Who is the Murderer?

With the sixth rule of the game appearing, the game had transformed from a battle of wits and deception into a straightforward survival game.

Three minutes to escape, then don't get killed by the Murderer within fifteen minutes.

Simple?

Not simple, extremely difficult.

Facing that crazy woman, his so-called girlfriend was completely out of the question.

The physical difference was just too great!

Yimo understood this with deadly clarity.

With three minutes to escape, the other party would probably catch up in less than one minute!

After realizing this, Yimo, having run for two minutes, casually opened the door to a room and then gently closed it.

Swish—!

Turning around, he saw a breathtaking scene.

It was a classroom, with neatly arranged desks and chairs, and math problems written on the blackboard.

It could be inferred that it was a high school classroom.

This wasn't anything special, but the dazzling sunset outside the window, combined with the branches and leaves of a few large maple trees, swaying gently and rhythmically in the late autumn breeze, making a "rustling" sound, was truly magnificent!

It formed an incredibly stark contrast to the dark, haunted-feeling mine earlier.

After being lost in thought for a moment, Yimo suddenly covered his face with his right hand, clutching the small jade pendant given to him by the Lone Supporter tightly, and couldn't help but bend over and laugh.

"Hahaha, how ironic!"

"To make someone who never went to high school see this scene before dying."

"Simply too much of a cruel joke."

"Trying to ignite my will to survive?"

"I will survive, I definitely will!"

Yimo looked completely abnormal, laughing in a chuunibyou manner a few times, then looked around the classroom, and finally hid in a storage locker in the corner.

Frankly, he could only hide for now.

In this dark, cramped environment.

Quietly waiting to die.

He had tried to see if he could get out through the window, but unfortunately, he couldn't, which led him to this last resort.

He opened the system's game rules page, looked at it, and then closed it, before looking at the countdown in the upper right corner of his vision.

The hunt had begun!

Thump... thump...

In such a narrow space, one's senses were infinitely amplified.

Compared to the "rustling" sound of the maple leaves swaying outside, Yimo could hear his own heartbeat more clearly.

He was still alive.

In a death game he was inexplicably dragged into, out of a total of 8 players, he was one of the only 2 still alive.

No, that wasn't right.

If that crazy woman with the knife was the ghost, then he had become the sole survivor!

Just like his faction.

At this moment, his heart was constantly praying and repenting.

Praying not to be found by that crazy woman.

Repenting for the mistakes made out of the selfishness of his will to survive!

Outside, it was very quiet.

The sounds inside the room and the mine were completely isolated when the doors were closed, as if they were two entirely different spaces.

Fifteen minutes, just fifteen minutes.

Hide until the time runs out!

Yimo would occasionally look up at the time in the upper right corner, constantly confirming it.

But the time that usually passed in the blink of an eye felt so slow at this moment.

It felt slower than sitting through his most hated class in this classroom!

Tick...

The countdown finally changed from double digits to single digits.

Still 9 minutes and 59 seconds!

Yimo kept telling himself: "Don't come, don't come!!!"

Creak—

However, the things one wished to avoid the most were precisely the things that were most likely to happen under fate's unyielding iron grip.

The sound of the room door opening reached Yimo's ears.

"There are 9 minutes left~"

"Let me guess, is the man who inexplicably became my boyfriend in this room?"

A voice laced with a sickly sweet laugh echoed within the room.

Whoosh—Swish—

Then, the sound of a cleaver scraping against the tiled floor, beating against Yimo's heart, as if urging it to beat even faster.

Gulp—

But humans had limits. Yimo didn't know the current speed of his heartbeat, but it was still beating.

Covering his mouth, his throat couldn't help but twitch.

"Huh?… Huh huh huh?"

"Looks like he's not in this room…"

Swish… Swish swish…

The sound of the cleaver grew closer, then farther away. Yimo listened to the girl's confused voice, feeling like an ant in hot oil, tormented.

He glanced at the system's countdown timer in the upper right corner.

Still 8 minutes left!

He frowned slightly.

He suspected he had been discovered and was being deliberately tormented by that madwoman.

Tormented on the brink of life and death!!!

It made him want to rush out of this cramped, immobile space and fight that madwoman to the death!

But he couldn't!

Endure it!

"Hi… Looks like he's not here, I'll go check other rooms."

Finally, as Twilight's somewhat disappointed voice faded, the sound of the cleaver scraping the floor grew distant, followed by the sound of a door closing.

"Phew… I'm saved?"

Although it felt a bit unreal, Yimo's heart suddenly relaxed, and he murmured in a barely perceptible whisper that only he could hear.

Then.

Creeeak—!

"Not at all, my boyfriend player, who inexplicably became my first boyfriend…"

As the cabinet door was pulled open, a voice with a hint of seductiveness, yet as cold as an abyss, reached Yimo's ears.

The late afternoon sun suddenly shining into the cabinet was a bit blinding, causing Yimo to instinctively shield his eyes.

Looking up, he saw Twilight, her body emanating an abnormal black mist, her crimson pupils glowing with a scarlet blood-red light.

She was bathed in the classroom's sunset glow, as if draped in a vibrant wedding dress.

Compared to the sunset, her sickly appearance was even more beautiful.

Like a newlywed bride gazing affectionately at her beloved.

Except…

It wasn't a beloved, but someone she hated!

Mixed with the joy of impending victory, she couldn't help but let out a laugh.

To Yimo, the sound was particularly grating.

To him, what was blocking the storage closet exit was not a charming bride at all.

Just a crazy Murderer!

"I'm not your boyfriend, why aren't you just killing me?" Yimo lowered his head, his tone somewhat indifferent, no longer looking at her.

Twilight froze, unable to comprehend why the man who was usually infatuated with her would deny being her boyfriend under the system's assignment. She was momentarily surprised.

"Oh?"

"No, no, no, the system is absolute."

"For instance, you have to participate in these absurd games, you have to kill, and if you fail the game, you will die."

"And I, at the start of the game, received a system prompt informing me that you are my exclusive, sole boyfriend."

"Hehehe… And telling me to enjoy the fun of love to my heart's content, isn't that laughable?"

Twilight looked at the countdown timer, completely unhurried.

"There are 6 minutes left. My boyfriend, guess what second I'll drop this knife?"

Twilight turned around, looking at the sunset outside the window, enjoying the joy before victory and the beautiful sunset. Her light pink hair swayed on her shoulders.

Then she felt it would be a shame not to admire her first boyfriend's struggles before his death at such a sacred moment.

So she walked to the cabinet and bent down.

Her right finger slowly traced Yimo's chest, teasing, "Actually, you're quite good-looking. It's just that your hair is a bit too long."

"Hehehe... What a pity~"

"You say, in what second will I strike?"

In fact, Twilight was somewhat influenced by the Murderer faction. If it were in the past, she would have already struck and wouldn't have teased her enemy like this.

Perhaps Murderers truly amplify one's inner desires, driving them to madness.

Just as the Murderer's introduction stated.

"Is it a human or a ghost who wields a knife to kill?"

Twilight eagerly awaited her boyfriend's answer.

"If you were my girlfriend, then I guess you wouldn't kill me." Yimo lowered his head, his eyes obscured by his bangs, making them hard to see. His voice grew colder and colder.

It was as if he didn't care about death at all.

And the moment Yimo finished answering, the red glow in Twilight's eyes intensified to the extreme. She swung her knife towards Yimo inside the storage cabinet!

"Wrong! It's now!"

"Huh?"

However... the scene of blood splashing did not occur.

Instead, Yimo's laughter echoed through the beautiful classroom.

It was somewhat pathological, somewhat insane, indescribable, and incomprehensible.

"Hahaha... Hahahaha...!"

"In the end, who is the Murderer?!"