This is a wrong death induction rule.

Half of the participants were eliminated because of this rule, and some survived because they overslept past midnight or questioned the truth of the rule.

If it weren't for that mysterious text message reminder, I might have died too.

I leaned against the wall of the stairs, my heart beating fast, feeling cold all over, with a sense of post-disaster survival.

The barrage was crazy: "You're so lucky! She actually made the right choice!"

"We're safe! Nana will definitely make it to the end and pass the game."

"Damn, that scared me! I was going crazy just now, she was almost walking to the edge of the French window, but she turned around. I thought she would die!!"

"Impressive, how did she know not to look at the French window?"

The death replay also popped up, I casually clicked on two videos.

A blond, blue-eyed foreign handsome man stood in front of the French window, staring outside the window, as if attracted by something, shaking in fear all over, unable to control himself from looking away.

At this moment, a large amount of blood poured down from the top of the window, these bloodstains sticking to the window glass slowly gathered together wriggling, turning into densely packed bright red tentacles.

The glass shattered, countless red tentacles pounced towards the foreign handsome man in the living room.

His live broadcast room was all red, the screen froze.

There was also a similar death for a young man from an island country, making me feel physically uncomfortable.

Viewers could see live broadcasts from all areas, with various comments filling the screen.

"Looks aren't everything, it's all about mental strength and brains! Nana is mighty! Lucky girl!"

As I walked up the stairs, my wristwatch vibrated again, still no source of the text message.

The other party did not answer my question, seemed very urgent, as if in danger.

"I don't have time! I can only tell you one more wrong rule."

I waited for a while, the watch was quiet without any message prompts.

"It" is in danger, unable to send messages again? Or is the flow of time between me and "it" different, so I have to wait for a while before receiving it?

Whichever it is, I cannot know, so I decided not to wait for it.

I went back to the room and finally fell asleep, the heavy footsteps reappeared.

"Dadada..."

"Nana, are you asleep?" The middle-aged woman outside the door roared.

I didn't answer.

My silence angered her, she began to smash the door, the door frame twisted, as if something in the dim corridor was about to rush in the next second.

My heart was in my throat.

In the game, all creatures must follow the rules, whether humans or these strange monsters.

As long as I didn't break the rules, they couldn't influence or harm me!

I calmed down, covered my face with the blanket, and fell into a deep sleep.

4:08 in the early morning.

There's something in my room, it's moving.

I was awakened by the shaking of the bed, not an earthquake, something was wriggling under the bed, tentatively trying to crawl out.

The light in the room was extinguished, the storm outside the window was relentless, only the dazzling lightning could occasionally illuminate the dark and gloomy bedroom.

In the darkness, all senses were heightened, my heart was pounding!

The tension made me incredibly alert, I remembered the third rule: "When there is a sound under the bed, you have to check."

The barrage of comments on the watch.

The message from "it" on the watch still hadn't come, I was not sure if this rule was right or wrong.

The sound under the bed grew louder, black shadows intertwined together, like countless entangled and twisted snakes.

Based on the elimination rate of participants in the game for the past two days.

There should be at least half of the seven rules that are correct, I thought.

Excluding the rules that have appeared, there are still "3, 4, 5, 6" four unknown rules, which means there will be two correct ones, I can only gamble once!

I slowly leaned down beside the bed, my long hair hanging on the cold floor, looking towards the dark and narrow space under the bed...

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