Chapter 485: Chapter 485: It’s Not a Basement

Chapter 485: It’s Not a Basement (Third Update)

“Everything I told you before was true… but I also lied.”

“I kept some things hidden. Things I wasn’t allowed to speak about—and some… things they warned me not to mention.”

“That’s right, it was them. There were two—one man and one woman.”

“Even if their bodies were wrapped in black cloth, a woman’s physique is different from a man’s—I could tell them apart.”

“I recognized two of the other nine.”

“One was Cao Fang and the other was Li Dongguo… it was knowing them that kept me alive until the end.”

“I did tell one lie… I wasn’t kidnapped; I was invited to join this game.”

“It’s just that when they came for me, I was doused with a sedative spray…”

“The reason I joined this survival game was because of the million-dollar prize!”

“But I never expected it to turn into a killing game.”

“I never imagined that only one person would survive this game!”

“In the game, every time someone died, they would show up and harvest the victim’s organs.”

“Heart, lungs, liver… I saw it with my own eyes. When he or she collected those organs, their eyes shone with greed and delight, as if admiring a priceless work of art…”

“As for that underground dungeon, it was rigged with surveillance—ten cameras in total.”

“During that period, we lived as if under constant observation, always feeling like someone was watching us.”

“I have no idea where that underground dungeon was… When I was taken in, I was unconscious; and when I left, I was still dazed…”

“But after I emerged as the sole survivor of the game, I never got that million-dollar prize.”

“They even warned me that aside from details of the game, I must not reveal anything else—or they would kill my parents.”

“I saw a pistol, a submachine gun, and three hand grenades…”

Shi Yanwan spoke while curling up on the bed, huddled like a trembling quail.

Her expression seemed on the brink of collapse, as if overwhelmed by despair…

“Take a break!”

Xiao Yu could feel the terror welling up in her soul from those memories.

These were severe signs of post-traumatic stress.

If we continued, Shi Yanwan would truly break down mentally!

“Huff, huff…”

Shi Yanwan panted heavily.

Her scarred face twitched continuously—a sight that was as terrifying as it was absurd.

After nearly half an hour, her frantic expression finally began to subside.

During that time, Xiao Yu analyzed all of Shi Yanwan’s words.

She had said a lot, but it all turned out to be useless…

Three points of inconsistency.

First, what about the bones of the nine victims?

Second, where exactly was that underground dungeon located?

Third, what was the purpose of those organizing this deadly game?

Hiding bodies within a city is no simple task.

Not to mention, finding out who the organizers were and their motives was impossible.

The only thing we could verify was…

“What do you remember about that underground dungeon?”

Seeing that Shi Yanwan had mostly recovered, Xiao Yu asked, “Besides the cameras, the space, the air vents, and the iron railings, was there anything unusual… oh, and how did you confirm it was an underground dungeon?”

“It was dark, damp, moldy, and silent… it just looked underground.”

Shi Yanwan tried hard to remember, then shook her head. “I couldn’t find anything else.”

“I remember you mentioned something.”

Xiao Yu asked, “Was there a restroom?”

“Yes.”

Shi Yanwan nodded. “There was a restroom—with squat toilets and running water.”

“A restroom… to avoid odor?” Xiao Yu asked, his expression odd.

“No,” Shi Yanwan shook her head.

“Let’s take a break.”

Xiao Yu comforted her for a few moments before leaving the ward with Wang Dong.

“You suspect something’s off about that basement?”

Wang Dong, you little genius.

He was the first to notice the change in Xiao Yu’s expression.

“Yes.”

Xiao Yu nodded.

“What’s wrong?” Wang Dong asked, frowning.

“That isn’t a basement.”

After a brief silence, Xiao Yu asserted it.

Wang Dong: …

Not a basement?

“Isn’t it strange for me to say that?”

Xiao Yu said calmly, “Remember, Shi Yanwan mentioned that the underground dungeon spanned over a hundred square meters, with ceilings exceeding three meters high. And the key detail—it had a squat toilet.”

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Wang Dong: ???

What does that even mean?

“Ordinary basements don’t have restrooms.”

Xiao Yu stared at Wang Dong like he was an idiot.

Wang Dong was dumbfounded.

“Even if there is a restroom, it would stink!”

That was precisely why Xiao Yu had asked Shi Yanwan whether the basement’s restroom would produce odors.

“Water always flows downhill; it never goes in reverse. Most basement constructors overlook sewage drainage—it’s a massive engineering challenge.”

Xiao Yu explained, “So even if sewage pipes are installed, they can’t connect to the outside. The land is too low—how can you make the wastewater drain out?”

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“Unless it’s a large facility, like a shopping mall, specifically designed to handle sewage drainage, then a basement might have a restroom.”

“Of course, there’s another possibility: if the dungeon is built on elevated ground with a slight incline for drainage… then can it really be called a basement?”

“In the end, I say it’s not a basement because that dungeon’s squat toilet had running water.”

“How many basements ever include a tap water supply in their design?”

“When sewage drainage is hard enough to manage, why introduce tap water? That’s just crazy!”

“If a water pipe were to burst, a basement would be done for in no time. It’s just common sense!”

Wang Dong stared at his little brother in disbelief, murmuring, “But Shi Yanwan did say that the dungeon was dark, damp, moldy, and quiet…”

“Ha!”

Xiao Yu sneered, “Does that automatically make it a basement? Consider an apartment building left vacant for a long time—with poor ventilation and plenty of space, it can become dark, damp, and moldy. And keeping it quiet is easy if you install soundproofing and lay cement all around. When you’re knocked out and then woken up here, how would you immediately distinguish whether you’re in a building or a basement?”

Wang Dong: …

He was completely at a loss.

In his mind, he wondered: Can someone really pull off such a trick?! Blimey.