After a day of preparation, the program officially begins!
The members of Morning Star woke up in their respective rooms, but unlike the others, they were all bound by shackles that restricted their movement!
"Buzz..."
The old-fashioned television turned on automatically, its screen flickering with static due to poor signal.
This lasted for about ten seconds before it finally returned to normal.
The image shows a figure sitting in a chair, wearing a strange mask.
Welcome to Real Death Game!
An electronically synthesized voice, indistinguishable between male and female, slowly narrates the story.
"The eight of you are the chosen ones. Find me within the remaining six days, or discover the secret hidden in this ancient castle."
"Of course... please get out of this room as soon as possible..."
"Because there is a murderer hiding in the castle, and he might be very excited to see you tied up like this."
"Haha... Oh right, I'm still in the room. I left you some... interesting things? Have fun!"
Bullet comments—
[Holy crap! The production team has switched to a mystery-solving survival game script again!]
[This...who can stand this?! Last time, Miss Zhi Nuan's attack resulted in no one surviving, which completely stunned me, and now she's doing it again!]
Brothers and sisters, I've prepared the razor blades and will send them over now. Do you think I did the right thing?
...
Bai Bodhi's room.
She stared at her chained right foot, lost in thought...
Is this thing sturdy?
Just as Little Bodhi was pondering whether to break it off directly, faint footsteps suddenly came from the corridor outside!
"Tap tap..."
When the sound stopped, Bai Puti could sense someone standing in front of his door.
But the other party did not come in.
"Tap tap..." Footsteps sounded again, and the other person left.
"Phew..." Bai Puti breathed a sigh of relief. According to the script, the only one who can move freely now is the murderer!
In his current state, he was clearly doomed to die.
"10:10, that's when I met the serial killer."
Bai Puti looked at the wall clock and thought silently, then searched the room for the key to unlock his shackles.
"What's this?" Little Bodhi rummaged through the trash can and found a newspaper that hadn't been completely burned.
There is a news article like this above—
[Famous pianist...missing...police suspect...he has been murdered!]
Much of the information is no longer visible, but it is clearly a clue!
Little Bodhi put it in his pocket and continued searching in the room.
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On the other side.
Song Xitong held a yellowed, old-fashioned diary and looked at it.
What is good? What is evil?
Can a person be purely good? Or is the highest good the highest evil?
"???"
The young rich woman was filled with question marks. What on earth was this?
Unable to figure it out for the time being, she simply gave up thinking about it.
He began searching the room for the key to unlock his own shackles.
"Ring ring..."
The sudden ringing of the phone nearly scared Song Xitong to death; she patted her chest.
He rolled his eyes at the camera that was filming him, then turned around and answered the phone.
"Hello…"
"Keys, safes,..."
The voice was still an electronic one, indistinguishable from any gender, and the other party hung up after speaking.
"Hello? Hello?"
Xi Tong inexplicably put down the phone. This must be a reminder to herself, where is the key to unlocking the shackles?
But... their room didn't have a safe!
Production team, did you assign the clues incorrectly?
"Hmm? Wait a minute?" The young heiress looked at the European-style telephone in front of her and suddenly had an idea.
"Is it possible... that I got a clue about someone else's room? Do I need to call that person and then wait for them to call back, or that they could just tell me the key to their own room?"
Thinking of this, Song Xitong dialed the number again, but it showed that the other party was not in service.
The only clue we can rule out is the phone number...
The young heiress continued searching the room for numbers that might be phone numbers.
But after searching around, I didn't see anything related to numbers except for the stopped clock.
"09:35:24?"
"Could this be the phone number?"
Xi Tong dialed the number thoughtfully, and it was actually answered!
"Hello…"
It's Bai Bodhi's voice!
Before she could even feel happy that her guess was correct, the shackles tied around her waist suddenly pulled at her.
There was a slight noise from the wall behind her, and then the hidden door opened, revealing a huge, bloodstained saw blade in her view!
"!!!"
The young heiress's pupils dilated in shock, and then the saw blade slowly began to rotate...
"Holy crap! The production team is serious!"
Xi Tong was stunned! The shackles around her waist dragged her toward the ever-accelerating saw blade, and her mind went completely blank!
Bullet comments—
[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! The production team has gone mad! Is they trying to kill someone?!]
This is way too much!
The production team said, "Don't worry, everyone. All the equipment used in this recording was personally inspected by the staff, and it's perfectly safe!"
Wow, Director Ma, you're ruthless! That saw blade was so big, you went up and inspected it yourself?
[Look! Little Bodhi's side is the same as Xitong's side!]
So... if even one person dials Morning Star's number, the death trap will be activated!
...
Bai Puti, pulling on the shackles on his feet, understood that it was this phone call that triggered the mechanism!
"Hey! Hey! Who is it? Speak up!"
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