The camera switched from the warehouse where the gangsters were, to a dark place suddenly.

This first-person perspective seems to be in a confined space, with only a little light provided by the night shooting function to illuminate the surroundings.

This perspective is from a 24-year-old master's student from Jiangcheng University.

"Where is this?"

He felt a little confused. He himself was a mental patient and sometimes saw some strange things. But in this environment, it couldn't be attributed to mental problems, right?

The mentally ill guy seems to be in a closet.

He reached out and felt around, and felt that the "wall" in front of him seemed to be made of wood. He knocked on it and it made a crisp sound.

Boom boom boom——

He knocked outside and called out twice, but there was no response.

In the live broadcast room, the comments changed again after seeing this scene.

[Everyone, this is a real escape room, and there is no movement.]

[I just saw some scratches on the wooden board in front of me. Is there something written on it? ]

[It's hard to kick, could it be a coffin? ]

[I am more curious about how he got in. Doesn't he usually walk in by himself? ]

[Let's all go. He will sleep in here for the next three days. No need to watch.]

[Others either have a place to live or NPCs to act with, but he doesn't even have a place to stand. How miserable! ]

The mentally ill guy reached out his hand and felt around on the wooden board, and soon felt some grooves and lines.

He used his fingers to feel carefully before he could vaguely make out the words.

“…Save me?”

He read it aloud and was suddenly startled.

"Is this a coffin? This is a coffin!!!"

"The words on it... were carved by the fingernails of the person lying in the coffin!"

He screamed and suddenly panicked.

No matter what, it is always a terrifying thing to let someone lie in a coffin.

Not to mention that the door of the coffin didn't move at all, as if it was blocked by something, which made people even more panicked.

Bang, bang, bang——

He hammered on the coffin lid, but no one responded.

Just then, he felt a little hot around him.

It was December, and even in the sealed coffin, the temperature was already low, but now, the mentally ill man felt much hotter.

The heat came from behind him, penetrated the coffin and made him sweat.

"What is so hot..."

When he asked this question, he suddenly realized his situation.

“This is… a crematorium???”

His voice became hoarse.

The surroundings were getting hotter and hotter, and his struggles were getting stronger, but to no avail.

"Let me out, let me out!!!"

He roared.

At this time, the audience watching the live broadcast were just eating spectators and watching the show.

[Wow, so nervous, so exciting]

[His acting was so realistic, I think he was the traitor arranged by Lu Ban]

[What, there is a traitor? Where is he? ]

[The words in this coffin are quite realistic. If I hadn’t known it was a game, I would have believed it.]

[This first-person perspective is really exciting, the tension is full, I kind of want to try it]

[Other players are at a loss, this is the real escape room]

[People with claustrophobia say it’s fucked up! ]

[Solve the puzzle. How come this person can only ask for help but not solve the puzzle? There are words on it. There must be a way to solve it.]

[This wave of Lu Ban came and killed them all in one second]

The mentally ill guy naturally can't see the barrage, otherwise even if he is usually well-spoken, he would still curse and say "You do it if you can."

He felt that the temperature around him must have exceeded 40 degrees. Sweat soaked his clothes, making him feel anxious and scared.

I have heard news before that in some countries with backward medical technology, people were sent to the morgue before they were fully dead, and jumped up during cremation.

He didn't expect that he would become the protagonist in the news, and the one being pressed in the coffin!

As the temperature rose, there was finally only fear and madness in his eyes.

"You all go to hell, you all go to hell, you all go to hell!"

"Let me go, let me go, save me, save me, I don't want to die yet!"

"Somebody open it, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!"

As he was about to curse, he suddenly heard a clicking sound coming from outside.

It seemed like something was opened.

"Who, who is it? Hurry up, I'm here..."

His mouth went dry, and then he felt the coffin he was in being pulled out, and he hit his head.

Clang——

The coffin fell to the ground, and the mentally ill man felt a huge impact on his back. The whole coffin broke apart, and he hurriedly struggled to get up from it.

Turning back, the mentally ill guy looked at the coffin.

He discovered that the planks were actually burning.

There's still fire in the crematorium.

In other words, if I hadn't been pulled out just now, I would have really been burned?

Uh, there's something wrong with this expression.

"Fuck, I'm scared to death..."

He turned to look at the person who pulled the coffin out.

What a coincidence, we are acquaintances.

One of them is a female police officer from the European Police Organization, very heroic, and the other is a delivery boy. Both of them are players.

At least you don't have to worry about being killed at the beginning?

The psychopath had forgotten that he was almost killed at the start of the game.

"Were we supposed to be companions?"

He asked.

"According to the setting, the three of us should know each other."

The policewoman spoke in French, and the real-time translation flowed into the ears of the other two people.

"I'm a mercenary, very capable in the wild."

"You? A mercenary?"

The mentally ill guy looked at the policewoman and thought she would be a deadly killer if she put on a police uniform.

Too bad I didn't wear it.

"You want to try it?"

The policewoman raised her hand. Although it was slender, her muscles were visible.

It's no problem for one person to beat both of them.

“My setting is a police officer.”

The delivery guy glanced at the policewoman.

"The news we just received is that you secretly investigated the corpse and were locked in a coffin. We need to find the right coffin to rescue you."

"Thank you so much, I didn't expect it to get burned. I almost died!"

The mentally ill guy survived the disaster and felt much more refreshed.

"By the way, is that person behind an NPC? Why is he looking over here?"

He pointed behind the two men.

There stood a child with sparse hair, the same pale face, shriveled body, wearing tattered clothes, and a rotten and rusty lock hanging around his neck.

She seemed to be a girl, with completely black eyes, looking over here.

"people?"

The policewoman turned around hurriedly, but saw nothing at the door.

The delivery guy hurried to the door and looked around, but didn't see anyone else.

“No one…”

They looked at the mentally ill guy.

"By the way, what is your role? I only know that I know you, but I don't know the details yet."

The delivery guy asked.

"Me? I'm a psychopath."

The mentally ill guy said as a matter of course.