Also known as: "The Prank Player"
The first day of freshman year, 12:07 in the morning.
Xue Baili woke up when his cell phone vibrated. The news in the roommate group is being refreshed in seconds: "The dormitory manager said that there is someone in our building who is not alive."
In dormitory 201, her three roommates - the gentle Nan Xican, the aloof Cui Jinxi, and the enthusiastic Yu Zhifeng - were surrounding her bed, trying to comfort her not to be afraid.
On the phone screen, they simultaneously told her in private messages: "Be careful, something else has gotten into our dormitory."
In the group chat in the four girls' dormitories, Mo Ziba from 307 and Xu Moqing from 501, everyone is providing clues, everyone is playing detective, and everyone is pointing the finger at others.
Xue Baili looked at the phone and then at the three concerned faces around him.
What she didn't know was that the rules of this game from the beginning were:
"Don't trust anyone who talks in a group chat."
And now, the entire dormitory building is talking in the group chat.
Roommate groups, dormitory groups, private chat windows, countless messages flashed on the phone screen, but none of them could answer the most fatal question:
——When everyone is wearing a mask, how can you tell whether the person around you is a person, a ghost, or the self "acting as a person"?
When you take off the mask, is it your face or another mask?
This is a world where no one can be trusted. In the game of "who are you playing?", Surviving to the end may be the cruelest punishment.
Intention: Only by proving one's truth in the fog of identity can one break away from the eternal performance and regain human freedom.
