I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

In the dim corridor, Qin Nuo held a mop, cleaning the dirty, waxy floor.

He soaked the mop head in the bucket, the cotton strands spreading out like submerged hair, the filth dispersing in the water.

Qin Nuo stared into the bucket, lost in thought for a moment: "This mop is heavier than I imagined. Am I holding an ordinary mop, or a human mop?"

Quickly, Qin Nuo shook his head.

What it is doesn't matter; what matters is what I believe it to be, and that's enough.

Qin Nuo moved between the shelves, taking advantage of his free time to observe the store's layout.

The building had a two-story structure. The first floor was a large shelf mall layout, selling daily necessities, while the second floor sold fresh meat and unknown cooked foods, with the sound of chopping meat occasionally drifting down.

At the back of the store, there was a corridor interspersed, with an office-like setup on the side.

Qin Nuo silently noted what he observed, helped two customers find the items they needed, and was about to sit down for a short rest when a commotion arose not far away.