The rule of closing one's eyes is invalid? Has the amusement park changed to S-level, and thus altered its operational rules? All witnesses gaze at the body of He Bo and the severed head within the fire demon’s arms, their faces grim. As the roller coaster comes to a stop, all six Realm Walkers simultaneously receive an audio cue: 【Next round begins in: 00:04:40】 "Round two starts in five minutes…" The Qing Tian Dang Shan seated at the last row observes the lifeless body of He Bo ahead, his expression tense. "If the rule of closing one’s eyes is no longer valid, then during the next round someone will die—we must urgently discover what this new rule entails. Do any of you have observations or insights?" The fire demon still carries traces of shock. After tossing out the head outside the vehicle, he turns sharply and shouts: "Who could possibly detect the rule if everyone remains blind throughout?" The man who feels guilty as a father frowns deeply: "If the rule of closing one’s eyes has changed, then we must reestablish it; otherwise, more people will die during the next two rounds." Xi Shi bites her fiery lips. "Since we decided to ride the roller coaster, I’ve been paying close attention throughout—yet I've found no valuable clues or information." With no clues or information, there is nothing but trial-and-error as a fallback strategy. But what of the cost of such a strategy? Qing Tian Dang Shan’s expression darkens: "How can an S-level Spirit Realm provide such clear and explicit guidance for passage? If it were that simple, then what makes it S-level?" Xie Lingxi ponders, then adds her own thought: "I apologize—I have been misled by the old guidebook. We missed a crucial opportunity to discover the rule." Her eyes glisten with a bundle of tears; her demeanor is delicate and deeply apologetic. Qing Tian Dang Shan quickly reassures: "It's all right, it’s all right. Now that we’ve discussed this, it won’t matter. The absence of information does not mean the absence of solutions—we must continue to discuss while we still have time." He pauses and continues: "If the rule of closing one’s eyes has indeed changed, then there are only two possibilities: first, the roller coaster's rule now results in one death per trip—He Bo is proof of this; or second, we have missed our opportunity for observation during the ride." Xi Shi's eyes brighten, as if he were seeing her anew. "Therefore, we must no longer keep our eyes closed." Zhang Yuanqing listens to the group’s conversation and allows his thoughts to drift far away… "First, let us eliminate any supernatural elements. Though my active skills have been sealed, as a Night Wandering Deity, I retain my perception of spiritual energies. If it were spirits from within the amusement park causing disturbances, I would surely sense them." "As it stands, the roller coaster remains three rounds long—this point has not changed. So why has the rule for closing one’s eyes shifted? Perhaps the killer is not a rule at all…" Zhang Yuanqing's heart stirs with realization—he sees a possibility now. Could it be that someone within our group—the malevolent agent—is carrying out killings? But how exactly does this individual manage to do so? At this moment, "The Man Who Feels Guilty as a Father" turns to the fire demon and asks suddenly: "Why didn’t you raise an alarm when He Bo died—only speaking after the vehicle stopped?" The fire demon raises his eyebrows. "What do you mean!" The middle-aged man maintains his simple, humble demeanor, calmly responding: "I was merely curious." The fire demon stares at him, shouting: "Of course I felt it—the head crashed directly into my arms! But could I speak up? Could I open my eyes? What if by raising a voice, I myself became the next casualty?" The man who feels guilty as a father falls silent. Zhang Yuanqing asks: "When did He Bo die—when exactly did the head fall into your arms?" The fire demon answers without hesitation: "During the second uphill climb." Zhang Yuanqing immediately turns to Xi Shi: "You were beside him, didn’t you sense any anomaly?" Xi Shi shakes her head. "I… I have a fear of heights—very afraid—and thus did not pay attention to what was happening around me…" Zhang Yuanqing frowns deeply. Given the seating arrangement, the most likely suspects are Xi Shi, the fire demon, and the man who feels guilty as a father. The Qing Tian Dang Shan, seated one position apart, can be effectively excluded—his body conditioned at the Elevated Stage level makes it unlikely he would loosen his seatbelt, pass through the shoulders of both the fire demon and the man who feels guilty as a father, and successfully strike He Bo in the second row. Not only would such an action likely be noticed by the two individuals, but simply due to the roller coaster's kinetic energy, he would surely have been thrown off course. Considering this, Zhang Yuanqing turns his gaze toward the petite young woman—given her height and arm span, she would need to loosen her seatbelt in order to turn around and strike someone. Thus, her likelihood is also limited. Next comes verification of whether or not the fire demon has lied—confirming that He Bo indeed died during that specific time period. While the second round has not yet begun, Zhang Yuanqing closes his eyes and mentally visualizes the outline of his father's face. If He Bo did not die during the high-speed descent phase of the roller coaster, then the moment of the murder must have been during the initial slow climb—when the roller coaster’s kinetic energy is minimal. At that time, Zhang Yuanqing will be able to capture auditory cues and thereby directly identify the murderer. As the father's facial outline gradually becomes clearer in his mind, Zhang Yuanqing feels a sharp "thump" in his chest—his thoughts surge with clarity—and begins to replay the scene frame by frame from the very beginning of entering the Spirit Realm. He carefully holds onto these mental images while patiently waiting. Eventually, as they board the roller coaster and it slowly starts moving, Zhang Yuanqing can no longer see any visual cues—since he has closed his eyes. Yet sound remains—his mind captures seven distinct heartbeats and breathing rhythms. Then comes Xi Shi’s short cry of surprise—the roller coaster plunges straight down in a line before surging toward the second hill—and at that very moment, one heartbeat disappears. "Ah! What is it?" Xie Lingxi gasps aloud, staring in astonishment at her companion whose nose now gushes blood. All other members cease their conversation and turn to look. "It’s fine—it’s fine!" Zhang Yuanqing waves his hands, wipes away the blood, and with a strong effort manages to suppress the pain in his head, smiling reassuringly. "I’ve always had this habit of nosebleeds—especially when I see beautiful women." Xie Lingxi blushes slightly at this. Xi Shi and the fire demon exchange skeptical glances; the man who feels guilty as a father only gives her a quick glance; while Qing Tian Dang Shan takes the opportunity to glance at Xie Lingxi’s face and Xi Shi’s chest. Zhang Yuanqing maintains his composed demeanor, yet begins to mutter under his breath internally. The circumstances of He Bo's death prove that the malevolent agent possesses a distinct method of killing—quietly removing a head without any visible movement—which is truly frightening. We must now find a way to stop him. One death per round—after three rounds, only four members remain in our group, and yet we still have at least one entertainment activity scheduled. How can we continue? By this point, the situation appears nearly inevitable. Even if the killer is not the malevolent agent but rather the roller coaster's rule itself—the outcome remains unchanged. Zhang Yuanqing grows increasingly anxious—his brow glistens with cold sweat. Each member bears suspicion—yes, including Xie Lingxi beside him and Qing Tian Dang Shan at the very end of the row. Zhang Yuanqing’s gaze sweeps over everyone. The contemplative Xi Shi, the uneasy Xi Shi, the silent middle-aged man, the visibly anxious Qing Tian Dang Shan, and the restless fire demon. For a moment, he feels that every single person is acting—each one concealing something. This crisis within the instance is not merely about the amusement park facilities—it extends deep into the internal dynamics of the Realm Walkers. Yuan Shi Tian Zun mutters under his breath. At the same time, another question arises in Zhang Yuanqing’s mind: Why was it He Bo who died? Is the malevolent agent selecting victims randomly—or is there a deeper reason behind this choice? Suppose I am a werewolf with one opportunity to kill at random—whom would I choose to eliminate? With this thought, Zhang Yuanqing now has his answer. I would select the most intelligent person in the group! "Then the next casualty will be me…" Zhang Yuanqing's scalp tingles.