I made myself the protagonist

Heavy raindrops hit the windows fiercely, and the temperature in the cell also dropped a lot.

In the darkness, Ling Yun was not sleepy at all. He closed his eyes and listened with bated breath to the movement outside the cell.

More than half an hour has passed, and the heavy rain outside the window is still falling non-stop. Big drops of raindrops hit the glass window hard, and with the sound of crackling rain, a bolt of lightning flashed——

On the wall of the corridor, which was as bright as day, a strange and twisted black shadow appeared.

At the same time, Ling Yun, Shen Tinglan and others who were lying on the bed felt a bone-chilling chill coming from outside the cage almost at the same time.

Coming!

Ling Yun's hands under the quilt clenched the edge of the bed tightly, and tremors spread down his spine throughout his body. Although he could not see the scene outside, and there was no movement from outside, at this moment, he could feel a pair of terrifying and sinister figures outside the cell.

eyes are looking at him.

Ling Yun adjusted his breathing and tried to behave as naturally as possible.

The oppressive feeling brought by that thing was not inferior to the evil ghost he met in Jiangjing Mental Hospital before. Now, the distance between it and him was only two meters, and Ling Yun also knew very well that in front of it, the cell door

The gate is in name only.

Without the supernatural props, it would be easier to kill itself than to kill an ant.

But it didn't take action. Ling Yun knew that it was observing him.

At the same time, in a cell in the North District.

Zhou Chenggang curled up in bed, his whole body soaked in cold sweat. It was only twelve o'clock, but the strong need to urinate made it impossible for him to fall asleep.

As Zhao Sicheng and others said, he is a newcomer who has just entered the space. He has just passed his first novice assessment not long ago. In terms of psychological quality, Zhou Chenggang can be said to be the worst among everyone.

The other two companions traveling with him were the muscular middle-aged man named Kong Xiang and the other ordinary-looking man named Wang Tianxing.

Compared with Zhou Chenggang, the experience of these two people is not much richer; now this dungeon is their third assessment.

After entering the mission, he and two other companions also learned about the strange legends about this prison from the prisoners; at the same time, they also discovered four other players.

Out of caution, Kong Xiang did not immediately exchange information with those people. Because he was not sure whether the other party was like Zhou Chenggang, a rookie with little experience who would only be a hindrance.

Therefore, Kong Xiang planned to wait until the next day to see the situation. If the four people could survive the first night safely, he would discuss the mission with them then.

At this moment, Zhou Chenggang was extremely upset: He was naturally timid and stage frightened. He would usually be frightened into a sweat when he went on stage at school and said a few words. After hearing about the prison, he was tossing and turning nervously. But now,

His bladder is really uncomfortably bloated. He's such a big man, he can't pee on the bed, right?

Because of the heavy rain, the temperature in the cell was extremely cold. The prisoner in the bed opposite was sleeping very soundly, and the loud snoring made him uneasy and unable to sleep. But it was precisely because there was someone in the room that Zhou Chenggang felt fear in his heart.

This relieved it a lot.

The prisoners' murmurs and coughs could be heard from the cell next door. It was quiet outside, and it didn't seem as dangerous as others said.

After struggling for more than ten minutes, Zhou Chenggang couldn't hold it in any longer.

Anyway...as long as you don't open your eyes, it'll be fine, right?

The spittoon is by the wall at the foot of the bed, only about two meters away from my bed.

Thinking of this, Zhou Chenggang plucked up the courage, quietly lifted the quilt and got out of bed. In the darkness, he closed his eyes and explored the ground with his feet, and finally found his slippers.

Zhou Chenggang held the edge of the bed and rubbed against the wall little by little. He kept stretching out his toes to test the front. Finally... he felt that he had kicked the spittoon.

After quickly solving the problem, Zhou Chenggang breathed a sigh of relief, and a big stone in his heart suddenly fell to the ground.

After lifting up his pants, he stretched out his hand and groped around in the darkness, and soon he touched the wall.

However, for some reason, the wall felt wet and sticky at this time. Not only that, a strong fishy smell also penetrated the bottom of his nose.

"Da da"

A few drops of cold liquid suddenly fell on his face from above, and Zhou Chenggang suddenly got goosebumps: Could it be that the prison was leaking?

The temperature around him seemed to be lower than before. Zhou Chenggang shivered, and an ominous premonition came to his heart. He raised his legs and subconsciously wanted to walk to the bed, but he felt that there seemed to be something strange under his feet. The ground became

It was sticky, like the feeling of being stepped on after a drink was spilled on the ground and dried.

Zhou Chenggang's breathing became heavier. He took long steps cautiously and climbed onto the bed in a few seconds.

Under the quilt, Zhou Chenggang's body was trembling, and by his ears, the rain was still dripping down.

After more than ten minutes, he could feel that his bed was completely soaked by the rain. Zhou Chenggang reached out and touched it, and found that the rain was also mixed with leaves and weeds. After a while, his bed had changed.

Got a mess.

Unknowingly, the snoring of the inmate opposite disappeared. Not only that, there was no movement from the cell next door.

In the whole room, apart from the sound of dripping water, the only sound was his own heavy breathing.

What's going on?!

When will it get dawn???

In the darkness with no concept of time, Zhou Chenggang, wrapped in a wet quilt, finally collapsed.

If you just take a quick look, there should be no problem, right?

Taking a chance, he slowly opened his eyes in the darkness, trying to see clearly what was going on around him.

…

"Ahhh! Someone is dead!"

The next morning, a scream broke the peace of the prison.

Ling Yun suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up from the bed.

Last night, the terrifying aura stayed at my door for an unknown length of time, and then gradually disappeared. At four or five o'clock in the morning, sleepiness hit my heart, and I couldn't stand it anymore, so I fell asleep.

Ling Yun quickly ran to the cell door and suddenly heard the footsteps of the prison guards outside. The source of the sound was the North District Cell. It seemed that Shen Tinglan and the others were fine.

"Eighty percent of the newcomers who came in with you yesterday are dead." Wang Qin yawned, as if he was no longer surprised by this.

Not only him, Ling Yun noticed that the prisoners in other cells were also discussing this matter with great interest at this moment, and even made bets on who would be killed.

"Aren't you afraid?" Ling Yun couldn't help but ask.

"I was scared, but I got used to it later." Wang Qin was also very honest: "Over time, everyone has acquiesced in the rules here: as long as you abide by them honestly, you can survive. You see, all along, those people

Everything is fine. The guy who died last night must have opened his eyes after twelve o'clock."

Ling Yun didn't speak. He suddenly thought of something:

In past missions, as long as the player dies, the body will be erased from the space and disappear completely.

According to the previous settings, the dead player should have disappeared mysteriously. But just now, he clearly heard the prisoner in the north shouting "He's dead."

In other words...this time, the player's body was preserved.

And this means that there must be some clues on the body!