Xia Linyin stood in the corridor covered with a dark red carpet. The corridor seemed to stretch on and on. She tapped the wall with her fingers and stomped her foot on the ground, both of which were solid.

The walls were snow-white and spotless, without a single blemish. The incandescent light bulbs were the most ordinary kind, and the smooth red carpet looked unremarkable.

Everything was as simple as it could be, which meant that Xia Linyin couldn't extract any useful information from her surroundings.

She walked down the corridor, trying to find something different on the walls, the floor, or the light bulbs.

Disappointingly, she walked for an unknown amount of time without noticing anything unusual. If it were an escape room, she could at least extract useful information from the surrounding environment and find the exit.

Or find tools or something to open the locked door of the secret room.

But now, she felt as if she were trapped in an endless corridor with no end in sight, unable to find any way out.

Such an environment is more likely to drive a person crazy than a closed room, and it is a great torment to one's willpower. When she realized that the situation would be the same if she continued to walk, Xia Linyin stopped.

"The ghost told the truth."

What exactly does this "friendly reminder" from the game mean?

Where is the ghost?

She had absolutely no idea that there was a ghost in the brightly lit corridor illuminated by rows of incandescent lights.

Xia Linyin pinched the bridge of her nose. Oh no, she was trapped in a corridor that would never end.

However, since the grid can be cracked, there must be a way to leave, but she hasn't found it yet.

Xia Linyin took out her crescent-shaped blade and slammed it heavily against the wall with the intricately carved hilt. The wall was so hard that even with all her strength, she only managed to leave a small dent.

It's practically certain that the possibility of a hidden layer inside the wall is zero.

She leaped off the ground again and slashed at the top of his head with her sword. The crescent blade, which could cut through iron like mud, only left a shallow scratch on it. Lowering the tip of the blade, Xia Linyin frowned deeply.

Just as Xia Linyin was beginning to feel a little anxious, a dynamic projection appeared in front of her.

The few seconds of animated images showed her being stabbed in the chest, the knife being pulled out, and her collapsing to her knees with her head bowed, spitting blood.

This process was played three times, which was enough for her to confirm that the woman in the video wearing a red V-neck dress and red stilettos was her.

As for who stabbed her in the chest, it wasn't shown on the screen, not even the hilt of the knife.

It's like a picture where one half is completely covered, and you can only see the remaining half.

But the knife gave Xia Linyin a familiar feeling.

Although only the blade was visible, and the speed at which the blade was drawn and withdrawn was incredibly fast, pausing only briefly as it pierced her chest, Xia Linyin still managed to keenly capture the gleaming blade, its sharp edge, and its smooth, crescent-shaped lines and curves during that brief moment of pause.

All of this told Xia Linyin that the knife was indeed a crescent blade. Just as she was about to take a closer look, the animated GIF stopped, freezing on the moment when she was kneeling with her head down.

Seeing yourself stabbed through the chest with your own knife is definitely not a pleasant experience.

Xia Linyin's eyelids twitched. That knife shouldn't be a crescent blade, since she didn't see the hilt. Perhaps it was just a knife with a blade that looked like a crescent blade. But what was this GIF trying to convey?

A prophecy? A psychological suggestion? Or just a way to scare players and break down their psychological defenses?

The projected image, suspended in mid-air, suddenly began to rotate, then produced countless identical copies, which flew out like cards and stuck to the wall.

Those projected images, once pasted on the wall, turned into portraits.

The portrait of her death is framed in a red wooden frame, half a meter on each side. She is kneeling on the ground covered with rough stones, with a few strands of blood-stained hair hanging down her cheeks. Her head hangs on her chest as if it has lost the support of her spine, her eyes are closed, and her face is as white as a sheet of paper.

The blood on her chest stained her dress a dark color.

The background of the portrait is black, giving it an extremely ominous feel, as if black mist is spreading from the depths of hell, baring its fangs and claws to engulf her corpse.

All the portraits were on one wall of the corridor, about five meters apart, and hung very neatly in a straight line.

These portraits, hanging on the wall like her memorial portraits, evoke a strong sense of repulsion in people.

Suddenly, all the incandescent lights overhead went dark, as if someone had turned the brightness down from the highest to the lowest setting. The bulbs emitted a faint, dim yellow light, and occasionally flickered due to poor contact.

The corridor was pitch black, eerily dark. Under such dim lighting, the portrait was indistinct, and Xia Linyin saw that the "self" in the painting seemed even paler.

To leave the corridor, she definitely had to start with these portraits. Xia Linyin took a deep breath and reached out her hand towards one of the portraits.