"You three, come over and move these things," Old Wang reappeared, directing them to work.

Qin Nan’s face turned pale.

This wasn’t just moving props; it was practically a death sentence!

The expressions of the other two players were equally grim, and none of them moved. Seeing this, Old Wang frowned, his tone turning harsh. “What are you dawdling for? Do you want to die?”

The word "die" struck a chord with Qin Nan.

Jian Fan had warned him that not following NPC instructions could lead to immediate elimination. Moving props could lead to death, and not moving could also lead to death. It was a fifty-fifty choice, and given his lack of information, survival was a gamble.

Qin Nan glanced at the other two players.

Their mental state wasn’t much better than his, but they didn’t have much time to waste. If they stood idle for too long, they would be assumed to be rejecting the NPC’s orders, which could also lead to elimination.

The taller of the two made a decision first.

He gritted his teeth and stepped aside to start moving props. Once he moved, the other player followed suit. Qin Nan decided to join in, reasoning that if all three of them were moving props, he still had a two-thirds chance of surviving.

Seeing them start to work, Old Wang smiled in satisfaction and turned to leave.

Time continued to tick away.

Qin Nan’s mind raced as he pondered the clues related to the heart attack. While he tried to think of the answer, he also had to pay attention to every detail while moving props, avoiding any actions that could trigger the death setting.

Fortunately, death seemed to have temporarily spared him.

At that moment, Jian Fan was in the dressing room, facing a row of costumes. He needed to choose one, just like the other two players.

As an experienced player, he understood the game rules better. When choices needed to be made, it often meant he was getting closer to death.

He had told Qin Nan that this world was challenging, and that was the truth.

According to the game rules, only triggering the death setting would lead to elimination. In simpler worlds, they could avoid death if they were careful, but this world was different. The script provided death forecasts, meaning they had to follow the script’s timeline and methods of death, one by one. All they could do was try to survive, becoming the last few players to die before the time of their demise arrived.

The game’s design also meant they could never form a complete team. They needed to work together to find a way out, but at the same time, they were also each other’s enemies.

To survive, someone else had to die.

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Death hung over them like a sword, always threatening to fall, and they had to be wary of other players stabbing them in the back.

With no information, it was a choice entirely based on luck.

Jian Fan smirked slightly, picked a costume, and then turned to enter the changing room.

Qin Nan continued moving props.

He felt anxious; the third victim hadn’t appeared yet, and the metaphorical sword hanging over him constantly tormented his nerves. He didn’t even have a partner to communicate with.

Then, the situation changed in an instant.

Just as Qin Nan put down a prop and turned around, he suddenly heard a thud. The first player to make a choice had just lifted a prop box when he suddenly turned pale and collapsed backward, dropping the box.

The box fell open, spilling its contents everywhere.

Inside were various decorative items, and Qin Nan’s gaze instinctively fell on the fallen props. When he saw them, he froze, suddenly understanding what the heart attack was linked to.

Among the spilled items was a heart-shaped lamp.

Seeing this, Qin Nan couldn’t help but curse. This was all a matter of luck—who would check the contents of a prop box before moving it? How could anyone possibly identify that this heart-shaped lamp would be the key to triggering death? It was utterly chaotic!

Qin Nan seethed with frustration but had no outlet. This was the rule; he had no choice but to comply.

Old Wang reappeared, instructing everyone to clean up the scene.

Qin Nan didn’t move.

He even thought in a moment of despair that being eliminated might be better; dying would be a relief. Surviving meant constantly living in fear, and at this rate, if the game didn’t eliminate him, he would go insane.

This thought grew stronger in his mind. Qin Nan didn’t help clean up; instead, he walked to the break area, sat down, and resigned himself to fate.

Other players and NPCs busied themselves with the cleanup.

The scene was quickly tidied up.

“Units, prepare!” a voice rang out on set. Qin Nan’s gaze followed the sound to the director.

The director was focused on the monitor, holding a walkie-talkie.

Qin Nan’s eyes moved to the side.

A cameraman was setting up a camera, and Qin Nan followed the direction the camera was pointing.

After changing, Jian Fan was called aside by an NPC. When the third victim appeared, he was already suspended on a wire at the NPC’s request.

The sight of the wire reminded Jian Fan of Qin Nan’s earlier mention of a high-altitude fall.

This was another death forecast, and unfortunately, it seemed he was the next victim. Even so, Jian Fan remained calm. The closer he got to death, the calmer he became, and his mind became more active.

All the information about this world flashed rapidly in his mind, and he missed no details, especially focusing on what Qin Nan had seen and heard before crossing over.

What important information was hidden behind those things he had seen?

Not only Jian Fan thought about the death forecast; when Qin Nan saw Jian Fan being hoisted high on the wire, he suddenly jumped up from his chair. He realized that the high-altitude fall was likely Jian Fan’s method of death.

Qin Nan had just begun to feel at ease, thinking that the third victim had already appeared. But now, he faced the fourth victim, someone who had recently become his partner. He couldn’t remain calm.

What could he do to prevent Jian Fan’s death? Once Jian Fan died, he would be left to fend for himself, and he would likely be the next to die.

Qin Nan could no longer sit idly by.

No one could replace Jian Fan; the only solution was to find a way to break the cycle.

Qin Nan’s gaze quickly scanned the surroundings, searching for key clues.

As they prepared for filming, the players and NPCs exited the shooting area. The director was intently watching the monitor, and the filming equipment was all focused on Jian Fan.

Everything seemed perfectly normal.

What to do? Qin Nan’s mind raced. Jian Fan had said that new players would receive an important hint. Was that hint just the method of death from a high-altitude fall? This had to be written in the script, so it couldn’t be considered an important hint. What was the significant hint he had received?

Film, death crew, shooting, script…

Suddenly, Qin Nan’s eyes lit up.

The script wasn’t a death forecast; it was simply a script! From the very beginning, the answer had been clear: this was the filming base of "Death Crew."