I slowly walked down the stairs, and my mother's laughter abruptly stopped. She turned her obese body and gave me a sinister reproachful look, saying, "Why did you just come down?"

I didn't answer, and my mother turned and left the living room.

The door opened, indicating that a new rule had appeared, guiding the players to the living room to play the game.

I noticed the water stains at the entrance, the dirty footprints on the floor, extending all the way to the sofa.

The power in the living room wasn't fixed, so I could only rely on the electric light from outside the window to see the figure sitting on the sofa vaguely.

Is it "Dad"? Has my missing dad returned home?

Hearing the noise, the person on the couch turned his neck, and I could almost hear his bones crackling.

He didn't turn around, but he twisted his neck to face me at an angle that humans couldn't achieve.

"Nana, I've come to see you!"

An old, hoarse voice, not my middle-aged "dad"!

A stranger appeared in the house!

At the same time, I remembered the fourth rule: "When there are strangers in the house, don't look into their eyes."

My mother appeared behind me, I don't know when, and she sternly scolded me, "Nana, you're so ignorant. Is this how your school teacher taught you? Grandpa came all the way in the pouring rain, just to see you, and you didn't even say hello or raise your head! When someone talks to you, you should look into their eyes. That's the minimum respect!"

I didn't move, and my mother angrily walked behind me.

A cold feeling immediately swept over me...

The watch on my wrist started vibrating, and I almost forgot about the mysterious sender. "It" sent another message: "The fourth rule is wrong!"

My hands and feet turned cold, and as my grandpa twisted and stood up, I immediately lifted my head to look into his eyes.

The wriggling thing behind my grandpa disappeared.

An indescribable smile appeared on his withered face. "Nana, you've grown taller. Do you still remember me?"

With a stiff scalp, I said, "I remember."

"Good girl! Study hard." These monsters were really good at acting.

At the same time, the watch on my wrist lit up with a red light.

My mother frowned and asked, "What is this thing?"

I quickly covered the red light on the watch with my hand. "The smartwatch is out of battery. I'm going upstairs to charge it."

My mother said in a displeased tone, "Just buying useless things. Come down for dinner later."

I asked one more question, "What about my brother?"

My mother froze and stared at me with a terrifying and gloomy look. "Your brother is at school. Your brother has good grades. Stop bothering your brother all the time!"

Based on my mother's reaction, I made a few guesses.

My brother can leave the house and is not bound by the general rules, or the general rules are wrong.

My mother and my brother have a strange relationship. Are my mother and my brother not the same kind of "thing"?

If my brother is one of the "players" left behind, can I trust what he says?

Will he genuinely help me escape?

The speculations I wrote on paper can also be seen by the viewers watching the livestream.

"Nana, stay calm and attentive. Let's maintain our state and win steadily!"

"You can trust your brother!! Don't hesitate anymore!"

According to my speculations, my brother is a "guinea pig" trapped in the game. Why couldn't he escape the strange tale game?

Did he lose?

What will happen to the people who remain here? Will they be controlled by the monsters or maintain their human consciousness?

I couldn't come to a conclusion, so I turned off the barrage and the death replay popped up.

Those participants who believed in the rules and didn't look into the eyes of the unfamiliar visitors were dragged into darkness and torn to pieces by the tentacles that emerged from behind their grandfathers.

This death rule eliminated fiveparticipants, leaving only me, my mother, and my brother.

Only three of us remained, and the game was getting more intense.

I couldn't trust anyone, not even myself.

To be continued...