Chapter Three: Please Kill Me

As dawn leaked around the curtains, three knocks sounded at the door. Zhiwei rose with the gun. Chenxing retreated into shadow. Jiming took the silver table knife. She opened the door. Zhou Lin stood outside, soaked to the skin. His chest was unmarked, but his face was paler than a corpse's. He looked from the gun to his own blood on the floor. “The first night,” he said. “It appears you failed to kill me.” “I changed my mind.” Zhiwei held the receipt before him. “For the next six nights, you are forbidden to die. And none of you are my multiple-choice question anymore.” Her calm voice silenced all three men. “From now on, we find the person who wrote the question.”