

What if he'd placed a turd on top of the toilet lid?

What if he'd put a chocolate resembling excrement in the toilet?

What if he'd used 0.01% feces and 99.99% chocolate to create an artistic sculpture of the Venus de Milo with a missing arm, and placed it in the toilet?

Some would see it as shit, some would see it as chocolate.

And some would see it as a supreme postmodern work of art.

A masterpiece that embodies Ang, the artist, Mr. Li's critique and deconstruction of the phenomenon of dehumanization in the process of modernization.

To call it simply "shit" would be a contempt for humanity, for human art, and even for human civilization.

So, how to define it?

This question could test whether Bi Xian had the ability to read minds, and Bi Xian's means of observing the outside world.

It could also test whether Bi Xian had a temper or self-awareness, and see if it would get angry at the insulting question.

Impressive.

Hei Shengzi nodded silently in his heart. As expected, players without limits were the strongest.

Mule, who was next to him, also understood Li Ang's meaning, took a deep breath, and asked again.

This time, Bi Xian was silent for even longer before slowly moving.

It first hovered over the "No" column for a while,

Then, as if doubting itself, slowly pointed to "Yes,"

Then moved out again, hovering back and forth between the "No" and "Unsure" areas,

Allowing Mule and Hei Shengzi, who were standing next to it, to fully appreciate its pain and entanglement.

In the end, Bi Xian still stopped at the "Yes" column, remaining motionless.

"..."

Mule turned her head to look at Li Ang. "What does this mean?"

"Well..."

Li Ang nodded. "It means that this Bi Xian is not limited to the pen itself. Its range of perception includes at least this room 0408.

Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that it has the ability to read minds."

After saying that, he ignored his confused companions and walked straight back to the restroom, fiddling around for a while.

He had just used a biological template and alchemy in the toilet,

To make a mixture of proteins, inorganic substances, fats, dietary fiber, digestive juices, and bacteria—that is, the main components of feces in the conventional sense.

And fixed this mixture on the ceiling of the restroom.

As time passed, the mixture fell from the ceiling, right in the center of the toilet, which caused Bi Xian to be so entangled.

Accompanied by the sound of the toilet flushing, Li Ang, who had quickly cleaned up the traces with alchemy, walked out of the restroom, ignored the wonderful expressions of his two companions, came to Bi Xian, and rubbed his chin as he began to think.

The note that Mule encountered tonight originally wanted her to play a paranormal game, and did not limit the theme of the game.

There are two possibilities.

First, there is only one abnormal existence in the room, and no matter what Mule chooses, it will participate.

Second, there are multiple abnormal existences in the room, but because Mule chose Bi Xian, it will participate.

Clarifying the answer to the question is of great significance to Li Ang and others in cracking the essence of the hotel.

"If it can sense the entire room, and has a certain memory and understanding..."

Li Ang groaned, and said slowly: "Ask it, has it ever lived in the Dolphin Hotel room 0408."

"Huh?"

Mule was stunned for a moment, and said hesitantly: "Aren't we not allowed to ask about Bi Xian's past lives? That would be regarded as violating the rules and would incur Bi Xian's revenge, right?"

"We're asking if it has lived in this room, not asking if it was a former tenant of this room. There is a difference between the two."

Li Ang smiled and said, "Even if Bi Xian doesn't follow the rules and regards this question as a foul, trying to attack, we have a way to counter it—

Judging from the previous test, its attack ability is limited to causing the summoner within a certain range to bleed all over,

This level of damage effect can be achieved by simply lengthening the arm."

It's just bleeding all over. Even if his head is moved, Li Ang can save him within a certain period of time.

Mule hesitated for a moment, but still asked as he said.

And Li Ang, took out two small knives from somewhere, held them in his hand, and made the blades rub and cut back and forth, making a sharp metallic scraping sound.

"In addition, although this Bi Xian has a high range of perception, its body should be limited to the range of the summoner's 'hand' and cannot leave at will,"

Li Ang smiled as he scraped the two knives, and looked at the pen, "You should be able to hear and understand what I'm saying, right?

I suggest you cooperate with us,

Otherwise, I'll throw this hand and pen into the toilet,

A little bit of shit, a little bit of piss, plus stinky tofu, fermented bean curd, lemon, Lao Gan Ma...

Finally, mix it up, and I guarantee you'll enjoy it after eating it."

As the saying goes, the bright lights are intoxicating, and Li Ang teaches you how to make delicious food.

Above the paper, the pen, which was starting to move slowly because of Mule's question, trembled inexplicably.

The night is still long.