Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

There is no doubt that this card was left by the mysterious "schoolmate".

And this card is "printed".

In reality, only a few minutes had passed since his "death".

in other words……

The schoolgirl who killed him had already predicted that he would be "resurrected".

She knew about the existence of the "Death Game" and was very sure that she would be resurrected from this game.

Thinking back carefully, the other party casually pulled out a pistol in a country with such good public security, just to shoot an ordinary college student like me, and even said some strange things...

It is indeed a bit "abnormal".

It's not surprising that it's related to something equally "beyond common sense" like the "Death Game".

But then...

The "advantages" of one's original profession and props are not so obvious.

After all, the other party at least knows that these things exist.

It's even possible...

That guy also participated in the "Death Game" himself.

Lin Yu took a deep breath and calmed down again.

"It seems that I can only 'accept the invitation'."

The second line of text on this card...

It is "time" and "address".

"20 Changming Street, Shangnan District, Jiangcheng, Friday, 00:940"

This is definitely an "invitation" left by the murderer who killed him.

As for what will happen after the appointment...

Lin Yu is still unknown.

However, he seemed to have no choice but to "accept the invitation".

after all……

Although the other party was his murderer, he was also the only thing that Lin Yu knew in reality that was "related" to this game.

but.

Today is Wednesday, and it is a Wednesday that has just passed midnight.

In other words, there are still nearly three days left until the "time" on the card!

This period of time is enough for Lin Yu to do a lot of things.

But now the most important thing is...

"It's time to go back to bed."

Lin Yu walked off the stage and went backstage to change out of his costume. He put on his plain black sweatshirt and sweatpants, put on a backpack containing the script, and left the drama club.

I have a rehearsal tomorrow and a performance tonight, so of course I need to have a good rest tonight.

Even though he had just experienced something as ridiculous as the "Death Game", Lin Yu did not intend to disrupt his "performance" arrangements for tomorrow.

One of the important reasons why he came back alive was to continue "performing"...

If I don't perform well and live well because of something like this...

Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?

After locking the door of the drama club, Lin Yu took out the key and opened the bicycle lock at the door of the drama club.

Lin Yu's bicycle is also very simple in style, it is a very ordinary black mountain bike.

He pushed his mountain bike to the south gate of Jiangcheng University of Media. The security guard smiled and nodded to Lin Yu, then opened the locked small door for him.

"Xiao Lin, you're practicing so late again!"

Lin Yu smiled and said, "Yeah, uncle, you should go to bed early too... Oh, by the way, uncle, have you seen a girl with pigtails and dressed like a Japanese middle school student?"

After asking tentatively and getting a confused shake of the old man's head, Lin Yu smiled and nodded slightly again.

"I'm just asking, please excuse me, sir."

Lin Yu pushed the cart through the small gate and left the Jiangcheng Media campus.

He rode his bike through the night city of Jiang.

After crossing two intersections, Lin Yu returned to his home - he was a native of Jiangcheng and his home was not far from the Communication University, so he simply did not live in the dormitory.

I pushed the door open quietly. The simple, old-fashioned two-bedroom apartment was very narrow, and I could see the whole house from the door.

Although the house is old and small, it is decorated very warmly, with potted plants everywhere, and there is even a fish tank on the small coffee table in the living room.

On the dining table covered with a floral tablecloth, there were two plates of leftovers covered with gauze, and the rice cooker was still on to keep warm.

The photo hanging on the wall was taken last year - the photo was taken next to the stone with the school name printed on it at the entrance of Jiangcheng Media University. A round-faced young woman who looked 70% similar to Lin Yu was making a bold "V" sign with one hand and hugging the shy Lin Yu with the other hand, who was standing stiffly with his head down.

Lin Yu carefully took off his shoes, unplugged the rice cooker, and then returned to the bedroom with his slippers.

Then he put his schoolbag and clothes on the desk next to him and lay down on the bed tiredly.

"call……"

Lin Yu lay on the bed and fell asleep in a few seconds.

He had a dreamless night and opened his eyes on time at seven o'clock the next morning.

He walked out of the room, washed up, and came to the dining table.

The leftovers on the table last night have become a new plate of leftover fried rice.

There was a label next to the fried rice.

"You didn't eat dinner last night, I'll come back to deal with you tonight!"

Label Shanghai with a simple drawing of an angry expression.

Lin Yu picked up the note, folded it gently in half and threw it into the trash can under the table.

Although he had no appetite, he felt the tension of the stick figure, so he sat down obediently and finished the fried rice made with stir-fried beans, meat and shredded potatoes.

Afterwards, Lin Yu rode his bike to school again.

Although he is a sophomore, Lin Yu happens to have no classes today.

He arrived at school early and naturally went straight to the drama club.

When Lin Yu arrived at the drama club's activity center, an expected person was already standing on the stage of the theater in the activity center.

A petite girl in a white T-shirt and a baseball cap was pacing back and forth on the stage with a black signing pen in her mouth, looking at the script with one hand on her waist.

Hearing Lin Yu's footsteps, the little girl spoke in a light tone without even raising her head.

"Hey, my dear 'Top Star', you've come early today... Everyone isn't here yet, so find a place to memorize your lyrics."

This girl, who looks no more than 1.5 meters tall, is named Shen Bingmiao. She is a junior this year and Lin Yu's senior.

He is also the president, screenwriter and director of the drama club.

Lin Yu saw Shen Bingmiao, thought for a moment, and spoke.

"President, I have something to ask of you."

Hearing Lin Yu's words, Shen Bingmiao raised her head with a strange look in her eyes.

She flicked the brim of her hat and said, "This is really strange. You would actually ask me for help... What is it, my dear 'Ace'?"

"I want to find someone, maybe she's a freshman."

Lin Yu carefully considered his words when speaking.

Shen Bingmiao raised an eyebrow: "You should publish a white wall for this kind of thing."

"No, first of all, I need the result urgently, and secondly, I suspect she may not be from our school," Lin Yu said calmly, "so, this is something that ordinary people can't do."

After hearing Lin Yu's words, Shen Bingmiao laughed.

"I understand what you mean. It's really embarrassing—but I promised you. You're my 'ace' after all!"

Shen Bingmiao spat out the pen in her mouth, threw the script on the ground, and jumped off the stage in two steps.

"let's go!"

Shen Bingmiao patted Lin Yu's arm and said happily.

"Now? Not until they're rehearsing?"

"We've rehearsed so many times, this last one won't make a difference... In my opinion, the lead actor's condition is the most important!"

“So, let me help you solve the problem first!”