Today's game rules have made everyone very fearful, especially when going out at night, it becomes even more difficult.

Fortunately, I told my mom that I'm going to Huang Qiaoqiao's house tonight to study with her, so I managed to deceive my mom and successfully went out.

Although I'm worried about the situation with the class monitor, I received a message and know that he will sneak into the school through the back door, which puts my mind at ease a little.

However, there are still security guards in the school at night, so we dare not cause any disturbances.

"Qiaoqiao, let's stay in the classroom together later!"

"Let's hold hands, I'll feel more at ease!"

It's eerie at night in the school because we have to avoid the security guards, and we can't turn on the lights. If it weren't for those damn rules, I would never come here at night.

Fortunately, Qiaoqiao agreed with my thoughts, so we together avoided the security guards and arrived at the classroom of the third year (fourth year).

To my surprise, we were not the only ones who came here at night. Many classmates also chose to hide in our own class.

In the dim light of our mobile phones, I actually saw Shen Cong's figure.

However, at this time, there was no one around him. Everyone kept their distance from him.

"Shen Cong! You damn werewolf! I'll beat you to death!"

One of the boys in the class saw Shen Cong's figure and directly threw a punch at him.

But Shen Cong's movements were surprisingly quick, and he easily dodged the punch.

"Are you crazy? I already said I'm not! I'm a holy knight! There's something wrong with the class monitor and Liu Wenwen! She framed me with a photoshopped picture! I'll beat her to death!"

At this moment, a classmate next to me spoke up:

"Can someone who has problems die? Liu Wenwen, tell us, did you see the class monitor dead!"

Being suddenly called out, I was stunned for a moment.

"Y-yes, I went to the class monitor's house and saw it! The class monitor is really dead! His head was severed! How could this be a lie!"

As soon as they heard me say this, the whole room fell silent.

"Then Shen Cong is the werewolf! Catch him, and he won't be able to accomplish the werewolf's goal! We'll be able to survive!!"

Soon, the classmates began to gather around Shen Cong. Just as everyonewas about to attack him, a loud noise echoed through the school building, freezing everyone in their tracks.

The sound seemed to come from the corridor outside the classroom. We exchanged frightened glances, unsure of what was happening.

Seconds later, the classroom door burst open, revealing the figure of the school principal. He looked disheveled and panicked. His voice trembled as he addressed us.

"Everyone, listen! There's been a mistake! The game has changed! The class monitor is alive!"

His words sent shockwaves through the room. The atmosphere shifted from hostility to confusion and disbelief.

"I received a call from the hospital just now. It turns out there was a terrible mix-up in the identification process. The body that was thought to be the class monitor's was actually someone else's. The class monitor is alive and well!"

Gasps filled the room as we processed this information. Shen Cong's expression transformed from fear and anger to relief.

"I knew it! I told you I'm not the werewolf!" Shen Cong exclaimed, his voice filled with vindication.

The principal continued, his voice shaky but earnest. "We must put an end to this game immediately. It has caused enough harm and confusion. I've contacted the authorities, and they will arrive shortly to sort out this situation. In the meantime, please remain calm and stay in this classroom."

We all nodded, grateful for the revelation and the intervention of the principal. The tension in the room slowly dissipated, and a sense of relief washed over us.

As we waited for the authorities to arrive, we began to reflect on the consequences of our actions. The paranoia and fear that had consumed us were products of the game's rules, which had driven us to turn against one another.

In the end, it was a series of misunderstandings and miscommunications that led to this chaotic situation. The game had exploited our trust and fueled our suspicions, causing us to lose sight of our unity as classmates.

Finally, the authorities arrived, and the situation was resolved. They assured us that there would be a thorough investigation into the game and its organizers, and steps would be taken to prevent such incidents from happening again.

It was a long night, filled with a mix of emotions—relief, regret, and a newfound appreciation for the importance of trust and communication.

From that day forward, we vowed to rebuild the bonds that had been strained and to support one another as classmates and friends. The game had taught us a harsh lesson, but it also reminded us of the strength of our unity.

As we left the school that night, the first rays of dawn peeked over the horizon, symbolizing a new beginning—a chance to move forward, wiser and more resilient than before.