Xiang Jiangming unilaterally bound Alive, and then followed Zhou Ran into the game copy he was in.

After Zhou Ran accepted the invitation, she fell into the game.

The lights in front of me became dimmed and brighter, and the surrounding environment changed rapidly.

Xiang Jiangming didn't know where he went. At this time, she was alone in a claustrophobic room with a bed in the middle of the room, and she was lying on the bed.

The ceiling is round, with two human arms on it. The arms are long and short, and it can be seen that they are from one person, but one of them is cut off by a knife. The fracture is very fluent, and it is obviously cut off by someone.

The broken openings of both arms are tightly attached, while the hands point in different directions.

Tick.

Tick.

Blood dripped from the roof.

Zhou Ran sat up and found that the bed was surrounded by mirrors.

The mirror was violently broken, and Zhou Ran's figure was reflected in countless broken lenses, as if he was staring at thousands of pairs of eyes at the same time, making people feel chilled and chilled.

[User 6658475: The anchor is online!

Linlang Tianshang: Wow, what place is this, a secret room?

Little sweet beans: so black, so depressing

Je: The mirror makes me dizzy, depressed]

Zhou Ran tried to hold her up and wanted to get off the bed, but there was a rustling sound under the bed.

A depressing laugh came from under the bed, as if waiting for her to come down so as to pull her into the abyss.

Zhou Ran withdrew her feet, her eyes fell on the bedside table, and saw a notebook on it.

Zhou Ran picked up the notebook and turned on the first page, and a bloody color hit her sight.

The words cut out from newspapers and magazines are stuck in a certain order. Each word is stained with blood and glass, which looks shocking.

Zhou Ran's eyes slid across the row of words.

[At 9:30, there is a ghost under the bed. You get out of bed, get caught in the ankle, die]

At the same time, the rustling sound under the bed became louder, and the female ghost's hair was exposed from the side of the hanging bed sheet, and her sharp nails scratched the floor and giggled.

Just a short line of words declares the player's miserable end.

Zhou Ran pursed her lips and looked at the words on the notebook.

Suddenly, blood spilled on the floor and fainted, making it look sticky and terrifying. The arms on the roof moved, and the direction pointed by one of the hands changed.

The female ghost under the bed instantly revealed most of her body, and Zhou Ran saw her face clearly. Her cheeks were scratched by sharp objects, revealing white and blue flesh, and her hands were stretched out with her hair disheveled, and her long nails scratched the bed sheet, trying to pull Zhou Ran out of the bed.

It's 9:30.

There is a ghost under the bed.

Zhou Ran looked up and looked at the roof.

She suddenly realized that the two hands, one long and one short, represent the hour and minute hands of the clock, and the round roof is the dial.

The one who just moved was the long arm, the minute hand. It was now 9:29, and one minute later, she would be caught in the ankle and die as written in the notebook.

Oh, there is no more than a minute.
Chapter completed!