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

Now that the check-in task had been triggered, the three decided to discuss their strategy first.

"Since they require 'solitary' action, then we must avoid all possible violations. First, drag the body out, then tie up Chow Sang Sang."

Ding Feifan looked at Deng Ziwen and Zhao Weilai: "Let's go to the administration building to get some food to conserve our energy. We'll see what happens tonight."

"I think I've figured out a pattern."

Deng Ziwen weakly interjected: "The rules of the game require us to go to sleep after lights out, but the check-in tasks for the administration building and the old school building require us to complete them in the early morning."

Does this mean that the rules for checking in are above the rules for completing instances?

"It's possible that the thing in the white mist isn't the same as the monster in the game."

After Zhao Weilai finished speaking, he went to the abandoned dormitory next door, found a roll of hemp rope, and tied Zhou Shengsheng tightly to the water pipe.

She was strong and used a lot of force, and Zhou Shengsheng kept crying out in pain.

"If you're not tied up tighter, what if you get possessed by a ghost and open the bathroom door?"

Zhao Weilai spoke eloquently, and Zhou Shengsheng, who was only half-finished, suddenly realized what was going on and pitifully begged her to tie it tighter.

The rough hemp rope chafed his flesh, causing him to grimace in pain and break out in a cold sweat, but he dared not utter a sound.

……

……

While Zhao Weilai was tying up the people, Deng Ziwen and Ding Feifan were dealing with the two corpses outside.

The process of dragging the corpse was like a long torture.

When the two returned, their faces were as white as ghosts.

Zhao Weilai didn't dare to ask.

……

Around 9 p.m., the three of them, having rested, returned to the old school building.

Chow Sang Sang hung on the water pipe like a big kite, and at first glance it looked like a moth with a human face.

He heard the three people making noise, but didn't dare to say anything. He just begged them to lock the cubicle door for him.

Zhao Weilai loathed him and had no intention of helping him at all.

"Sigh, I'll go instead."

In the end, Ding Feifan locked the door for him from the inside, and then climbed over the water tank to another cubicle.

Time passed by, bit by bit.

The toilet was unusually cold, and after nightfall, wisps of white mist began to seep from the floor.

The wild grass outside the building swayed in the wind, and the rustling sound inexplicably reminded people of creatures with many legs.

The three of them each chose a cubicle.

Zhao Weilai chose number three, a middle position, with people on both sides, which made him feel more at ease.

Deng Ziwen was in number four, right next to her on the right.

Ding Feifan chose number two.

"Check all the latches, lock the door, and then plug the hole with something."

Ding Feifan's voice came through the partition, "Remember what we agreed on: don't look up, don't open the door, and try to hold out until dawn, then we'll win."

"understood."

"Okay, keep it up."

Zhao Weilai inspected the iron pin.

It's the kind of old-fashioned latch that's long been obsolete, and the lock on it is rusty.

Fortunately, it was quite sturdy once plugged in.

Zhao Weilai tried to pull the door, but found it was a bit shaky, so she propped the mop handle against the door.

That makes it impossible to push it open from the outside all at once.

……

……

Time ticked by, and the batteries in all three phones finally ran out.

11:38, 11:59...

Midnight.

12:30.

It was exactly 1 a.m.

[Toilet Ghost Stories Challenge Begins.]

The temperature in the cramped cubicle plummeted the moment the words were written.

Zhao Weilai shivered.

White mist seeped in through the cracks in the door and the gaps in the partition below, slowly spreading out at my feet.

The stench in the air suddenly intensified.

coming.

Zhao Weilai held his breath, staring intently at the gap below the door panel.

The gap under the door panel was only a finger's width, and the three of them tried to plug it up with something.

At this moment, only the white mist seeping in could be vaguely seen.

For the first ten minutes, nothing happened.

The toilet was eerily quiet.

Zhao Weilai even had the illusion that she could just calmly endure until dawn.

A few minutes later, footsteps suddenly came from the corridor.

The sound was quick and soft.

Like a slender person, lightly stepping on the cement ground.

"Pat-pat, pat-pat".

Step by step, the sound came from the end of the corridor, heading towards the toilet.

Zhao Weilai's heart was in his throat.

The footsteps stopped at the toilet door.

"Squeak—"

The old wooden door was slowly pushed open, emitting a piercing groan.

Footsteps entered the restroom.

Zhao Weilai could even pinpoint its location clearly.

At the door of compartment number one… it stopped, and then a sound rang out:

"Excuse me... would you like red toilet paper or green toilet paper?"

The voice was deep and rough, like someone whose throat was full of water, and then humming it out from their throat with their head raised.

There was no one in compartment number one, so of course there was no sound.

The voice patiently asked twice more.

"Excuse me... would you like red toilet paper or green toilet paper?"

"Excuse me... would you like red toilet paper or green toilet paper?"

After a pause of about ten minutes, the sound began to move.

It stopped in the second compartment, where Ding Feifan was.

The rules require an answer, but it is known that choosing any option will result in death.

Zhao Weilai held his breath, waiting for Ding Feifan's answer.

She heard Ding Feifan respond in a trembling, low voice:

"I don't want either of them."

"I don't want toilet paper."

"You should leave now."

The three conversations were all conducted in silence.

The thing stopped in compartment number two for about five minutes, then slowly moved forward and stopped at the door of compartment number three.

It was Zhao Weilai's cubicle.

Her breathing stopped instantly, and her whole body stiffened.

She bit her lower lip hard, trying not to make a sound.

Then she saw the clutter she had used to seal the gaps being pushed aside, and a hand slowly reached in from the gap under the partition.

It is a hand that has been skinned.

There is no skin; the dark red muscles and tendons are clearly visible, the outline of the finger bones protrudes, and the nails are curled up.

Blood dripped from his fingertips as his hand slowly reached out, inching inwards as if trying to grasp something.

Zhao Weilai huddled in the corner, wishing he could embed himself into the wall.

"Excuse me... would you like red toilet paper or green toilet paper?"

Zhao Weilai mimicked Ding Feifan's reply, quickly saying, "I don't want toilet paper, I don't want anything, you should leave now."

He patted his palm on the ground, then reluctantly withdrew it.

Then comes the fourth compartment.

Having learned from the previous two experiences, Deng Ziwen in cubicle number four, though frightened, still forced himself to answer.

This time he answered very quickly, and the toilet ghost only stayed for three minutes before leaving.

Then there was Chow Sang Sang's room number five.

But this time, the questions were different.

"Excuse me... would you like red toilet paper or green toilet paper?"

"Red...peeled clean...it didn't hurt at all..."

"Green...it feels so good...warm and cozy..."

"You choose one..."

The voice was sticky and cloying, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, trying to burrow into your ear.

Zhao Weilai's expression suddenly changed; she assumed Zhou Shengsheng was withholding information—

The next second, the sound of the door being pushed open rang out along with Chow Sang-sang's scream:

"How did you get in? Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! I know the answer! I know how to choose!"

"A ghost!!"

"Help me, help me!"

"I can't die here! Help me! Help me!!"

Finally, there was an extremely piercing scream.

Zhao Weilai huddled in a corner, clutching his head, tears streaming down his face.

Why did a ghost get into the cubicle?!

Ding Feifan locked the door for him; there couldn't possibly be a mistake!

If the door wasn't locked, then according to Chow Sang Sang, if the door wasn't locked, he wouldn't be able to enter the game, and he shouldn't have been bothered by the toilet ghost.

If the door is locked, how does the toilet ghost get into the stall?

Can't check-ins be repeated?

Between Chow Sang Sang and Ding Feifan, who is lying?

The fear of life and death mixed with confusion swirled in Zhao Weiran's mind, and he numbly covered his ears.

Chow Sang Sang's screams were already intermittent.

His struggles traveled through the water pipes to the other cubicles, and the three of them dared not even breathe.

The toilet ghost stayed in the last cubicle for a full hour.

Zhao Weilai could even clearly hear the tearing sound of human skin tissue separating from flesh.

After an unknown amount of time, the toilet returned to complete silence.

There was no sound from compartment number five.

[Announcement: Player Chow Sang Sang failed to check in and has died.]

The cold, ink-wash characters reappeared eerily in their field of vision, and all three of them shivered simultaneously.

Zhou Sheng is dead.

Only the three of them are left alive in the instance.

The footsteps were slowly walking back.

"Pat-pat, pat," they walked slowly through each cubicle again.

This time, it didn't ask any questions, it just walked slowly.

Zhao Weilai's heart was in his throat until the footsteps left the bathroom and the wooden door creaked shut, at which point he slowly returned to his original position.

It's gone.

She dared not let her guard down and remained motionless in her posture.

About half an hour later, there was no more movement outside.

Ding Feifan's confident voice rang out from next door, "Zhou Shengsheng lied. He did participate in the check-in, but he failed."

Zhao Weilai also realized:

The toilet ghost takes time to kill people, and it will temporarily leave the bathroom after killing someone.

This is probably what Chow Sang Sang is hiding.

He survived yesterday probably thanks to Luo Yiming and Fang Wei.

As for his claim that he "killed someone"—it was nothing more than a ploy to trick Luo Yiming and Fang Wei into choosing the wrong answer.

Even after figuring things out, Zhao Weilai didn't feel any more relaxed.

She gritted her teeth and softly asked, "Director Ding... Zhou Shengsheng's door, are you really, really locked?"

Ding Feifan did not answer.