I Have Died Long Ago, Poor Because No One Burns Paper?

The girl in the next bed seemed to trust Zhao Maimai very much, her tone was full of pleading.

But Zhao Maimai was so stiff that he sat on the bed and did not dare to move.

"Mai Mai, what's wrong with you? You're shaking very badly."

"You seem to be more scared than I am."

"How about." The girl hesitated, then whispered, "Wait a minute, I'll go to your bed and sleep with you."

She let go of Zhao Maimai's arm, stood up, and wanted to climb over the bed rail.

Zhao Maimai summoned up her courage and tried to calm herself down.

"No, I'll just sleep by myself."

"Go to sleep by yourself, too."

"I'm not going anywhere, I just turn over."

"Really?" The expression of the girl in the next bed could not be seen in the darkness, but Zhao Maimai felt a pair of eyes staring at her, "Okay then."

"Mai Mai, be careful."

"You also know that although the school's dormitory has six double beds, it is stipulated that no more than ten people can live in it."

"The extra two beds are used to store gifts and sundries."

"But there is an eleventh person in our dormitory!"

"The strange thing is that all of us know each other and are familiar with each other. We don't even know who the eleventh person is."

"She is an extra anomaly, a weirdness beyond ten people. We must find her and kill her."

"Only when she dies can we leave this dormitory."

"You are my best friend. In our dormitory, I trust you the most."

"Whether the eleventh person can be found or not, we both must live."

Zhao Maimai didn't know how to answer, so he could only remain silent.

The girl next door didn't mind, and lay down again, as if she wanted to continue sleeping.

A full ten minutes passed.

Zhao Maimai took a deep breath and calmed down completely.

When I woke up, I suddenly appeared in a strange place.

There were eleven figures lying there, but the girl said that the eleventh figure could not be found.

The meaning is obvious.

There is a figure that is not human, it should be weird.

This is a weird copy.

"Come on, Zhao Maimai, you still have to go back alive and visit Brother Yang's grave."

"If you die, no one will visit Brother Yang again."

"Then how lonely he must be."

Silently comforting himself, Zhao Maimai did not act rashly, and slowly lay back on the bed.

The girl who just grabbed her had a warm palm, almost like a living person.

The other roommates also heard faint breathing sounds, but nothing unusual.

From this point of view, this seems to be a very ordinary and normal dormitory.

But according to the girl, there are normally only ten people in the room.

The extra figure now should be the strangeness, which is the source of the danger in the dormitory.

One idea after another in the little head.

Zhao Maimai suddenly remembered that what is happening now is very similar to some kind of game that he once played.

Werewolves kill.

Out of eleven people, one is a wolf.

If it is not found out in time, all will die.

But how to find it?

Zhao Maimai was very distressed.

She hasn't figured out a way yet.

Jingle Bell.

The phone rang suddenly, making it extremely noisy in the quiet bedroom.

Zhao Maimai was terrified, and immediately stretched out his hand, took the phone in his hand, and turned it to silent.

It was her cell phone ringing.

She leaned sideways, bit her lower lip, and looked nervously at the bedroom.

Strangely, none of the roommates noticed this.

They don't seem to hear the bell.

[Dormitory 404, tentatively designated as an obsession-level copy]

[Pass the conditions, survive for twelve hours, find the eleventh person, and kill her]

[Or solve the real weird root]

[Clue hint: Don't let your roommates suspect you, otherwise they will kill you, which is more terrible than death]

The writing was bright red, like activated blood squirming.

It's the mobile phone again.

Zhao Maimai didn't expect that even the weird dungeon could not prevent the weird intrusion of the mobile phone.

"Don't let your roommate kill you, otherwise it's more terrible than death?"

Silently reading the weird reminder from the phone, she felt even more confused.

What a clue.

More like a nonsense.

Death is death.

What's so special about being killed by a roommate?

Why is it more terrifying than death?

But after confirming the level of the dungeon, Zhao Maimai was not so afraid.

With firm eyes, she clenched her small fist and waved it vigorously in the air.

The lowest level of weirdness.

I, Zhao Maimai, will definitely get out alive!

The weird page on the phone faded, and the phone returned to normal.

Unwilling to give up, Zhao Maimai tried to call the Public Security Bureau.

as I thought.

Can't get through at all.

It seems that I can only rely on my own efforts.

Just as he was about to turn off the screen, an icon that looked like a red mobile phone came into view.

Weird live broadcast.

Open one by one.

I saw the hottest live broadcast room at first glance.

Room 404, single-player instance, entered by Zhao Maimai.

"this is me?"

Surprised, Zhao Mai clicked into the live broadcast.

Sure enough, everything in the room was playing on the screen.

Accompanied by her discovery, the bullet screen, which was already surging, was now like a flood breaking a bank, almost submerging the entire live broadcast room.

"Mai Mai discovered the studio!"

"Mai Mai, I love you, I am your die-hard fan, you are my eternal goddess!"

"The ears of wheat are golden, and the wind blows the fragrance of rice. My fans of Maimai, where are you?"

"Get out, don't swipe the screen in front of me! It's about this time, find a way to save Mai Mai!"

"How to save? Since the eleventh person must be found, he must not be suspected, otherwise he will die faster!"

"Mai Mai himself is an outsider, and he is not familiar with them. Even if he enters their memory because of the dungeon, it will inevitably show flaws."

"Difficult, too difficult!"

"Mai Mai, are you a ghost sender? Why don't you try the second method of going through the dungeon, find out the root of the weirdness, and push it across."