College/University

The originally peaceful Baiyu University Town in Jiang City has become tightly linked to the fates of Lin Chunzhao and Han Zhang due to a series of murder cases.

I was livestreaming in the Dormitory when viewers noticed that the Ceiling was leaking.

Everyone urged me to call a School Worker to fix it, but there was one Danmaku that said:

“This Dormitory is a Coffin Room. No one who lives here can leave alive.”

At university, the Counselor doesn’t care if you fail your courses, skip classes, or go clubbing at night.

They only care about whether you might die on campus.

Many universities that seem peaceful on the surface actually have unspeakable secrets.

At a media school located in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, there was an incident where a student died on campus.

I can’t say exactly which school it was. The school paid us hush money and threatened us with smooth graduation to keep us silent.

Now that I have graduated for many years, I just want to tell this story.

I’ll try to keep emotion out of it and only recount what I personally witnessed.

I had a pretty good relationship with the deceased. We did everything together. The reason I want to tell this story is to restore the truth, because there are two versions of what happened.

The version still circulating at the school today is only a partial one.

All the names that appear later are pseudonyms. There’s no need to look them up or trace their origins.

My roommate was murdered, and her body was hidden in her wardrobe.

I quietly closed the wardrobe and locked the door.

Because the killer was outside, playing cards with us.

I knew that if I didn’t act well, we’d all die.

At midnight on the Zhongyuan Festival, I accidentally stumbled upon a livestream:

[Hundred Ghosts Game begins, livestream random killing.]

I was about to scroll away when I saw a familiar figure.

Isn’t that our Female Dormitory supervisor?

Aunt Wang was kneeling in a pool of blood, her expression serene. A knife was lodged in the back of her head, as if her entire skull had been hollowed out.

I couldn’t believe it and sat up abruptly in bed.

The camera shook as the Killer rummaged through Aunt Wang’s body and pulled out a large bunch of keys.

“Now, a Dormitory will be randomly selected. If you are chosen, remember to lock your doors and windows. The game officially begins.”

With a clatter, the Killer casually picked out a key.

I stared at the screen in shock, my hair standing on end.

The key was labeled 412.

It was… my Dormitory!

Should you take the initiative to add a stranger’s number that you saw in a dream?

Absolutely not!

Because you’ll never be able to guess what might be on the other end!