Back in the room, I calmed down and pondered over what he said.

Is this world fake?

Or is it that this strange game itself is fake, and all the participants are just lab rats, impossible for anyone to leave alive?

This thought sent shivers down my spine.

No way!

I tried hard to keep myself clear-headed, not to be swayed by these inhuman monsters.

Perhaps this rule is correct, don't talk to my brother, don't believe my brother's words.

I raised my hand to check my watch, it showed that it was already late at night, time had passed so quickly from when I woke up after dinner, now it was midnight.

Something felt off, the flow of time here was not right.

But in the game of strange rules, everything unreasonable seemed reasonable.

Without much thought, I continued to look at my watch screen, finally remembering why I checked it in the first place, after this long time, no red light had lit up, indicating no participants had been eliminated.

The Earth was divided into dozens of regions, meaning there were dozens of participants.

The first rule, not answering in the bedroom, should have produced an elimination by now, it shouldn't have taken this long without anyone breaking the rule again.

With no one eliminated, we couldn't review the death records, check on the status of other participants.

Lying on the bed, my slightly swollen brain sorted out my thoughts.

Curiosity is human nature, the things "brother" caught up to say, I was curious too, wanting to figure out the truth.

Could it be that not a single one of the dozens of participants questioned anything?

As long as one person wavered and asked a question, it would trigger the rule, they would be dragged away by them, completely erased from elimination.

Currently, there were only two possibilities, either everyone had suppressed their curiosity, not talking to my brother. The second was that this rule was wrong, you could talk to my brother, his words were all true, only then would the rule not be triggered.

If it's the second possibility, this world is fake, the game is fake... how can we, the participants, these lab rats, return to the real world?

Or do we wait for the full seven days, dragged into darkness, to die here?

I washed my face in the bathroom, forcing myself to clear these crazy thoughts, calming down to continue the game.

The watch placed by the sink flickered with bullet comments, various comments from viewers watching the live stream, within a few minutes, hundreds more bullet comments appeared.

I didn't look, afraid I might lose my composure.

I lay down on the bed for a while, waking up to see the outside still pitch black, grabbing the watch, the time displayed on it startled me awake.

October 19th.

According to the rule, "on odd-numbered dates at midnight, go look at the living room window."

A day had already passed, did I sleep that long? Everyone else in the house seemed to have disappeared, mom didn't come to call me for dinner.

I also didn't feel hungry, as if during the time I slept, everything had stopped, I was living the same day, outside forever raining, forever in unchanging darkness.

Only the date and time on the watch had changed.

Viewers watching the live stream were also commenting: "Is there a time-space distortion in there? Where's the daytime!"

"The rain keeps pouring, won't it flood? If the house floods, can the participants escape and take shelter?"

Reading these wildly imaginative bullet comments, my tense nerves relaxed a bit, this was my only entertainment in this strange game.

As it approached late night, I opened the door, walked down the dim stairs, to find the large floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.

The watch on my wrist suddenly vibrated strangely.

I received a text reminder, with just one sentence: "Absolutely do not go look at the living room window, this rule is wrong!"

Game participants could watch bullet comments, death replays, but couldn't respond to the comments from viewers, similarly, besides bullet comments, no one could contact the participants.

I couldn't trace the sender of the text, who sent it?

My heart skipped a beat, wondering if it was a previous game participant, another "lab rat" like us?

"Who are you? How do you know this rule is wrong?" I sent a message with trembling fingers, but there was no reply for a long time.

The electronic numbers were about to reach midnight.

With only two seconds to choose, I turned around, closed my eyes, in that moment of turning, a large swath of blood rained down from the sky, splattering on the floor-to-ceiling window.

At the same time, the red light on the watch lit up brightly in the darkness.

Another person had been eliminated!