Chapter 121: Only Survivor
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Horror Game Designer Chapter 121: Only Survivor



“In the rules left behind by the hostel manager auntie, if there’s someone smiling during the bedroom checks, we should leave the bedroom as soon as possible.” After the student council left, Wang Jie sat up and put on his shoes. “We need to figure a way out.”



“It’s very dangerous at night. Staying here is the only way to survive.” Yuan Hui insisted.



No one spoke. Wang Jie took up his phone to send a message, “Yuan Hui is a ghost. We seem to have offended the student council. Zuo Jun’s identity is unclear. We can’t stay here any longer. 15 minutes later, we’ll go to the toilet together.”



Xi San, “Understood. Brother, you are my angel.”



Gao Ming, “There’s a rule forbidding the use of phones after midnight. Prepare everything you need. After leaving the bedroom, don’t stay too far away from me.”



The students wanted to leave the bedroom to escape the disaster. Gao Ming wanted to enter the headmaster’s office. After consuming Situ An, suicide could be Gao Ming’s option.



Gao Ming only worried about two things. First, after dying at this school, his soul would be trapped and he would become a new student there. Second, after he returned to the tunnel, the person who killed him would realise that he had retained his memory.



Everyone pretended to be asleep in bed. Actually, everyone was silently preparing. It was a bedroom of six people, but who knew how many chatgroups were there. Gao Ming never underestimated the evil in human nature. When their lives were threatened, these people would never hesitate to sell him out. The rain washed the window. Staying in the dark was oppressive.



The time felt like it moved very slowly. Xi San and Wang Jie hid their books in the bed after they were ready. Everyone was waiting for something.



“This is just the first night…” Gao Ming reached his arms out. The sound of rain faded away. When he joined the school ten years ago, he was lying in bed just like this. He listened to the rain ten years ago.



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