Chapter 285: What Are You Doing in My Newly Switched Room?!
Half an hour passed.
Amir was extremely tense, having packed all the personal items he had previously taken out back into his suitcase.
After organizing everything, he changed into the red football uniform he had paid a deposit for.
Then he sat on the bed, anxiously waiting for the front desk's call.
The waiting was agonizing.
Every minute and second felt unbearably slow, each minute seeming to stretch into a full hour.
Whether it was Amir's good luck or not,
the hotel front desk called in less than half an hour saying it was ready.
They told him to come down to the first floor to get his new room key and proceed to his new hotel room.
Amir was overjoyed. He began by putting all the items he had piled by the door back in their original positions.
Before removing the security chain and unlocking the deadbolt, he carefully checked outside through the peephole to ensure it was safe, only then did he actually undo both security measures.
But still not feeling completely secure, he immediately opened the door a crack wide enough to stick his head out and look around.
The entire corridor was empty and utterly silent.
Very safe.
He quickly returned to the room, pulling his suitcase with his left hand while holding the metal baseball bat in his right.
After opening the door and confirming safety once more,
he immediately burst out of the hotel room as if fleeing for his life.
He didn't even bother with the food and water he had gathered from the hotel room that would last him seven days.
Soon he reached the elevator.
Frantically pressing the down button, this action revealed just how excessively anxious Amir had become.
Yes, despite being fully armed now, Amir felt extremely unsafe inside.
The elevator quickly arrived at his floor, and the doors opened.
It was completely empty inside.
Amir took the elevator all the way down to the first floor, where he collected his new room key from the front desk.
Although his unusual attire attracted many curious glances at the front desk, he paid them no mind.
After getting the room key, he took the elevator back upstairs.
Arriving at room 5001.
This was his new room.
The moment he entered the new room and the door closed behind him,
Amir immediately collapsed onto the floor in exhaustion.
He thought to himself: "Finally, finally safe! I can finally relax!"
After lying on the cold floor for five minutes,
Amir got up.
After placing his suitcase properly, he found the air conditioning remote and turned on the AC.
Then, he stood directly under the AC vent, letting the air blow on him.
Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the refreshing sensation of cold air penetrating his skin.
While keeping his eyes closed, he murmured:
"Now I'm safe, but not completely secure yet. I still need to gather enough food and water for seven days. It's troublesome, but there's no other way. As for the supplies in the original room, I'll leave them for the staff! I'm never going back there again!"
Amir definitely wouldn't return;
he was genuinely afraid of encountering that white man with the beast-like gaze again.
There's a saying that fits perfectly: sometimes, what you think is safety is only your perception.
The hotel room Amir was currently in was still a single room.
The hotel's bathroom and toilet were separate.
One on the left, one on the right, positioned on either side just inside the door.
While Amir was enjoying the cool air from the AC near the balcony area,
he completely failed to notice.
A barefoot man emerging from the partially open bathroom.
This man was none other than the white man around 40 years old from before.
This white man was dressed exactly as before.
The only difference was that the black bag he had been carrying earlier was gone.
Instead, he now carried a quiver on his back filled with arrows tipped with steel arrowheads, while holding a military crossbow in his hands.
The white man's grip on the military crossbow was perfectly standard, clearly indicating professional training.
The black military crossbow in his hands even had a scope attached.
He now aimed with his right eye against the scope.
Targeting the left side of Amir's temple facing him.
Then, after aiming, with a whooshing sound, the arrow launched from the crossbow.
What happened next was a scene that felt utterly ridiculous.
Amir clearly hadn't noticed the white man's presence in his room.
But the moment the arrow was fired,
Amir, who had been enjoying the AC, suddenly opened his eyes, noticed his shoelaces were untied, and bent down to tie them.
Because of this, the arrow shot through the space where Amir's head had been just moments before.
The arrow directly pierced through one of the two glass doors.
Instantly, the sound of shattering glass startled Amir.
He turned to look at the large broken glass panel falling down and quickly retreated to the left.
By the time the glass crashed down, leaving a mess of shards on the floor, Amir still hadn't figured out why the glass had suddenly shattered.
Because the arrow had shot through the glass door and flown out from the balcony.
So he didn't know the glass broke because of that.
As for whether the flying arrow might hit innocent people, that wasn't the shooter's concern.
"Damn it, missed again!"
Seeing that his shot had missed, the white man standing outside the bathroom cursed aloud.
Why did he say "again"?
Because earlier today, when he shot at that Cherry Blossom Country person Hashimoto Kazuo, he had also missed.
Hashimoto Kazuo had also inexplicably ducked down and avoided it.
The sudden voice startled Amir.
He immediately looked toward the source of the sound.
When he saw there was suddenly another person in his room, and it was that white man, his face instantly turned ashen.
His dark skin actually appeared to pale in that moment.
"You, you, how are you here?!"
Amir panicked, grabbing the metal baseball bat from the bed, gripping it tightly with both hands while continuously backing away, his eyes filled with fear and vigilance as he stared at the white man.
He also noticed the quiver on the white man's back.
He even saw the white man taking an arrow from his back and loading it into his crossbow.
After missing that first shot, the white man didn't seem to intend to fire a second arrow immediately.
Instead, he quite kindly answered Amir's question: "I was hiding in the bathroom before you even entered this room."
"What?! That, that's impossible!"
Amir was completely incredulous.
"You were here before I entered the room? How did you get in? And how did you know I changed rooms, and that it would be this specific room?"
The white man said coldly: "Nothing's impossible. On this island, deranged criminals like me, deranged serial killers like us."
"Can access information about you lab rats who come to the island, and we can mobilize many of the island's resources to help us hunt you lab rats."
"This offers much better conditions than what I had back at Alice Apartment."
Yes, for these deranged criminals, these deranged serial killers on this island,
it's much more comfortable than simply being in Alice Apartment.
Because they can mobilize many resources to smoothly hunt the lab rats.
Therefore, the Special Live Stream is extremely unfair and brutally harsh for the lab rats.
Like this time, the white man could know in advance about Amir's room change request, and enter his room ahead of time to wait for him like waiting for a rabbit to bump into a tree.
This is a huge advantage.