White light flashed inside the wooden box-the sign that its ghost-capturing function had activated.
But Liang Mafeng's smug expression froze-
The Mirror Spirit had not been sucked into the wooden box like those other ghosts.
"Wh-what's going on?"
"Isn't it already one? Why-"
The girl in the filthy school uniform suddenly stretched out her arm like rubber and clamped it firmly around Liang Mafeng's neck.
Then she tilted her head slightly and said, "Thank you."
Thank you? Why was she thanking him?
Lu Mi, who had just been screaming in terror, trying to grab the wooden box and run away, now sat down comfortably on the edge of the bed.
Meeting Liang Mafeng's shocked gaze, he leisurely raised his Wristband.
"If you'd been even a little more careful, you wouldn't have fallen for it."
No one could see the contents of anyone else's Wristband or panel. At Lu Mi's gesture, Liang Mafeng already understood.
Still, refusing to believe it, he struggled to raise his own arm.
The time displayed on his Wristband was 23:34.
He looked back at the round clock.
Its hour hand could be moved manually.
After entering Room 1004, he had watched Lu Mi's every move. Lu Mi had had no chance to tamper with the clock.
Which meant...
Liang Mafeng gritted his teeth. "You planned this from the very beginning, didn't you?"
Lu Mi looked unruffled. "Each person can only use the wooden box once a day. You wanted to exploit that gap in their knowledge to kill the players. Gong Tan, who trusted you wholeheartedly, was just one of your pawns."
Deep black marks appeared on Liang Mafeng's neck. The Mirror Spirit's long nails tore his flesh open, and blood poured out.
Yet he could still speak normally. "Then you knew I made Gong Tan