Meng Yu Mian!

Gao Yan never expected to be the first winner.

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

The black shadow rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed, finally stopping in front of him, separated only by a layer of opaque plastic sheeting.

Through the small holes, the outside world was pitch black.

Those legs... blocked the holes.

"Drip."

"Drip."

...

The sound of water droplets falling continuously, each drop like a needle piercing deep into Gao Yan's mind.

His heart raced, cold sweat trickled down his temples, and all he could do was keep his mouth shut, afraid to make a sound.

"Shriiiiiek—"

Gao Yan watched as the plastic sheet between them was slowly pulled up.

A pair of blood-red ballet shoes came into view, and as the plastic sheet continued to rise, he also saw half of a pale calf.

The leg was devoid of blood, with several wounds that looked like they had been scratched during a struggle. The flesh was turned out, revealing the pale meat inside.

It felt like zombie meat that had been drained of blood and then stored in a freezer for many years.

The plastic sheet stopped when it reached the knee.

Gao Yan trembled. He didn't dare to look up, only using his peripheral vision, afraid that he would meet a terrifying face.

After a rustling sound, two hands reached in along the pulled-up gap. The hands were bluish-purple, both clenched into fists, palms down and backs up, as if they were holding something in their palms.

This scene really frightened Gao Yan. It was impossible for a normal person to do the same action without bending over.

So this was the so-called rock-paper-scissors game.

Now that the ghost hands were in, they stopped moving, seemingly giving him time to choose.

The situation was different from what he had initially thought. Gao Yan didn't dare to rashly hand over the eyeball in his hand.

He mustered his courage and began to examine the two hands closely.

The movements of the two hands were almost identical, and the clenched fists were the same size. Just as Gao Yan was wondering where the problem might be, he suddenly noticed a spot of red on the ground below the left hand in his peripheral vision.

It was... a drop of blood.

Although it was small and inconspicuous, he noticed it.

It was as if it had been accidentally splashed there. He immediately looked at the ground below the right hand and found it clean, with only a little dust.

"When Meng Yu Mian died, she was holding a snatched eye in her hand. The hand holding the eyeball must be stained with blood."

Without hesitation, Gao Yan took out the glass eyeball, placed it in front of the left hand, and said, suppressing his trembling voice, "I choose the left hand."

A gust of yin wind blew past his eyes, blinding him. Then, he heard a series of "dong, dong" sounds, gradually fading away.

The glass eyeball at his feet was also gone.

The strength in Gao Yan's heart drained away, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

In the rain, Jiang Cheng hid behind an iron frame. Not long ago, he saw a red figure hopping out of the equipment room.

But then, the red figure seemed to sense something and turned around, going back in. This time, the footsteps were very light, almost drowned out by the sound of the rain.

Jiang Cheng immediately understood. Someone must have been thinking of hiding in plain sight, secretly hiding in the equipment room, and was discovered. Meng Yu Mian made a surprise return.

Who could it be?

First, he ruled out Fatty Huai Yi. Wen Liangshan ran straight towards the bathroom, not daring to look back.

It didn't seem like Shen Mengyun either, and Wang Qi wouldn't be so stupid. So that left only Gao Yan.

Hiding in plain sight... it suited the old guy's slippery character.

"Dong."

"Dong."

...

A red figure, like a zombie, hopped out of the equipment room. This time, it jumped from the second floor, leaping seven or eight meters away in one bound.

Jiang Cheng had been prepared for Meng Yu Mian to come looking for him, but it didn't happen. Her stiff back went in another direction.

After observing, Jiang Cheng noticed that Meng Yu Mian's route seemed to be pre-set. She was searching along a fixed path.

After leaving the equipment room, she went straight to the clock tower.

The first time Meng Yu Mian came out of the equipment room, she was also heading towards the clock tower, but something happened on the way, causing her to return to find Gao Yan.

Although the rain blurred the scenery around the playground, the red figure was an exception. Wang Qi stood at the window of the clock tower. The red figure was coming towards him.

There wasn't much fear in Wang Qi's eyes. He trusted his judgment.

Soon, the sound of "dong, dong" came from the stairs below, getting faster and faster.

It was the life-reaping ghost.

Hearing the sound, Wang Qi turned around, facing the door, crossed his legs, slowly sat down, and lowered his head, quietly waiting for Meng Yu Mian's arrival.

"Creak—"

A small door at the top of the clock tower was pushed open.

"Dong."

In one step, Meng Yu Mian hopped in front of him.

In his peripheral vision, a pair of blood-red ballet shoes were dazzling, and above them were a pair of wet, pale legs.

Like Gao Yan, after being found, the next step was the rock-paper-scissors game.

Wang Qi made his choice almost instantly. "Left hand." He fiddled with the glass eyeball in his hand, seemingly a little reluctant to hand it over.

"Dong."

"Dong."

...

The hopping sound faded away. Wang Qi stretched his body, stood up, and walked down the clock tower.

Passing a dark room downstairs, he stopped. It seemed to be a storage room for cleaning supplies. There were a few tools inside, and some cloth bags and plastic bags hanging on the wall.

Wang Qi casually took out a plastic bag, shook it, and it looked clean enough.

He conveniently poked two holes in it and put it over his head.

Jiang Cheng was at the entrance of the clock tower.

"It wouldn't be good if your hairstyle got messed up." Wang Qi didn't seem surprised by Jiang Cheng's arrival. He straightened the plastic bag on his head and pulled another one from the wall of the dark room, waving it at Jiang Cheng. "Want one too?"

Staring at the black plastic bag on Wang Qi's head and the two eyes under the holes, Jiang Cheng suddenly had a familiar feeling.

Once, in a mission, at the Peaceful Apartments, the time he got No Door, there was a guy inside who called himself Wei Jin Ting.

Their outfits... were very similar.

They both gave him a dangerous feeling.

"It's strange, isn't it?" Wang Qi chuckled, not caring at all, tapping his head and talking to himself. "In my memory, there was someone who liked to do this too. He was a foul-mouthed guy, but I actually forgot his name. No, I seem to... seem to have forgotten a lot of things."

For the first time, Jiang Cheng smelled a hint of melancholy from this guy.

Earlier, when he was in contact with Wen Liangshan, Jiang Cheng also noticed that he seemed to remember some things very vaguely, especially how he got on the bus.

Their memories had gaps.