Whenever I think of Da Pan's gruesome death, I can't help but feel nauseous.

If that rule is truly effective, then the safest place right now is my own workstation!

As long as I endure until 12 o'clock at my workstation, all of this will be over!

I frantically flee back, the lights in the corridor flickering, and the window at the end opened at some point. The cold wind brushes against my neck like a hand.

This feeling is particularly terrifying!

I rush into the company's entrance, and Luo Ming, who escaped from under the rolling shutter, has already regained consciousness. He keeps repeating, "Don't go outside, we're being targeted by ghosts!"

"Don't go outside!"

But my colleagues' faces don't show much reaction.

They must have noticed something unusual about the rolling shutter and think Luo Ming is just scared.

The wounds on his body are no longer bleeding but have swollen and turned white, like spindles.

The swollen wounds look like open eyes, and it makes me very uncomfortable to look at them.

I dare not linger and quickly return to my own workstation.

I notice that the door to the printing room has been closed.

Just as I sit down, a pop-up window appears on my computer screen again—

"Everyone: Current time, whole, progress of death quota within the rules, 50%;

Dear worker, for the safety of your life, please try not to move around randomly. You can eat, but try to keep quiet!"

It's another anonymous message!

And after this notification, my desktop immediately turns blood-red.

Within this blood-red color, there is an indistinct figure!

This person is lying back in a chair, tilting their head, with a pale, agonized face and a hint of... a sinister smile!

"S-sigh... Am I hallucinating from working overtime? Why did my computer turn red?"

"Mine too, it's out of control. I can't even turn off the monitor. What's going on?"

"Quick, unplug the power!"

My colleagues have already started to panic.

At this moment, a hand pats my shoulder.