First Death
After the lights came on the next day, the players emerged from different parts of the floor. When they gathered, they realized He Chunsheng was missing.
"Could that scream last night have been him?" Miao Yu asked hesitantly. "It didn't sound like a man."
"Let's search the rooms first." The remaining players got moving. After searching the rooms without finding anything, they discovered his body in a restroom. He was slumped beneath the sink, his face livid, eyes bulging, and mouth stretched wide open.
"He died of suffocation." After a quick examination, Miao Yu closed his eyes.
"Why did he die in the restroom?" Gan Qing asked in confusion. "Surely he didn't come out to use the toilet in the middle of the night?"
It was certainly strange.
Since all the players had tacitly agreed to stay on the same floor, even if He Chunsheng had wanted to exploit a loophole and hide on the floor below, he should have made for the elevator. Why would he have gone to the restroom?
"There's blood on the floor where he grabbed at it. He died here." Ge Pan frowned. "Could a ghost have chased him here?"
One of the players was a "ghost." By killing someone, the ghost could regain the identity of a "human." The players hadn't received any game notification, so He Chunsheng had most likely been killed by the player who drew the Ghost Draw.
"The problem is, we don't know whether this game has notifications. Who knows if the ghost is alive or dead right now? What if He Chunsheng was the ghost, and he was killed, so the ghost is gone—but nobody tells us the game is over? Wouldn't we spend the next few days fighting each other blindly?" Wu Xiaonan said.
"Let's check