Revenge After Death

Those mice appeared reluctant to venture into different areas. Only after Rachel escaped did the mice peek out from the gap.

The room's wall abruptly shifted again, completely blocking the path we came from. The confined area became saturated with the unmistakable scent of blood.

Steven was undoubtedly exhausted. After an entire day and night of relentless killing, he simply couldn't hold on any longer.

"Stephie..." I approached him, and he glanced up at me.

I remained silent and simply rubbed his head. His body seemed to tense up. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his gaze at me grew increasingly intense.

"Take a rest. I'll be right by your side for the remaining journey," I assured softly. I then turned around and glanced at the surroundings of the room.

Steven stood up, steadying himself. He slowly walked to the wall. "I utilized the wall-tracing technique to carefully follow the edge of the solid wall all the way ahead. There are a total of 187 small rooms on the entire floor. The central position serves as the exit. Our current location is due north."

I agreed with him and sketched the entire maze's floor plan on the wall using blood. In the last room with the mice, there was a floor plan of the maze. It felt like I had memorized it just by looking at it.

I pointed due north. "We're here now. The maze undergoes automatic changes every ten minutes, maintaining the same overall structure. But the path to our exit is often subject to random variations.

"So, we can't simply wait for the maze to change on its own. We must proactively search for the mechanism that unlocks the specific wall we require."

shortest straight line between the two points. To reach it, we'd need

looked at me in shock. It took her a while to react, and then she asked in a low voice, "Stephie... did you memorize the floor plan of

without

breath and asked once more, "We don't have watches. Why are you so certain that

heart rate is 68 beats per minute. From the first time the wall automatically moved to the second time, my heart

stood there in silence. "Indeed... The mechanism automatically activates every ten minutes in a clockwise direction." Steven's voice came out hoarse. He relied on automatic activation to

was dark with

was measured by the rhythm of heartbeats. How could we possibly

spot a glimmer of light emerging with the sunrise, transitioning

many days and nights have you been awake?" I inquired, furrowing

He said with a hint of nervousness, "I'm

some sleep," I comforted

gently tugged at my clothes.

certain that I was worried about him. He asked, "Are you concerned about

I replied firmly.

understand why, but I started feeling emotionally numb. Yet, I also experienced every

gaze intensifying as he looked at me. "Do you truly