Infinite Game: The delicate and charming girl wins every game

This is called an ancient castle, but it doesn't look luxurious at all, and it seems to have been abandoned for a long time;

There were thick spider webs in the corridor, and it looked like it hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

But some of the furniture in the room was quite clean and tidy, including the wooden bed, wardrobe, bedside table, and vase;

There was nothing special. Just after Ji Zhe checked the room, he heard the voice of System 0000:

[Have you all seen your room? Are you satisfied? ]

[Then, please write your name on the number on the outside of the door]

They should be preparing for the werewolves to kill people in the evening. After all, this is only the first day and no one knows each other. They can't let the werewolves kill people based on their numbers.

Ji Zhe heard the sound of the door outside being opened, someone had already started;

He found a gel pen in the drawer of the bedside table, opened the cap, and saw that it was black. He should use this pen to write.

When Ji Zhe opened the door, he happened to see the person who lived opposite him also writing. When he heard the sound, he stopped and looked behind him. The light from above reflected a cold white in his glasses.

The two of them met eyes unexpectedly.

"Ah, what a coincidence, you come to write your name too."

It's a really awkward way of greeting.

Ji Zhe had some impression of this man with glasses, who was sitting next to him. He looked even more shy than him, and only nodded slightly after hearing what Ji Zhe said.

[Warning!! All players can only write their real names, please do not take shortcuts!! Player No. 4 please abide by the rules!!]

There was a burst of harsh electronic sound, the volume was several times louder than before;

"what?"

"Someone wrote someone else's name on the door."

The man with glasses said calmly, as if he had expected this, without any surprise on his face;

He gestured for Ji Zhe to look in a certain direction and explained in a cold voice:

"Some people try to take advantage of the situation and think that writing someone else's or a fake name on the door will protect them from being stabbed at night. That's really stupid."

Ji Zhe looked over and saw that it was the tattooed man.

Because he had violated the rules, a large skeleton hand appeared out of nowhere on the door in front of him, tightly pinching the man's neck;

Not far away, Ji Zhe could see the overly protruding veins on the tattooed man's neck. He waved his hands around, his eyes widened, his face twisted, and his mouth opened and closed.

Ji Zhe thought that he was probably shouting for help;

But here, no one will save him.

Will this person die?

If so, then this was the second time he had seen someone die in front of him, and he really couldn't get used to it;

Ji Zhe frowned and turned his head away, pursed his lower lip, clenched his fingers nervously, and pressed his white fingertips bit by bit.

"He won't die. The strength test copy is actually not dangerous as long as it does not violate the rules."

A faint voice came from his ear, and Ji Zhe was startled. He looked over and saw that it was the man with glasses who was talking to him;

This situation, which was considered a "massacre" to Ji Zhe, did not seem to have any effect on him, and his tone remained calm:

"Unlike the mission-based dungeons, here the system is in control. You can lose. Your system should have told you that you will not die if you lose. "

"but,"

“If you don’t follow the rules of the system, you will really die.”

After the man with glasses finished speaking, his aura changed and he returned to his gentle and shy appearance. He smiled at Ji Zhe with his lips pursed, and his overly long hair half covered his eyes:

"Write slowly. I'm leaving now. Let go of my hand. It's almost bleeding."

Upon hearing this, Ji Zhe subconsciously loosened his hand and looked down;

Sure enough, when he was distracted, there were several red fingerprints on the palm of his hand, but it was not very painful.

"Does it hurt? Do you need me to write your name for you?"

It was that beautiful sister. She came to Ji Zhe's side without knowing when.

Looking at the red marks on the boy's palm, she held up Ji Zhe's right hand distressedly and blew gently into his palm, her eyes with light-colored contact lenses blinking:

"Does it hurt? Do you want a kiss from your sister?"

Ji Zhe had felt his palms itchy when the woman blew air, and now after hearing these words, he withdrew his hands as if he had received an electric shock. His face turned red like a cooked prawn, and he even stuttered when he spoke:

"No, don't worry. It doesn't hurt much, and I'm not a child."

The voice became quieter and quieter.

"Really, that's a shame."

It seemed like it was such a pity that he didn’t kiss Ji Zhe.