You made all the streamers on the internet kneel before you when you were asked to make a game.

Now, the only clue has been lost.

In absolute darkness, search for a vengeful spirit that can move at high speed and make sounds at will.

This is simply an impossible task.

The gap in the iron gate was large enough for a person to crawl through.

Pale white hands were reaching in from outside, scratching haphazardly.

In the live stream, the chat was also filled with puzzled expressions.

Finding a ghost in complete darkness in five minutes? How is that even possible?

That clown was definitely a malicious act by the developers! They never intended for the players to survive!

[Scientology Cult Leader: No, there's a way. Don't forget, there's one person whose senses are different from ours.]

Lu Zhixing's golden bullet screen appeared again, and everyone was stunned.

Is there another person whose senses are different?

Who?

Just then.

The veteran driver, who had been protected by Brother Long and had not participated in the search due to temporary blindness, suddenly spoke up.

His voice was weak, yet carried a hint of uncertainty.

"I...I think I...can 'smell' it."

"Smell it?" Brother Long was stunned, supporting the old driver with a bewildered expression.

"Is your nose like a dog's? What are you sniffing in the dark?"

"No...not by smelling it with your nose."

The old driver's voice was weak and intermittent.

"Yes...that's the feeling...Even though I can't see, I seem to have become particularly sensitive to certain smells."

In this warehouse, he smelled a deathly aura, a mixture of decay and resentment from countless severed limbs.

That smell was cold and piercing, drilling straight into his brain.

"It...it's right...on my left..."

The experienced driver raised his trembling hand and pointed into the darkness.

"About... five steps away, close to the ground..."

Following his memory from before the darkness, Liu Yedao immediately ran in the direction the old driver had pointed.

Soon, we reached the location the experienced driver had described.

My fingertips touched something cold, like the texture of ceramic.

It's that clown doll's face!

"Found it!"

With a low shout, Liu Yedao gripped the face tightly with his five fingers like hooks.

"Hehe...you found me..."

The captured clown doll was not alarmed; instead, it let out an even happier laugh.

"But...it seems like we're running out of time..."

"boom!!!"

With its laughter, the iron gate behind it finally collapsed with a crash after countless impacts.

Hundreds of faceless craftsmen with red eyes flooded into the small warehouse.

As soon as Liu Yedao's hand grasped the clown doll, he felt it slip.

The doll's body instantly transformed into a pool of slippery, foul-smelling black liquid, which slipped through her fingers.

Then they reassembled at the other end of the warehouse.

"Just kidding, hehehe..." The clown mascot clapped his hands and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

Why should I tell you about the exit?

"Wouldn't it be more fun to turn you all into my toys?"

It had no intention of keeping its promises at all.

From the very beginning, its intention was to drag everyone down here!

"Grass!"

Brother Long couldn't help but swear.

That thing is so damn sneaky!

The wave of faceless artisans was about to completely engulf them.

There was nowhere left for them to retreat.

The ghost bride once again stood at the forefront, her blood-red wedding dress gleaming brightly, ready for a final, desperate struggle.

It was at this moment of despair.

"Found it."

The cold voice of the lancet rang out again.

The warehouse was now broken, and light poured in.

Her gaze was fixed on the corner piled with parts where the clown doll had first appeared.

"What did you find?" Brother Long was almost in tears. "Big sister, what time is it? What are you still looking for!"

The lancet did not respond.

She darted forward and rushed to the pile of parts.

Then, with a burst of strength from both hands, he violently overturned the pile of broken torsos on top.

Beneath those broken torsos, a concealed, dark entrance leading underground was revealed.

It was an inlet, similar to a sewage pipe.

"It just crawled out from here!" Lancet said in the team chat.

"In hide-and-seek, it's not itself that's hiding, but the exit!"

Everyone suddenly realized that this was the real answer to the game!

They were all misled by the Joker, believing they were looking for its true form.

But what's truly hidden is this path to survival!

"Hurry up!"

Lancet was the first to jump, followed closely by Professor Chen.

Brother Long carried the old driver and plunged into the dark cave entrance.

The ghost bride stayed behind.

She turned around and gave a cold look at the still-laughing clown puppet and the army of faceless craftsmen who had rushed towards her.

Then she waved her hand.

A surge of powerful yin energy transformed into a blood-red ice wall, instantly sealing off the cave entrance completely.

"boom!"

Almost the instant the ice wall took shape, countless attacks rained down upon it.

The ice wall trembled violently, but it could hold on for a short time.

"Hehe...Do you think you can escape...?"

The clown puppet's laughter drifted faintly through the ice wall.

"Downstairs is the kitchen..."

"I hope you... like the food there..."

……

slip.

黏。

Smelly.

This was Brother Long's first feeling after jumping into the pipe.

The entire inner wall of the pipe was covered with a thick, unidentified, viscous liquid that was slippery to the touch.

The air was filled with a smell that seemed to be a mixture of sewer and slaughterhouse odors.

"Cough cough... What the hell is this place?!"

Brother Long carried the old driver on his back, stumbling forward in the darkness, feeling like he was about to vomit from the stench.

This is a pipe that slopes downwards, with a gentle gradient, but it is very long.

They walked for nearly ten minutes before finally seeing a faint light ahead.

And there was also... the sound of "splashing" water.

"There's an exit!"