Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

The bedroom light was old and dilapidated; it was not only dim but also flickering, and could be used as an ambient light in a haunted house.

The light was so bright it hurt her eyes, so Liang Zaibing simply turned it off and bought a small table lamp to put by her bedside. When she turned it on, the light from the lamp was a pinkish-purple color.

Liang Zaibing slowly typed a question mark?

I went back to the store and looked closely before realizing it was a discounted clearance sale of UV lamps, the kind used for growing succulents.

Who would actually raise succulents in a horror game?!

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"Hmm, this lamp looks familiar. Where have I seen it before?"

"The hair salon downstairs and the foot massage parlor next door, I saw them with my own eyes."

"Hello, is this 110? I need to organize an event; there are illegal transactions taking place here."

"I suggest you put aside your own family ties and hold the cooking party first."

"Hey, hey, the guests have arrived."

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Ivan was also taken aback when he came in from outside.

Liang Zaibing sat next to a small lamp, the side of her face facing the light was illuminated in an eerie purple, while the other side of her face was shrouded in deep darkness.

His gloomy and somber expression made him look unusually different from usual, with an indescribable sinister quality.

For some reason, Ivan thought of the roommate in Yu Nian's diary who had manipulated many lovers, and this feeling made him very uncomfortable.

"ice……"

Before he could break the eerie atmosphere, Liang Zaibing jumped out of bed, angrily opened the window, and threw the lamp downstairs.

The UV lamp is of surprisingly good quality; it stubbornly stays lit even after being dropped from the second floor, its lamp post pointing upwards and projecting beams of purple light into the night sky.

"...What just happened?"

"It's nothing." Liang Zaibing acted as if nothing had happened, and replaced the lamp with an ordinary one from the store.

The world is much quieter after kicking out these idiots who are sworn enemies of gambling and drugs.

Ivan didn't ask any more questions, closed his eyes, and lay down on the bed.

Whether he fell asleep or not, only he knows.

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While on night watch, out of vigilance, Liang Zaibing couldn't use her phone to pass the time, so she could only stare at the ticking clock.

Summer insects and cicadas chirped outside the window, and without the cover of curtains, the pale moonlight illuminated half the room.

Time quickly reached 00:13.

Liang Zaibing rubbed her slightly sore eyes.

A cool evening breeze, carrying moisture, suddenly brushed against my cheek.

The window that he had just slammed shut opened silently.

The family photo is burning hot, but the things that were opened through the window have vanished without a trace; only the rustling of treetops can be heard outside.

Unless, that thing has already come in.

Liang Zaibing quickly covered her left eye and looked around the entire bedroom, but found nothing unusual.

Liang Zaibing reached out and nudged the motionless Ivan, "Ivan, something's wrong!"

But when his hand touched Ivan's body, a chill began to run down his spine.

Beneath my hands was a wet, saturated piece of fabric, so cold that I couldn't feel any human body temperature, only a bloated, soft, and disgusting sensation.

Ivan, who was much stronger than him, was completely unaware when the ghost invaded the room; he should have realized the problem much earlier.

How did this vengeful ghost manage to kill the player instantly, leaving no way out?

Now is not the time to think about that.

Liang Zaibing quickly distanced herself from Ivan, wary of the vengeful ghost that might appear at any moment.

The corpse on the bed suddenly moved, revealing a swollen, grayish-white body from under the soaked sheets.

His eyes, which had shone like the light of the grey moon, had lost all their luster. Ivan moved with hesitant steps toward him, each step leaving trails of dirty water on his body, which soon soaked the entire carpet.

Liang Zaibing hesitated before he could trigger the family photo. He gritted his teeth and used Chen An's right eye to observe again. The scene before him suddenly changed.

His body had shrunk, and his face had changed. From his swollen face, Liang Zaibing could vaguely recognize that it was the face of an Eastern man in his early twenties, who did not belong to any player.

The only character who appeared in the instance but didn't show their face was Yu Nian.

The corpse was moving very slowly, having only gone half a meter so far. Liang Zaibing felt even more at ease and began to observe everything in front of him.

The more he looked at the corpse, the more he felt it exuded an indescribable stiffness and strangeness. He changed his perspective and, in a moment of clarity, noticed a strange luster on the corpse, as if...

The surface of an apple, or a polished leather shoe, should not be on the body of a floating corpse.

A guess popped into Liang Zaibing's mind: Could this be a wax figure?

At the very moment he had this thought, the corpse suddenly froze, as if it had been frozen in place.

He simply took a pointed stick and poked the corpse. The texture was indeed not like flesh; it felt more like cutting a bar of soap.

When the pole was pulled away, there was no flesh or blood at the wound site, only a pale block of wax.

Strange, this isn't a dungeon with a wax museum theme, so why are there wax figures here?

Chen Anfu stood guard in front of him, while Liang Zaibing simply stood next to the wax figure to examine it closely.

Its mouth was wide open, there were bruises on its neck, hands and feet from being strangled, its skin was pale and wrinkled, and its hands were convulsively twisted as if grasping something. It was a standard drowned specimen that could be used as a textbook example.

Liang Zaibing stretched out his two palms and compared them to the murderer's neck. The murderer's hands were slightly larger than his, indicating that the murderer was a man over 1.8 meters tall with greater strength than the average person, capable of completely suppressing and drowning an adult man.

As he pondered this, the room was suddenly illuminated by lightning, the bedroom door was flung open, and a tall figure appeared in the doorway.

Ivan looked as if he had just crawled out of the water; every part of his body was dripping wet, and there were bruises on his neck and wrists from being tightly wrapped.

His face was terrifyingly gloomy, like a horrific butcher who would hunt down passersby on a stormy night.

Seeing Liang Zaibing appear next to an unfamiliar figure, Ivan whispered a reminder, "Bing, stay away from him, come here."

Whether or not to believe the suspected dead Ivan, Liang Zaibing made her choice almost without hesitation.

He leaped out of the window, vaulted over the windowsill of the next room before Ivan could grab him, and then smashed the window open.

Although it's a bit unethical to shift the blame, I'm sorry.

Fortunately, Ivan did not follow him in and remained in the original room.

Sheng Jingyu, who almost got hit in the face by shards of glass, was speechless.

"are you crazy!"

"Climbing through the window in the middle of the night, breaking and entering," Jiang Qingjian said, toying with the black snake coiled around his wrist. "What do you want to do?"

The thickness of the stratum corneum on his face allowed Liang Zaibing to remain calm as he said, "I ran into some problems over there, so I came here to hide for a while."

"Where's Ivan? Didn't he come with us? Or is he already dead?"

Liang Zaibing remained silent.

Jiang Qingjian scoffed, "Looks like you don't have a very good eye for choosing a partner?"

Weren't we talking about horror games? What are you doing here?