At 1:23:11 a.m....12 a.m..

As time got closer, Chen Chong's heart became faster and faster, as if a basketball was beating, one after another, endlessly.

The temperature in the bathroom was very low. The drop of water that had been brewing for a long time fell from the faucet. With a tick, water splashed on the candle wick, making a "sniffing" sound. Affected by this, the candle fire swayed rapidly, appearing and disappearing, as if it could be extinguished at any time.

The dim vision around me fell into darkness for a moment, and the dark and cold feeling rose sharply.

Chen Chong felt difficulty breathing, as if he had an invisible hand that strangled his throat. Of course, this was not true, but just a manifestation of fear of the unknown.

Fortunately, the candlelight was extremely tenacious, and just as it was about to go out, it gradually started to burn again, silently driving away the darkness.

Seeing this, Chen Chong, who had already been in his throat, quietly breathed a sigh of relief. The cold sweat on his forehead could see a trace of white smoke rising due to the temperature change.

Twenty-seven seconds...

Wow...

A subtle sound of wind penetrated through the gaps in the window, and a hint of cold night wind gently stroked the back of the head, just like a woman's hair.

Chen Chong's goosebumps appeared all over his body, and his lips shivered as soon as his face turned pale.

He looked at the picture in the mirror, except for the shadows that shook with the candlelight behind him and the shadows that kept shaking with the candlelight. If this were not the case, he might really think that there was a woman with long hair standing in the dark corner behind him, and her hair was floating and she accidentally touched him.

The dark bathroom that appears and disappears, the long-haired woman standing behind her motionlessly. This kind of picture makes people shudder just by thinking about it.

Thirty-eight seconds...

There are seven seconds left...

The wind sounded even harder in the gap in the window, and even the bathroom door began to shake gently. The door panel hit the door frame, making a 'bang-dong' sound, which was like the sound of a mouse slashing the door with its claws, and like a subtle knocking on the door, which was very strange.

While counting the time, Chen Chong reached out and touched the back of his hands. How could he have the temperature of a normal person? It had been cold for a long time. With a press of his finger, he would squeeze the blood to the edge, leaving obvious white marks.

This was obviously because the body temperature was too low, which caused signs of slight coagulation in the blood... and he did not notice it until now.

"Is the game already nervous before it even started?"

Chen Chong looked at himself with a wry smile in the mirror. The more he looked, the more he became, the more he looked, the more unfamiliar he began to become stranger. At the end, he even had the illusion that the person in the mirror was not his.

Of course, illusions are always illusions.

He knew that the human nervous system was very strange. If multiple repeated stimuli occurred in a short period of time, it would lead to confusion in nerve activity.

For example, when you observe the word "man", you will gradually realize that the word "man" looks different from the one in memory. You cannot explain the specific difference.

Forty-two seconds...

Forty-three seconds...

Forty-four seconds...

When the time reached 1:23:45 in the morning, Chen Chong slowly closed his eyes.

At the same time, his left hand quietly held the bone-cutting knife inserted between his waist and silently said: Who will play games with me?

The sound of wind in my ears disappeared, and the candlelight penetrated through my eyelids also stabilized, as if time had stopped at this moment.

There is a residual smell of detergent in the air.

"Who will play games with me..."

Chen Chong tried hard to control his breathing rhythm and said the second sentence. Then, a drop of sweat condensed from the back of his head and drilled into his collar along his spine. The cold feeling continued from his neck to his tail vertebrae.

Clang...

A strange sound came from the closed window on the right, very light, as if fallen leaves were swept by the wind, hitting the glass of the window and slowly rubbing.

The serene friction sound was like a fingernail scratching, which made Chen Chong's scalp numb, and he subconsciously tightened his palm holding the hilt of the knife.

"Who will play games with me..."

As soon as the third sentence was expressed, Chen Chong suddenly felt a shadow shaking in front of his eyes, and the tip of his nose seemed to be blocked by something, making him feel uncomfortable in breathing.

But the problem is that there is only one candle in front of me...

"According to the rules of the game, after silently reciting for three lifetimes, your eyes can be opened."

As soon as he thought of this, Chen Chong quickly opened his eyes. When his left hand was about to pull out the bone-slashing knife, he found that the surroundings were exactly the same as before closing his eyes, without any change.

“Gululu…”

The sound of marbles rolling on the ceiling above my head suddenly came down, very crisp.

Chen Chong was startled by this sudden change. He looked up and the sound disappeared. He could vaguely see the bathroom heater embedded in the middle of the ceiling. The fist-sized lampshades were like pairs of cold eyes shining with cold light, staring at him for a moment.

Crunch...

When he was about to pull out the kitchen knife, the sound of hard objects rubbing again on the wall behind him, as if some living thing was grinding his teeth and sucking blood in the wall, trying to break out of the wall.

The entire bathroom was filled with a strange smell at this moment.

Chen Chong looked at the wall, still shrouded in darkness, and the shadows that could not be captured by him also gave him a feeling of being stared at.

Crazy...

Just at this moment, a harsh sound of water suddenly came from the side where the mirror was hanging, attracting Chen Chong's attention. He turned around decisively, but was shocked to find that the faucet that had been turned off by himself was actually turned on by himself?!

"Something is in the bathroom!"

A strong sense of vigilance arose in my heart, and the cold sweat as big as beans slid across my cheeks one by one, and then fell along my chin on the tip of my shoe.

Chen Chong was extremely nervous!

Suddenly, his eyes noticed the mirror hanging above the wash basin.

The "self" inside actually showed a strange smile!

It doesn't belong to you at all!

Chen Chong was almost shocked by this sudden scene and slashed his sword!

This is a self-protection consciousness, a purely subconscious action.

Fortunately, the monster in the mirror did not move any other things, and the kitchen knife he inserted at his waist was not pulled out because the belt was too tight.

Then, the monster's eyelids trembled, and his eyes began to roll up, only the whites and bloodshots were exposed. The pupils were completely hidden in the upper eyelids, and no emotional fluctuations were seen. It raised its arms, exposed its blood-filled palms towards the mirror, leaving behind a large piece of red blood.

Chen took a step back without any trace and pulled a distance from the mirror so as not to suddenly stretch out his hands from inside and grab himself.

Slowly, the blood on the mirror began to squirm and contract, and finally formed a line of words that were ticking with twists and blood.

‘Scissors and stone cloth, the winner will live, the loser will die!’

The blood word appeared for only a few seconds and slowly disappeared, revealing the monster behind it that raised his arm and placed his palm behind his head.

"This monster actually knows how to hide his hands?"

Chen Chong looked strange and raised his arms, but did not hide his sword-scissors-shot hands like a monster. Instead, he clamped his fists openly, looking like he was afraid that the other party would not see it.

call..

After doing all this, he took a heavy breath. The kitchen knife held in his left hand had pulled out a small piece, and the right hand slowly began to shake.

Rock-scissors? He is a master among experts!

"Scissors, stone...."

(To be continued...)
Chapter completed!