Zhang Wenchao is 28 years old this year and is a small company employee.

One day he saw a post online, saying it was a terrifying thing. It is said that as long as you go home and tell me where you are, after a month, something very strange will happen.

Zhang Wenchao's life is like a pool of stagnant water, but he has a heart that is unwilling to be ordinary, and he suddenly had the idea of ​​making this small game.

So he posted a post on that forum and broadcast the process of making this mini game himself.

Unexpectedly, not long after posting, many netizens watched and left messages.

——Ma Yi, waiting for the poster to commit suicide.

——Press the claw.

——Wow, the poster, aren’t you afraid of playing with yourself and trying to kill yourself?

——Watch!

One reply after another made Zhang Wenchao feel very surprised and excited. He has been in this forum for so long and has posted several posts, but few comments have been posted.

He immediately decided to start trying to broadcast this mini game live, and every day after going home from get off work, he would tell the air where you are.

At the same time, he would record his words and pass them on to the forum to prove that he did do what the game said.

Unexpectedly, this action attracted more netizens to watch, and they were all curious about what would happen in a month.

Gradually, as time goes by, the post Ma Wenchao posted quickly became a hot post, and countless netizens left enthusiastic messages to watch, which gave Ma Wenchao more motivation to persevere.

Soon, the last day came.

Ma Wenchao posted immediately: Dear netizens, this is the last day. I will start to continue playing the game next. I don’t know what will happen next. [Smiling face]

As soon as this reply was sent, several netizens immediately responded.

——Please be careful, you can’t play this kind of game casually, beware that something really happens!

——Don’t listen to what those people say. It’s a bad idea these days. The poster quickly tried saying that, and then remember to show us the results of the live broadcast!

Ma Wenchao ignored these replies and looked around the room. For some reason, the room that looked ordinary in the past suddenly seemed different from before.

But he couldn't tell what was different.

"It may be an illusion." Ma Wenchao muttered, then opened the button that could send audio for the forum, and said to the room: "Where are you?"

After saying this, he suddenly heard a sound coming from under the bed.

"I'm under your bed!!!"

Ma Wenchao was still pressing the recording button, and suddenly felt scared, and he bounced up directly from the bed, and his hand suddenly released, causing the voice to be sent out immediately.

Ma Wenchao gasped desperately, looked at the edge of the bed in horror, and a cold sweat suddenly appeared on his back.

Just now...has someone spoke?

He didn't dare to move.

The whimpering wind outside the window was like howling ghosts, foxes and wolves, and the leaves were whistling.

The branches and leaves were shaking on the window, as if they were ghost hands swaying their teeth and claws.

Ma Wenchao was sweating coldly. After a long time, he slowly recovered. He swallowed his saliva and slowly climbed to the edge of the bed, and decided to see what was under the bed.

The purpose of playing this game was just curiosity and excitement.

But now, he only felt fear and fear.

He lay on the bed and slowly poked his head out.

Tension, fear, and fear spread in his heart, making him tremble all over, and even sweat began to appear on his forehead.

Dongdong.

Dongdong.

The heartbeat seemed to be ringing in his ears, shaking his eardrums to keep beating, and his brain gradually became blank as his hands slowly lifted the sheet.

Never have anything under the bed.

He kept saying this in his mind, then took a deep breath and prepared mentally, and instantly lifted the sheets-

Under the dark bed, it was empty.

There is nothing.

He seemed to relax in an instant and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Huh... It turns out to be an illusion.

He suddenly felt very funny. He actually had auditory hallucinations. It seemed that this kind of game might have some psychological hints, which made people constantly think of some bad things.

He tidied up the bed sheets, turned back and lay back on the bed, breathing a sigh of relief again, and then he remembered his post and quickly clicked on it.

The posts that were already popular are now popping up hundreds of comments, all talking about the audio that Ma Wenchao just posted.

Some people feel extremely creepy and say, let’s take a look. If you don’t take this kind of game seriously, something really happened.

Some people also said that the post was directed by Ma Wenchao from beginning to end, including the weird voice behind the voice, which must have been made by Ma Wenchao himself, with the purpose of making the post popular.

It's so fake at first glance.

Some comments were also concerned about Ma Wenchao and asked him how he was doing now, if there was anything wrong.

After Ma Wenchao read the post, his whole body was cold.

Did those netizens hear that voice?!!!

He felt creepy and hurriedly retreated to the corner, wrapping himself firmly with a heavy quilt.

Even though I was so hot that I was sweating all over my body, I didn't dare to lift the quilt.

How is it possible.

The sound was obviously an illusion, why did those people hear it?!!

Ma Wenchao swallowed, not daring to look at the edge of the bed, and trembled and clicked on the audio he sent out.

The opening remarks are still the same as before.

"Where are you?"

This life was clearly sent by oneself, but for some reason, I heard it very strange at this moment, and the tone sounded particularly strange.

His cold sweat suddenly appeared again.

illusion.

It must be an illusion.

The audio continued. After he finished speaking, an extremely strange voice came: "I'm under your bed!!!"

Then a burst of exclamations rang out, and the audio suddenly came to an abrupt end-

how so.

Is there really someone hiding under their bed?

But he had just seen it, and there was nothing under the bed.

Ma Wenchao suddenly became scared. Looking at the familiar decorations in the room, he suddenly felt frightened. Who made the sound?

Could this game really attract that kind of thing?

He was very scared and did not dare to get out of bed, for fear that his hands would grab his legs, so he could only sit in the innermost part of the bed with his eyes open.

I don’t know how long it took, but he fell asleep in a daze, and didn’t know if there was a hallucination. I always felt something coming from the bottom of the bed, as if something was scratching the bottom of the bed.

Hiss,

Hiss--

Ma Wenchao frowned and turned over to continue sleeping.

*******

the next day,

Ma Wenchao woke up and yawned, but felt his mind drowsy and even felt a little painful.

The warm sunlight shone in from the window, driving away the gloomy and strange feeling brought last night, and the haze in Ma Wenchao's heart was completely wiped out.

"Oh no, I'm going to be late soon!" He glanced at the alarm clock in his eyes, and immediately got up and dressed, not even having breakfast.

Despite desperately heading to the company, Ma Wenchao was still half an hour late. The supervisor sprayed his saliva and scolded him bloodily. He could only nod and apologize constantly, but he felt very angry and aggrieved.

However, in order to make money, he could only endure all this.

Finally, it was evening when other colleagues came home from get off work one by one, but he was deliberately left by the supervisor to work overtime and didn't even have time to read a post in the middle.

It was not until almost eleven o'clock that Ma Wenchao returned home with his tired body. When he just opened the door, Zhao Chenyu, a roommate who was playing games on the sofa in the living room, immediately raised his head and said in surprise: "Huh? Wenchao, when did you go out again? Why didn't I see it?"

Ma Wenchao thought Zhao Chenyu was joking, so he forced a smile and replied: "Stop making trouble, you were still sleeping when I went out."

His roommate hasn't been looking for a job recently. He can sleep in until noon every day, and order takeaway to play games until midnight.

Although this kind of life is degenerate, Ma Wenchao is very envious. He doesn't know when he will have the courage to resign and fall at home for a few days.
To be continued...