I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

"Waaaaah..."

"Waaaaah..."

Zhao Weilai and Deng Ziwen, who had suppressed their fear for several days, finally erupted upon seeing the skinned corpse.

A young couple, oblivious to the filth on the ground, embraced each other and wept bitterly.

Ding Feifan was also crying, but he had no one to hug, so he just cried and vomited at the same time: "Ugh... ugh—"

The three of them hadn't eaten much to begin with, and now they were vomiting so badly they were shaking all over. In the end, they couldn't even vomit bile and could only dry heave.

The ghosts in the artificial lake previously caused psychological fear.

A skinned, mangled corpse of one of their own lay before them.

The fear of death etched into human DNA awakens, and every cell in the body screams frantically, "Run! Run!"

"It's okay...it's okay, we can go home after we finish the mission..." Deng Ziwen, with tears and snot streaming down his face, hugged Zhao Weilai and cried bitterly.

"I really want to eat the jianbing guozi from that stall near the school gate... I... I still have half a bottle of laundry detergent left in my closet, I should buy a new one..."

—He was clearly so frightened that he started saying whatever came to mind.

Ding Feifan was so frightened he almost jumped out of his skin.

He was just a university counselor, and he usually dealt with minor issues like students skipping classes, failing courses, and arguing.

A skinned corpse.

He never imagined he would see such a scene in his life.

……

The three of them had an emotional breakdown and vomited for a full hour before they could barely calm down.

It's not that I've stopped crying, but rather that there's simply nothing left in my stomach to vomit.

The corpse now lay on the ground, its face turned toward them, its skinless face appearing particularly grotesque in the light that streamed in.

Dark red muscle texture, bulging eyeballs, and drool dripping from the corners of the mouth.

Every detail is impacting one's senses.

Deng Ziwen suppressed his nausea and gripped Zhao Weilai's hand tightly, while the latter swallowed hard, looking somewhat desperate.

"Is it... Luo Yiming and Fang Wei...?"

Ding Feifan's face was deathly pale. Leaning against the wall, he suppressed his nausea and made out his figure:

"I haven't seen them, but it should be."

It took Zhao Wei a long time to finally stop gagging.

She couldn't bear to look at the corpse on the ground—a living, breathing person reduced to this state.

For a moment, she even despicably despised the version of herself who had voluntarily given up her chance to survive during the day.

"There are four cubicles left."

Ding Feifan regained his composure and forced himself to remain calm. "We... need to confirm this."

Deng Ziwen looked at Zhao Weilai, who had vomited to the point where he could vomit nothing more, and hesitated a bit: "How about I go, and you two don't have to watch?"

"No, I want to see."

Zhao Weilai shook his head, waving the mop handle in his hand, "I can do it."

Ding Feifan glanced at her with slight admiration, raised his phone, and walked towards the next cubicle.

The door to the second cubicle was closed.

A pool of old, blackened blood seeped from the crack in the door, sticky and shiny.

Deng Ziwen exchanged a glance with the other two, took a deep breath, and used a wooden stick to brace against the door, slowly applying force.

But even as he strained until his face turned red, the door remained completely still.

It felt like something was blocking it from the inside.

"There's something inside," Zhao Weilai said to the two men, "I'm strong, I'll pry open the door. You two be careful."

Deng Ziwen and Ding Feifan nodded, both gripping their self-defense tools tightly.

Zhao Weilai imitated Deng Ziwen's movements, inserting the wooden stick into the doorknob and gently prying it open—

With a loud bang, the door was forcefully pried open.

An even stronger stench than before enveloped the three people, covering their heads and faces.

Fortunately, the three were prepared and jumped away nimbly.

Zhao Weilai mustered up his courage and looked inside, and instantly gasped in shock.

She felt nauseous again.

The cubicle was very small, with only one squat toilet inside and a water tank that had long since stopped holding water hanging behind it.

A male corpse was found head down.

Something was forced into the narrow sewer opening, shoving his head in.

The corpse's head was severely deformed from being squeezed, a piece of the skull had collapsed, and the hair, mixed with blood and mud, was smeared on the face.

His neck was twisted at an impossible angle, and his shoulders were stuck on the edge of the squat toilet.

Blood flowed down his head and trickled down the edge of the squat toilet.

The blood they just saw came from here.

The three of them could even imagine the fear and despair the other felt before he or she died.

"This isn't something a human would do..." Deng Ziwen muttered to himself, his voice tense. "Is there really a ghost in the toilet?"

No one answered.

The restroom was eerily quiet, with only the rapid breathing of the three people inside.

The corpses on the ground and the corpses in the cubicle, both, died in gruesome ways.

Peel it, and use it to plug the sewer.

None of these are things that a normal human being could do.

Why did they die here?

Zhao Weilai wiped away her tears. "What exactly is in that punishment room? How did they end up in the old school building?"

"I don't know." Ding Feifan shook his head. "No one has been to the punishment room. I think that after they left the punishment room, they must have found the checkpoint at the old school building."

The three stood in silence.

Ten people came in, and two of them are already dead.

Will they really make it out alive?

Will they eventually end up like that, dying in some dark corner and slowly rotting away?

Once the thought popped into my head, I couldn't suppress it.

Fear, like ice water, seeped up from their feet, making the three of them shiver.

……

The door to the third cubicle was also ajar, and like the first one, it opened with a gentle push.

There was only one squat toilet inside, filled with yellowish water.

There was a half-dead body at the sewer opening, crawling with maggots.

Soft, white worms wriggled in dense clusters.

Zhao Weilai glanced at it only once before quickly turning his head away.

The fourth compartment was also empty.

There were only a few dead rats on the ground, who knows how long they had been dead, rotted down to just skin and bones.

Now, only one cubicle remains.

The innermost cubicle.

The door was closed, completely shut.

There was no blood seeping out from under the door panel, nor was there any sound.

The three of them stood at the door of the cubicle, exchanged a glance, and were all somewhat tense.

Movies often feature dramatic scene-stealing moments, and even though it's daytime now, no one can guarantee what might be inside.

Just as the three were hesitating about whether to leave—

"Thump."

A soft sound suddenly came from the other end of the door.

It sounded like someone gently bumped into the door.

The three of them got goosebumps and all six of them started running out at once.

The next second, the door was opened from the inside.

There were no corpses or ghosts in the cubicle.

A grown man was huddled in the corner of the squat toilet, hugging his knees, burying his head in his knees, and trembling all over.

He was wearing a floral T-shirt that looked somewhat familiar.

It's Chow Sang Sang.

He seemed to have heard a noise, and stared intently at the three people.

Compared to when I saw him the day before yesterday, he looks terribly disheveled now.

His hair was a mess, his face was covered in blood and mud, and there were several scratches on his right cheek that had already scabbed over.

"you……"

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse like sandpaper, and then tears welled up in his eyes.

"You've finally arrived..."

"Help me... There's a ghost... There's a ghost in the toilet..."

—As if he had seen something terrifying, Chow Sang-sang jerked back sharply:

"Don't come any closer... Don't look for me..."

"I didn't kill you...it really wasn't me..."

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

He mumbled incoherently, tears and snot mingling together, yet he remained huddled in the corner.

They looked both disheveled and pitiful.

The three looked at each other in bewilderment.

What's Chow Sang Sang doing here?

Didn't he go to the old teaching building?

Why would they hide in a toilet stall in the old school building?

And he said, "I didn't kill you all"...

Who did he kill?

……

"Chow Sang Sang, what are you doing here?"

Ding Feifan took a step forward. "And Luo Yiming and Fang Wei, how did they end up dead here?"

Upon hearing "Luo Yiming and Fang Wei," Zhou Shengsheng's body trembled even more violently.

He clutched his head and screamed, "Don't ask me! I don't know! It was a ghost! It was a toilet ghost! It has nothing to do with me!"

His screams were so sharp and piercing that they echoed through the cramped toilet, almost hurting one's ears.

"Calm down!" Zhao Weilai said, frowning.

"No one's blaming you now, but you need to explain yourself. How did the three of you end up together? What exactly is this check-in task?"

Chow Sang-sang slowly raised her head, her eyes still unfocused, and it took her a long time to focus on the three people's faces.

He was panting heavily as he recounted what had happened in fits and starts:

"I... I met them... They had just come out of the punishment room, covered in injuries... They said the punishment room was full of ghosts..."

It got dark, so we thought we'd find somewhere to hide...

"And then I found this place... I was planning to hide until dawn... but... but who knew there was a ghost in the toilet..."

As he said this, his body began to tremble again, and his eyes were filled with fear:

"It killed Fang Wei first... then skinned him... and hung his skin on the cubicle door..."

"Then it was Luo Yiming...it shoved his head down the sewer...it shoved it in alive...I heard the sound of bones breaking...crack, crack..."

Chow Sang Sang's voice trembled more and more, and his face drained of color, as if he had returned to that scene:

"I hid in this cubicle... afraid to make a sound... and it was pacing back and forth outside... trying to make me open the door..."

"I thought I was going to die... thank goodness you came..."

As he spoke, he started crying again.

Ding Feifan felt a strange pang of sympathy for Zhou Shengsheng as he looked at her pitiful state.

If it were him, witnessing two people die tragically before his eyes, he might be even more devastated than he was.

……

……

"You haven't completed the check-in task?" Zhao Weilai suddenly realized a blind spot. "You still haven't explained what the check-in task here is."

"I...I don't know, I was so scared, I didn't even notice."

Zhou Shengsheng trembled, a sudden fervor flashing in his eyes. "I saw the notice. That cafeteria lady, and those other people, they went out, didn't they? Did they?!"

He pressed for more information, his expression urgent: "How did they get out?! Tell me, tell me!"

Deng Ziwen was closest to him, and his arm was grabbed, leaving several scratches on his arm immediately.

"What are you doing? We kindly saved you, and you repay kindness with enmity?"

Zhao Weilai quickly grabbed Deng Ziwen behind his back like a chick, and was about to answer Zhou Shengsheng's question when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

It seems that Chow Sang Sang hasn't stood up since they came in.

Is his floral T-shirt really that big?

Can it be worn over the legs to cover the entire lower body?

Looking at it this way, Chow Sang Sang seems a bit "small".

This is not a metaphor; even if a normal adult male were to shrink down, he wouldn't be that small.

Unless he only has his upper body left.

Zhao Weilai suddenly realized something, and cold sweat broke out on his back:

Whose is that half-corpse in the third compartment?