At three o'clock in the morning, I was selected to enter the thriller game. Level B dungeon, pass rate is 19.7%. Nurses disguise themselves as players and hunt us in the corridors.
But I have a secret - I can see the hidden rules of the copy and see through all disguises. I thought this was God's favor.
Until I saw my dead mother in the mirror, writing on the glass with her finger:
"Xiaoye, your abilities were bought by your mother with her life. Now, your mother is waiting for you on the third floor."
In the next dozens of copies, I began to pursue the truth:
A survivor of the School of Death, was my great-grandfather.
The ghost on the cursed cruise ship is my aunt.
All clues point to the same place - the third level of the three hells.
Teammates died one by one, and the dean smiled and said there was an answer there.
And the last thing I saw was my mother's words:
"Stop checking... Otherwise, you will become the next me."
But I can't stop anymore.
