No Random Death

When his memory was cleared, Xiao Wensheng didn't know how cruel this game was. After his first death, he discovered a rule: every time he dies, there is one more of himself. The more you die, the more you die. You may be seen wherever you go, and if you are seen you will be erased—not death, but never existing. Then he noticed the patch of land in front of the statue. The entire area was covered with traces of red, but the red in the area directly in front of the statue was darker than the surrounding areas, as if it had seeped in rather than been splashed on. He squatted down and took a look. The dark color came up from deep in the soil and could not be wiped off the surface. No one told him what this meant. Later he realized that it was the only thing he had time to leave behind from the previous round - in the last few seconds before the memory was cleared, there were no symbols, no words, and no fingerprints. Just make the patch of red a little darker than the surrounding area.