Strange Rules: It doesn't matter, the system will take care of it.

As night deepened.

Chen Feng's heart grew increasingly tense.

Just then, a white light flashed outside the window, followed by a sudden clap of thunder.

Snapped!

Chen Feng was startled and looked up to see the light bulb flicker violently a few times before going out completely.

There's a power outage; it's probably because the rain was so heavy that it damaged some of the power lines.

In the dark internet cafe, a sudden uproar erupted.

"Holy crap! My pentakill!"

"What's going on, network administrator?"

Faced with the customers' anger, the network administrators' response was quite comical: "Reboot."

Is this a problem that a reboot can fix?

Chen Feng almost burst out laughing, thinking that this colleague was quite humorous.

Amidst the chaos, a loud bang suddenly erupted, the sound of shattering glass coming from the direction of the internet cafe's main entrance.

What's all this noise?

The guests turned on their phones and shone them in the direction of the sound, but all they found was shards of glass, slowly seeping rainwater, and a blast of cold wind.

Chen Feng felt a little relieved: "I thought there would be some kind of twist, but it turns out it was just a rumor."

At that moment, a burly man with tattooed arms sitting by the door suddenly stopped and opened his eyes wide.

"What's wrong?"

Faced with questions from those around him, the tattooed man's face turned red, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Then I heard a click.

Under the light of the phone, Chen Feng saw it, and everyone else saw it: the head of the tattooed man suddenly turned 180 degrees and was snapped off.

The plot twist happened.

The only difference is that the neck is reversed.

Chen Feng's mind exploded.

At first, he thought he had traveled to an urban romance world.

After all, he became a network administrator right away, and he had three beautiful female colleagues around him. Isn't this the perfect "Oh no, I'm surrounded by beautiful girls" situation?

But now, seeing such a bizarre scene, Chen Feng realized something was wrong; this was clearly a world of supernatural tales!

Oh no, I'm surrounded by ghosts!

"Murder!"

"There's a ghost!"

With a scream, the entire internet cafe erupted in chaos, filled with pushing, footsteps, and the sound of gaming chairs being knocked over.

The world is a dangerous place! If things get tough, retreat!

Without any hesitation, Chen Feng rushed up the stairs.

We arrived at the second floor.

Hearing the commotion downstairs, the guests in the private rooms all came over.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Something's happened downstairs!"

Chen Feng told everyone what had happened on the first floor and urged them to call the police immediately.

"No signal!"

"What's wrong with this damn phone?"

classic.

If something bad happens, your phone will definitely become a brick.

Chen Feng sighed, and at that moment, the sounds of fighting, screams, and groans downstairs suddenly subsided considerably.

After a while, everything returned to calm.

ended?

But why is no one coming up again?

Are all the people below dead?

Too many questions lingered in everyone's minds.

"Is there anyone brave enough to go down and check?"

"That sounds nice, why don't you fucking go down there and see for yourself?"

Everyone chimed in with their opinions, but no one dared to take any action.

Chen Feng glanced around but didn't see either of the two receptionists or the proprietress, and his heart sank.

Have they already been murdered?

In retrospect, he was most likely killed by this monster in his previous life.

A monster that can become invisible, and is strong enough to twist a person's neck 180 degrees.

Chen Feng had no objection to being killed by such a guy; the key issue was that he didn't understand why he had absolutely no memory of the monster.

"Was I strangled to death in my sleep?"

"Such a loud scream would wake up even a pig, let alone the fact that I locked the door before I went to sleep."

Just as Chen Feng was wondering, the sound of running water suddenly came from the direction of the toilet.

What was that sound?

Like a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger, a young man wearing slippers boldly pushed open the toilet door and found that the faucet was running straight, and water was overflowing from the sink, wetting the floor and carpet.

It looks like someone forgot to turn off the water when they went to the toilet.

"What kind of manners are these?"

The young man pinched his nose and stepped forward, about to turn on the tap, when he suddenly felt a cool breeze on his neck. He wondered: Why is the air conditioner set so low?

But halfway through his thought, the young man found it funny: with the power out, where would the air conditioning come from?

Wait, there's no air conditioning, so why is it so cold?

The young man walked to the pool. The water overflowed the trolley and touched his feet. He felt it was icy cold. This was very unusual. Even though it was raining outside, the water pipes had been exposed to the sun all day. How could the water inside be so cold?

Before the young man could figure it all out, he felt a pair of cold, slippery hands grab his neck.

Another click.

The young man was completely baffled.

"Run! It's coming up!"

With a shout, the crowd began to flee for their lives again.

Although the landlady told him not to go up to the third floor, with his life hanging by a thread, Chen Feng didn't care about anything else and grabbed the railing to run up.

But as you run...

Chen Feng suddenly realized that it was so quiet all around him.

Something seems off.

Chen Feng looked up; there was no one in front of him. He turned his head; there was no one behind him either.

What's going on? Where are they?

Chen Feng was completely baffled, but the monster was right downstairs, and he dared not go back to look for it. He could only grit his teeth and move forward.

Just as the proprietress had said, the third floor was indeed unfinished, a whole, undivided hall filled with the smell of cement dust and an indescribable, eerie stench that made one want to vomit.

Whose septic tank exploded?

Chen Feng covered his nose and saw countless thick hemp ropes hanging from the ceiling, densely packed, with some quilts hanging at the ends.

Why are there so many blankets being aired out?

When Chen Feng took a closer look, he immediately gasped. The surface was shriveled and withered, and the outline of facial features could still be vaguely discerned. There were also limbs hanging around it. What was hanging at the end of the rope was not a quilt, but clearly a series of human skins that had been peeled off!

Ah!

The hellish scene before him made Chen Feng take a few steps back, his shoes clicking on the floor.

Then, there was not a breath of wind.

But all the human skins began to float, then turned and looked in the direction of Chen Feng with their empty eye sockets.

This...this is!

Chen Feng felt a chill run down his spine as countless messages flooded his mind in an instant.

[Detection detected that the original host is dead. Currently scanning for new host information. Binding in progress.]

A mechanical voice with countless echoes rang in my ears, followed by a barrage of text message notifications.

[Ding! Congratulations on successfully binding to the LY-01-ZBDL Show-Off and Slap-in-the-Face System...]

[Ding! Congratulations on successfully binding your XH-02-SLJD Deep Blue Skill Point Allocation System...]

[Ding! Congratulations on successfully binding your account to the DS-03-SHFX Super Rich Cashback System...]

It's hard to describe the feeling; it's like hundreds or thousands of people adding you on WeChat at the same time. The mechanical notification sounds kept ringing in Chen Feng's ears.

After a while, the chaotic thoughts in my mind gradually calmed down.

Chen Feng shook his head, finally calming down, and tried to figure out what had happened:

These people, like Chen Feng, were transmigrators with systems in their previous lives. They were murdered, and their systems were lost here.

Chen Feng, on the other hand, became the new master of these systems.

Did I inherit the system from my predecessors?

Chen Feng showed no joy, but instead fell into a great panic: What kind of hellish place is this that could kill so many transmigrated seniors?

"Didn't I say you weren't allowed to go upstairs?"

A charming voice, tinged with a hint of weariness, rang out from ahead.

That sound!

Chen Feng's eyes widened as he discovered that the landlady, He Ting, had actually emerged from the forest of human skin, swaying and twisting.

Now even a fool would know that the proprietress was definitely involved in the deaths of those senior colleagues.

"Don't come any closer!"

Where there is life, there is hope.

Chen Feng turned and ran, but fell to the ground. He looked down at his legs in confusion, thinking he had tripped over something. But he found that his legs had become extremely dry and wrinkled, like those of an old man in his eighties who was about to die.

What's going on?

Chen Feng felt as if his entire body had been hollowed out, his vitality was rapidly draining away, and then an endless drowsiness surged into his heart.

I'm so sleepy.

I really want to sleep.

I really want to...

Chen Feng closed his eyes, and he finally understood how he had died the first time.

And when he opened his eyes again...

The air was humid and hot, filled with the gentle chirping of cicadas. A beautiful woman emerged from the internet cafe and slowly approached Chen Feng, who stood frozen in place.

"Handsome, you don't look well. You'd better find somewhere to take shelter from the rain before it starts."