Mo walked out of the campus. He did not go back to the dormitory or pack up anything. He just stopped a taxi on the side of the road and reported the address of Jiang Yiming's house.

A few minutes ago, Jiang Yiming's parents came to the news that they would go out for a few days and would not go home in a week. Mo knew in his heart that this was an opportunity created by the space to facilitate the players to do tasks. This would be good, so he could concentrate and devote himself to the tasks without worrying about unnecessary troubles.

Jiang Yiming, a freshman in Nightingale University, is a sports student, good at track and field sports, and is also the captain of the basketball school team. He is tall, strong, with a straight facial features, looks full of vitality and very tough. Looking at the reflection in the car window, Mo suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

It would be great if I could be like him in reality.

His real name is Li Mo. He is 21 years old this year. He is a student. Li Mo's parents divorced since childhood. The two of them set up new families and ignored him. He was raised by his grandmother, so Li Mo has always lacked confidence and sense of security, and is extremely sensitive and inferior in his heart.

When he was busy writing his graduation thesis, he accidentally clicked on the pop-up window of the computer, so he was pulled into the space. Due to his own personality, he did not trust others and did not like to cooperate with other players. He was used to being alone, just like he said just now, he did not ask for too many points, just be vigilant and self-protection is enough.

"Damn it, Jiang Fengmian and Luo Qiu actually broke up my platform."

Meditation on the scene where the two players refuted in the classroom before, I couldn't help but feel a little irritated. He didn't want the player who drew the betrayer to interfere with the game progress, so he said that and tried to reconcile. However, the two people's negative words slapped him in the face. Not only that, in the eyes of others, the possibility of being a betrayer has also increased a lot.

But for him, this doesn't matter.

"Maybe the betrayer is among those two."

He thought to himself, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be something more at hand. Mo turned his head and saw the white envelope lying quietly on the back seat, his pupils tightened suddenly.

"Is the first one me..."

Mo took a deep breath, then reached out to the letter, spread it gently, and read it soon. There were not many words on the letter, and it took him less than a minute to read it all.

The rules of the game clearly state that they must complete a certain urban legend alone according to the orders on the mysterious letter. After completing the task, they can earn points, and once they fail, they will be killed by ghosts.

Thinking of the previous debates about the betrayer, although the rules of the game did not give clues about the identity of the betrayer, Luo Qiu and Jiang Fengmian believed that the missing red diary should have more detailed records.

Will the space play text games again?

Are the rules really 100% credible?

If I make a mistake in the identification, will I be erased?

...

"I have arrived at Ziyuan Community. Can I stop at the intersection in front?"

The taxi driver's words would bring back the reality from his thoughts. He raised his head and looked out the window, said "Yeah", then paid quickly, opened the car door and walked out.

Just as his hand touched the car door, a strange and selfish thought suddenly came out.

"Master, can you please help me see what is written on this paper?"

Mo had a strange smile on his face and handed the letter in his hand to the taxi driver.

"Why, are college students now illiterate? I'm presbyopic and can't see clearly." The driver muttered and took the letter. After seeing the text on it, his expression suddenly became strange.

Mo saw the muscles on his face beating slightly twice, and his eyes gradually lost their spirit, like a dull, soulless robot. He returned the letter to Mo, rolled the car window without saying a word, and drove away from him.

Mo took the letter and stood at the intersection and looked at the rental car. When he reached the intersection, the car that was supposed to have stopped at the red light suddenly increased and rushed towards the middle of the road.

Accompanied by a fierce collision and the screams of passers-by, Mo turned around and muttered to himself: "It seems that the rules are true, and no one can see the content of the letter."

【Chasing Game】

【Finish within three days】

[Rules of the game: Prepare sesame oil, chicken blood]

【Game location: Bathroom (with bathtub)】

The person who performs the task must enter the bathroom on time at midnight, and at the same time put the bowl containing chicken blood on the edge of the bathtub and kowtow three times; pour sesame oil into the bowl, kowtow three times, and finally pour these things into the bathtub filled with water. Note that during the kowtow, you must not look up no matter what you hear or see.

Enter the bathtub and take a bath for twenty minutes. After leaving the bathtub, please silently recite three "Come and find me." After doing these, you can go back to your room to sleep. During this period, the tasker will encounter supernatural phenomena, but you cannot look at it.

The next day, the game officially began. The missioner must fight against the vengeful spirits summoned by himself, and strive not to be caught within 12 hours.

[Use of all props during the game, otherwise it will be considered a violation]

[After completing the task, you can get a basic reward of 15oo points.]

At midnight, he turned off all the lights in the living room and walked into the illuminated bathroom alone. The bathroom was filled with misty steam, which was the hot water he had just put on.

"Tick-Tick-Tick"

Drops of water fell intermittently in the faucet, frowned silently, and placed a bowl of chicken blood with a slightly fishy smell on the edge of the bathtub.

This begins.

He breathed a sigh of relief, bent his knees slightly, and knelt in the crowded and narrow bathroom of his home. The tiles were slippery and a little cold. The feeling of touching the skin reminded him of the experience of sleeping face to face with the corpse during a certain task.

Mo got goosebumps in his body. He shook his head slightly, reminding himself to concentrate, and then kowtowed three times to the bathtub.

I don’t know if it was his illusion. When he kowtowed, he always felt like a needle prick on his back. It seemed that a line of sight penetrated the frosted glass door and was staring at him. The feeling was so strong that it was difficult for him to ignore.

Don't look back, don't look around.

Mo whispered to remind himself, poured the sesame oil into the bowl, and continued to kneel down and kowtow.

"Bang"

When he knocked the first time, his eyelids stumbled suddenly. Just now, he heard the sound of lightly moving the glass door behind him.

【Do not look up during kowtow, no matter what you hear or see]

Thinking of the game rules prompts, I gritted my teeth and continued to knock for a second time.

At this moment, through the tiles beside him, he saw a pair of pale and bloodless calves appearing in front of him.

A chill ran along his back and head like a maggot with his tarsia. Mo's lips became dry due to tension. At this time, the quietness in the bathroom was almost breathless, and the sound of dripping water was clearly echoing in his ears.
Chapter completed!