Xia Chuhe placed his ballot on the computer desk; it read "abstain."

The same answer as a high school student.

When a high school student was attacked by a ghostly hand for the first time and fell to the ground, she picked up the item card of the first deceased NPC. She took the opportunity to check the function of the item card and found that it could indeed see through everyone's identity.

In the previous two rounds of the game, she had been secretly hoping that the function could be transferred to her, but unfortunately it didn't.

To her, the prop card was a useless card.

Xia Chuhe faced the danger of being voted out during the second vote.

A high school student, wanting to improve Xia Chuhe's situation, cleverly used a discarded card to fool everyone... no, not everyone.

She probably only managed to fool the plaid shirt.

At this moment, a high school student is giving himself a pep talk: He wasn't human; he was just an NPC in a game. I didn't kill him; the game's creator killed him; a ghost killed him.

Mr. Dai gently lifted his foot and stomped heavily on the plaid shirt's ballot: "Idiot, boring."

He tilted his head and grinned wickedly: "Kid, you don't think he's just an NPC, do you? Let me tell you, no, he's a real person I pulled from an internet cafe!"

A high school student: "!!!"

The sky has fallen.

The fragile mental preparation I had just made collapsed completely, leaving not a trace.

Xia Chuhe tapped on the computer desk and said coldly, "Go up there, squat down, the real battle has just begun."

A high school student was so engrossed in his own world that he didn't notice the voting issue, but Xia Chuhe keenly observed it.

The saying "voting the wrong ballot will lead to death" has come true for the person wearing the plaid shirt.

The idea that people who get the wrong vote will die didn't come true for Mr. Dai.

Leaving Mr. Dai aside for the moment, now that only himself, his younger self, and the blue-collar worker remain, the ghost's identity is obvious.

Xia Chuhe stared at his younger self, who was squatting dejectedly on the computer desk, looking moldy. He then turned to Mr. Dai and smiled, "Xiao Dai, can you explain why you're alright?"

“I’m not a ghost!” Mr. Dai said matter-of-factly, his smile growing increasingly sinister. “Of course, I’m not human either. I’m a god, the god who created the game. Voting for me would be a huge mistake.”

"Unfortunately, the death of that idiot completely ruined the game." Mr. Dai looked at the blue-collar worker. "Right, Mr. Ghost?"

"Heh heh, you all have to die!" The blue-collar worker grinned sinisterly and waved his arm.

On the screen, the ghostly hand stretched and contracted erratically, the wires underneath became tangled together, and the keyboard on the table began to disintegrate, with keycaps flying off like bullets.

Xia Chuhe slammed his hand down on the nearest keyboard.

The blue-collar worker was stunned. How could this be?

Now it's the ghost's turn to catch people. She touched the keyboard, which is equivalent to touching a part of the ghost. Why is she okay?

Unfortunately, before the blue-collar worker could figure it out, a fire broke out around him, which frightened him so much that he squatted on the ground again and muttered to himself.

Xia Chuhe cursed under his breath, thinking to himself that he had been blinded by greed and had actually fallen for Xiao Dai's little trick.

Instead of using his powerful abilities, he foolishly followed his rules and played his flawed game.

The real demon was trapped by the flames, and the powers of the surrounding demons gradually subsided.

"Since you're just sitting in there doing nothing anyway, why don't you open the iron gate and let us see what's inside?" Xia Chuhe's voice, somewhat ethereal, reached the blue-collar worker's ears through the fire curtain.

He seemed to be touched by something sad, and began to silently shed tears. Unfortunately, the temperature of the flames was too high, and the tears were evaporated at the corners of his eyes before they could fall.

Time ticked by, and before the "ding" sound rang out, the blue-collar worker pulled out a screwdriver and opened the door beneath his feet.

Xia Chuhe and a high school student unsurprisingly voted for the blue-collar worker, eliminating the ghost from the election.

Xia Chuhe extinguished the flames and jumped to the iron gate: "Let's go down and take a look?"

A high school student almost lost his ability to think and blankly followed Xia Chuhe's instructions.

The two men went down to the basement with Mr. Dai. There was a working computer in the basement, which was displaying a news page.

Xia Chuhe glanced at the news quickly and scoffed.

The news report stated that an internet cafe caught fire, resulting in multiple deaths, including a high school student.

An investigation revealed that the fire was caused by arson, and the police quickly located the arsonist.

Ironically, this man was the father of a high school student who died in the fire.

This father's reason for arson is ridiculous.

Because his son was addicted to games and always skipped school to play at internet cafes, the "father" believed that the internet cafe was leading his son to neglect his studies. In order to break his son's internet addiction, the "father" decided to completely destroy the internet cafe.

When arrested, the "father" kept repeating, "How could he be here? I clearly locked him up at home, I locked him up at home..."

The news report included a picture of police arresting an arsonist, who strikingly resembled a blue-collar worker.

The burns on the back of the neck of this blue-collar worker were not childhood scalds, but rather burns he sustained when he discovered his son in a fire and tried to rescue him but was burned by falling flames. In the end, he did not enter the internet cafe, but stood outside and watched helplessly as his son was burned to death by the fire he had started.

...

The news content entered the eyes of a high school student in a malicious way, and by the time she realized what she had seen, it was too late.

"Xia, Xia, have you realized something?" Xia Chuhe looked at his younger self with a half-smile.

A high school student, still processing the horrific news, blinked: "W-what?"

Mr. Dai maliciously added from the side, "The game isn't over yet, the ghost is still here. I'm a god, so... which of you two is the ghost?"

A high school student stared at Xia Chuhe in shock. She was certain that she was human, so the ghost could only be the person in front of her who looked a few years older than her.

A high school student suddenly remembered: when this person first pushed him against the wall, was he really not touched by the ghostly hand? When he explored the internet cafe alone, was his foot really not tangled in the wires? When the keycaps were flying everywhere, was he really...?

No, she pressed the keyboard.

A high school student clearly realized that the "human" she was risking her life to protect was actually a ghost.

If she hadn't been so clever, this ghost would have been voted out by the plaid shirt in the second round.

Now, there is only one person, one ghost, and one god in the basement.

This is the fourth round of the ghost's game, and killing her would be effortless. If she's lucky enough to survive, she only has one last chance to vote. Even if, by some chance, she really survives and manages to vote the ghost out, then... she'll still have to face a god filled with malice towards her.

A high school student quickly reviewed his situation and sighed, "You don't want to kill me, and I don't want to vote you out. Even if we drag it out until the end of the game, Xiao Dai still wins. We're both finished."