This is not a weird story

"From now on, you can't go into the corridor without authorization. If you are caught by the God of Death, you will probably not be able to come back." Wei An said: "Playing a special game with the God of Death, you will definitely not be able to beat the other party."

"Then we just sit and wait at home?" Su Ya asked tremblingly.

Wei An nodded, "Just wait at home and see which house the God of Death will choose to enter after he appears."

After a pause, Wei An looked at Pei Na, "What I'm worried about now is that the God of Death will choose to enter multiple families at the same time. In this way, not only will we not be able to know its choice, but we will also be unable to rescue so many people at the same time."

Pei Na said: "After the wall clock outside reaches twelve o'clock, I will try to sneak out and see if the God of Death chooses different families to play games round by round, and if there is any pattern."

"I hope the first one will choose us, so that you can master how to play it." Wei An said, and then he looked at Su Ya, "Now you can look for suitable weapons in the house."

"Okay." Su Ya nodded immediately and ran to the kitchen.

At this time, there was no sound in the corridor outside, because all the participants had seen the text prompts of the strange talk, and no one dared to take the risk and stay in the corridor again.

Not only was there silence in the corridor, but the entire building fell into dead silence for an instant, as if no one existed at all.

Amidst this anxiety and uneasiness, more than ten minutes passed quickly. Wei An put his ear behind the living room door and heard a noise outside, but he couldn't tell whether it was footsteps or anything else.

He could feel a slight electric tingling sensation on his hands and facial skin near the door, as if the magnetic field outside the corridor had changed in some way, and it wasn't just as simple as the air becoming colder.

This strange story gave Wei An an extremely ominous feeling.

Nowadays, the number of ghost stories has indeed begun to increase. This is an indisputable fact, but the current ghost story symbolizes that not only are their number increasing, but their scope is also becoming larger, and the number of participants involved is also increasing rapidly. This is a Bad sign!

If ghost stories broke out one day with this level of coverage and involving such a large number of people, let alone the Monster Rumor Management Bureau, even the use of all levels of state machinery might not be able to deal with it.

The tingling sensation of electricity on the skin of his face and hands became more obvious, and he could even feel a slight numbness. Wei An no longer lay behind the door.

He found that as soon as he left the living room door, this strange feeling disappeared immediately.

This means that the God of Death should have already arrived outside the corridor, but he doesn't know which room he will choose to start playing the game.

And they don't know if this is just random selection, or if everyone in the family will be selected, the difference is just a matter of when.

There was the sound of the room door being opened, and then a woman's scream rang out in the house, but the scream stopped abruptly as soon as it came out, as if her throat was pinched.

At almost the same moment, a line of text prompts appeared in front of the eyes of all the residents on the seventh floor, including Wei An.

[Sorry, the residents of the first house chosen by Death were too distracted. Their spirits were on the verge of collapse and they were not suitable for playing games at all. They have been eliminated! 】

Not long after, a faint smell of blood wafted into the nose of Wei An, who had been leaning behind the door, and Pei Na also keenly caught it.

She came to Wei'an and didn't speak, just stared at Wei'an.

Wei An lowered his voice and said: "The God of Death has returned to the corridor again and cannot go out now."

Pei Na nodded.

The tingling feeling of electricity reappeared, indicating that Death had returned to the corridor and started to choose the next game object again.

However, judging from the range of the smell of blood, Wei An speculated that the house just now was not too far from his own, maybe just a neighbor away.

But it can be clearly seen that the choice of the God of Death is not in order or regularity, it is completely random, and it will not necessarily choose the next one next to each other.

Sure enough, the stinging sensation of the electric current was not as strong as before. It must be that the God of Death chose the residents who were farther away from here.

The sound of the door being opened seemed to come from the first house in the corridor, but this time no one screamed or made any noise after opening the door. Everything seemed calm.

It can be heard that the second selected resident is much calmer and may have been involved in strange stories.

Then there was no more movement.

Wei An waited for a moment, then lowered his voice and said to Pei Na: "You stay at the door first. I'll go out and take a look. I won't go far."

"My skills are good, why don't I go!" Pei Na said.

Wei An shook his head, "I have the skills to know the traces of the God of Death at any time. It's better for me to come and leave the door ajar so that I can return at any time."

Pei Na said no more and nodded.

Wei An lay at the door and listened for a moment, confirming that the second selected resident was already playing games with death, so he didn't hear any movement in the corridor for the time being. He immediately opened the door gently and walked out sideways.

Standing in the corridor at the door, Wei An quickly scanned all the corners of the corridor. He saw no trace of the God of Death, and there seemed to be no other abnormalities.

He turned his attention to the big black wall clock at the end of the corridor.

The big wall clock has stopped at this moment, the hour and minute hands point to twelve o'clock, and then the wall clock stops swinging.

This could mean death comes and time stands still.

Wei An immediately opened the "Locate Role", thinking about locating the location of Death at this moment. After a while, a red dot appeared in front of his eyes and started to flash.

But instead of one red dot appearing, a large number of red dots appeared densely in front of his eyes, as if he was suddenly standing on a street full of neon lights late at night, dizzying, and even Wei An's head started to feel dizzy. I simply couldn’t adapt to the appearance of so many red dots!

He immediately closed his eyes and waited for a moment before opening them. He found that there were still many red dots in front of him and had not decreased at all. This was not an illusion.

Fortunately, every red dot has a certain degree of translucency. Otherwise, with so many red dots flashing, Wei An felt that his eyes might not be able to sustain it for long.

These red dots are distributed in many places, not only on the 7th floor of the building where I am, but also on the 6th, 5th, and 4th floors below... and even on every floor next door, and further away, there are also In other residential areas that are now covered by ghost stories, a red dot is constantly flashing on each floor.

Including the red dots on his own floor flashing in the home of the first resident in the corridor, Wei An couldn't count how many red dots there were, that is, the presence of the God of Death.

However, he was sure that these red dots were all clones of the God of Death. This guy reduced the dimension and used so many clones to create this weird story. This is a situation that the Monster Story Management Bureau has never encountered before, and there is no effective way to deal with it.

"This god of death is too weird and powerful. If its true form comes, it will directly become an A-level monster!" Wei An secretly guessed with his heart pounding.