Not to mention an hour, it's only been a few minutes since I got up. There's obviously something wrong with the time shown on my phone.

Signaling his roommate to be quiet, Tang Xinjue counted quietly:

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5..."

At the fifth second, the time jumped to 9:01. Five seconds later, the screen changed to 9:02.

Zheng and Guo held their breath, their pupils constricted. What was going on?

"From this," Tang Xin Jue put down his phone and concluded, "the speed of time in the test is about 12 times faster than real time."

From eight in the morning to eight in the evening, it is 12 hours on the surface, but in fact, they only have one hour to act!

——To be more precise, if you remove the last 5 minutes, there are only 55 minutes left.

Even if we could thoroughly search the dormitory in this short period of time, we might not be able to find out what Xiaohong wants. What's more, Zhang You is now missing and his life or death is unknown, and there are only three people left.

Guo Guo looked devastated. "This game is so awful! What can we do now?"

"You can't be as blind as a headless fly. Just like when doing a test, you must first understand the logic and approach of the question."

Tang Xinjue calmed down instead. She took out a piece of paper and wrote down two words: Xiaohong and dormitory.

A line connects Xiaohong and the dormitory. "As the title suggests, Xiaohong is a member of our dormitory. Here are her lost items and her desk. When night falls, she walks around the dormitory."

Guo Guo shuddered and listened attentively with his neck hunched.

Tang Xin Jue circled the line. "If that's the case, Xiao Hong must have left traces of her life in the dormitory. Perhaps it's daily necessities, or perhaps other clues. Finding these things will help us further decipher Xiao Hong's identity."

The test questions and prompts all mentioned words such as "Xiaohong has a boyfriend" and "Xiaohong loves cleanliness". If Xiaohong's information was not important, these prompts would not be given.

After deciding on the initial action, the three men immediately set out.

Because everyone knows their own things best, the three of them first searched their beds, desks, wardrobes and washing areas. Once they found something they had never seen before, it was most likely related to "Xiaohong".

"Be careful when you look for it."

Tang Xinjue lowered his eyes, "After all, Xiaohong doesn't like her desk to be messed up."

Zheng Wanqing readily agreed and continued to work quickly, but Guo Guo was stunned for a moment, as if realizing something. He pursed his lips with a pale face and carefully moved to his position to check.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the shuffling of tables and chairs and the rummaging of things. About five minutes later, Guo Guo suddenly let out a suppressed cry of surprise, "I've got a notebook here!"

Guo Guo pointed tremblingly at the small bookshelf beside his desk. On it was a dark red notebook with half of its cover exposed. Apparently, when Guo Guo discovered it, he was too scared to take it out directly and only pulled out half of it.

Tang Xinjue came over and took it out. When her skin touched the cover, she could feel the abnormally low temperature. It reminded her of the white monster last night, which was also cold and gloomy... Is this a common feature of ghosts and monsters in the game?

Turning to the inner pages, the first page showed a crooked stick figure wearing a skirt and with long hair reaching down to her thighs. Her features were very obvious.

"It looks like Xiaohong herself."

Tang Xin Jue turned to the second page, where a few lines of words were scribbled.

[9.01 I'm so nervous about going on a date. What if (crossed out) I don't like her? My roommates suggested I prepare well. Oh, they're so thoughtful. My roommates are the best roommates in the world.]

Next page.

[9.02 The makeup I spent all my money on online has arrived. I don't know how to use it, so I sit in front of the mirror and cry. My roommates stay away and don't even come over to help me put on my makeup. Are they doing this on purpose? They must be trying to embarrass me and make me laugh! Disgusting bitches! I'm going to punish them...]

Next page.

[9.03 Okay, they've paid the price, let's forgive them for now.]

[Oh, right, I'm going on a date with (crossed out) tonight, so I have to get ready. My roommates said they'd keep track of my stuff, so if I lose it, I can just ask them for it. Oh, they're so thoughtful. My roommates are the best roommates in the world.]

...After reading the last sentence, several people complained in their hearts at the same time: I don’t believe you.

Oh, no, this person really seems to be a ghost.

Turning the page again, the following pages are blank, and the record ends here.

The air was silent for two seconds, and Guo Guo suddenly asked in a low voice: "What day is it today?"

"September 4th."

"...So isn't today the day?"

According to the time in her diary, Xiaohong will write another new entry today. Combined with the record on September 2nd, it's not difficult to deduce that if Tang Xinjue and the others fail to find Xiaohong's lost items, they will be punished like the roommates who failed to apply makeup to her before.

What the punishment was? No one knew.

Putting the notebook back to its original place, Tang Xinjue looked at the time. Time was passing at 12 times the speed and it was already 11 o'clock in the morning.

Zheng Wanqing's stomach growled, followed by Guo Guo. Both of them looked embarrassed and looked at Tang Xinjue somewhat at a loss.

Tang Xin Jue pressed his lower abdomen: "I feel very hungry too. The feeling of hunger feels like it has been half a day."

If it were just a few hours of thrilling last night and a morning without food, they could still bear it, but no one could stand going hungry for several meals in a row. Tang Xinjue said without hesitation, "Let's eat first."

Zheng Wanqing gritted her teeth and said, "You guys eat first, I can still hold on..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw Tang Xinjue's body sway, and she quickly rushed over to help him sit on a chair, "Are you okay?"

Tang Xinjue already looked thin and malnourished, and now his face was pale, as if the wind would blow him away, so weak that he could not be helped. She raised her eyelids and whispered soothingly, "It's okay, I just had a little low blood sugar and fainted a little."

Zheng Wanqing didn't listen at all. She hurriedly grabbed all the snacks on her desk, opened the bags and started to feed the bread to Tang Xinjue. "Guo Guo, why are you standing there? Hurry up and get some water. Can't you see that Xinjue is almost fainting?"

"I'm really fine, I just need to eat something, don't worry about me..."

Facing Zheng Wanqing's completely disbelieving gaze, Tang Xinjue sighed helplessly, knowing that his words were in vain. After all, with her frail appearance, her words were truly unconvincing.

Besides, she did not feel well just now. She checked her [Physical Information] and saw another negative attribute:

[Excessive hunger, health value -3]

Zheng Wanqing and Guo Guo also lost 5 and 7 health points. Guo Guo's health bar dropped directly below the yellow line, changing from [Healthy] to [Minor Injury].

Guo Guo was on the verge of tears. "Why is my health dropping so fast? Is there anyone who can care about me?"

After struggling for a long time, Tang Xin Jue, who looked the weakest, was actually the least damaged. He swallowed two small butter buns, rested for less than a minute, shook his head and stood up, "I'm fine, I'll go continue."

In case the other two didn't believe her, she opened her [Identity Information] and stretched forward. Her hunger state had disappeared, and even the influence of her sanity value had been restored. Her health bar was directly filled to 100%.

The two who were still wolfing down their food and fighting against the negative state: "......???"

Guo Guo: "Jue Shen, your appearance and physical fitness are definitely inversely proportional, right? My goodness, the story of Lin Daiyu uprooting a weeping willow was based on you, right?"

"Have you ever seen Lin Daiyu holding a toilet plunger?" Tang Xinjue smiled, clapped his hands and returned to the wardrobe.

Two double-door wardrobes stood at the entrance to the dormitory, the doors numbered 1 to 4. Perhaps to save space in the cramped length of the dormitory, the wardrobes were designed to be narrow and deep. At first glance, the inside was pitch black, requiring one to stick their heads in to see clearly.

I hadn't noticed anything before, but now I realize that these deep corners all reveal a dangerous atmosphere that could be the stuff of horror movies. Tang Xinjue frowned, temporarily suppressing his thoughts and concentrating on searching.

After a few seconds, she suddenly had an idea and followed her intuition to look at the right corner of the cabinet.

Although she hadn't seen it yet, a sudden strong premonition told her that there was probably something there.

He suppressed his palpitations and rummaged through his clothes. Sure enough, he touched a cold, hard metal object. When he pulled his hand out, there was a mobile phone in his palm.

"What is this, a cell phone?"

"Are you stupid? This phone is in Xin Jue's closet, but it's not hers. It must be Xiao Hong's! But... why does it look so retro?"

The two men came quickly, holding half-eaten bread, staring at each other.

It's no wonder Zheng Wanqing didn't recognize it. The pink flip phone, adorned with rhinestones, was a design from years ago, both in style and size. It gave off a strong sense of age. If it weren't for the fact that it actually worked after opening, it would have looked like a toy.

Tang Xinjue pondered, "It seems our roommate Xiaohong started school a little early."

Just like the phones of that era without lock screens, the phone interface lights up as soon as you open the cover. There are no apps inside, just basic functions such as calling, texting, and camera.

"There is no network signal, but there is a communication signal."

When I opened the address book, there were only four contacts in it. The mobile phone numbers were displayed as a mess of garbled characters, and only the notes were barely legible.

In black text on a white background, there were four notes arranged in order: "Dear, my best friend Xiaolu, my counselor, and my supermarket owner."

Tang Xinjue read out the notes one by one, raised his eyebrows, but before he could say anything, the thing in his hand suddenly vibrated.

"Ding ding ding, ding ding ding—"

An unknown call alert appeared on the phone screen.

"Fuck, a ghost call?" Guo Guo pulled Zheng Wanqing back, as if being frightened had become a reflex, his eyes filled with fear. "You're not going to answer it, are you?"

At this moment, a hundred ways to die, including The Ring, had already emerged in her mind. However, Tang Xinjue lowered his eyes and thought for two seconds before clicking to answer the call.

“Beep—beep—”

"Hello, hello, can you hear me?"

Accompanied by rapid breathing, an all-too-familiar anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.