Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Listen carefully.

The dormitory aunt's voice was a bit shrill.

It sounds like someone is holding their toes and pinching their throat.

"Da da……"

Footsteps came closer and then farther away.

The entire dormitory building fell into silence.

"Crack, click..."

Rao Yining turned over in a daze and woke up from her sleep. There was always noise in her ears. She covered her ears in annoyance.

But the voice continued.

"Crack, crack—"

She couldn't bear it anymore: "Which of you is eating? You are crazy in the middle of the night!"

No one responded.

Only the sound of something being chewed could be heard very clearly in the silence.

Rao Yining took out her phone and looked at the time.

Twelve twenty-three p.m.

A burst of urination hit.

She touched her arm and wondered why it was so cold tonight. She rolled down from the lower bunk and saw that Jiang Chaan and Jiang Siqi were already asleep, and she felt puzzled.

Who was eating just now?

Who made the sound?
Is he the new roommate?
Rao Yining shook her head, opened the dormitory door and walked out to use the bathroom.

As soon as you enter the bathroom, there is a sink and a large mirror. The bright lights in the bathroom are in sharp contrast with the darkness of the corridor, and Rao Yining's face is clearly reflected.

She took a breath, went to the toilet, and then passed the mirror.

A red shadow flashed past in the mirror...

Feeling something, she turned her head and could only see her own face in the mirror.

Rao Yining muttered something, then walked out and returned to the dormitory.

behind her.

The mirror reflected her back.

But he has a pale face.

Rao Yining in the mirror showed a strange smile.After returning to the dormitory, Rao Yining continued to sleep, but the quilt became heavier and heavier, and some sounds kept coming into her ears.

"Ginger Chaan!!"

"Jiang Siqi!! If you keep doing this, I'm going to--"

"what!"

The next day was destined to be an uneventful day.

When Jiang Chaan woke up, the bedding on the upper bunk had been neatly stacked, but there was no one on the bed.

"Where is Rao Yining?" Jiang Siqi asked curiously.

"Did any of you see where she went?"

Ziying's heart sank.

Almost immediately I thought something was wrong.

She remembered that Rao Yining went to the toilet last night and went to sleep quietly after coming back.

From beginning to end, nothing was out of the ordinary.

Ziying paid special attention to her.

When Rao Yining went to the toilet, she followed him out, and there was nothing wrong with him.

Even so, the rules of the death game emerged.

The game gives them seven days.

There are seven players in total.

On average, one player dies every day.

If they still haven't discovered the main line of ghost stories in this world on the seventh day, then their outcome will be certain death.

"I didn't see it." The girl who told them stories last night while sleeping together held a bag of potato chips and said leaning against the door.

"I guess she went to the classroom first. She is so brave and still doesn't believe it. Sooner or later, she will know that what I said is right."

"Siqi." Jiang Chaan just tied her hair with a small black leather bandana, and her high ponytail was gracefully curved. She lowered her head quietly, wiped her fingers across the dark red blood stains on the edge of the bed, and looked at Jiang Siqi.

The moment Jiang Siqi looked at her, her expression changed again and again.

"What are you doing here!" The dormitory aunt came over and said, "Go to school quickly!"

"Auntie, where is Yi Ning?" Jiang Cha'an smiled at her, as sweet as a puppet, "We are a little worried about her."