The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

After serving the subsequent scattered diners who came to the restaurant to eat, Qin Jue's part-time job for the day was almost coming to an end.

Before leaving, the shop owner packed a large portion of food for Qin Jue to take back and eat in the evening.

He thanked it, took it, and went out with the lunch box. Not giving up, he looked towards the store opposite again and saw a waiter coming out of the coffee shop opposite after changing his shift.

The other person still looked like a high school student. He was carrying a backpack that had been washed until it turned white and faded, and was walking towards Lanzhou University with his head down.

Qin Jue always felt that the girl's profile looked familiar, but when he looked carefully, he was sure that he had never seen this person before.

He looked down at the time and put those messy thoughts behind him.

Maybe because I'm worried about the next game? I feel a little uneasy today.

After scanning an electric bike to return to the campus, Qin Jue walked on the path back to the dormitory. Across a two-person-high green plant bed, he suddenly heard a sharp voice.

"Qiao Yueyang, what do you mean... You want to break up with me? Why? Are you still thinking about Shi Nian? She's dead! If you have the guts, go to the hospital ward and get her body now!" The voice was sharp for only a moment, and the person who spoke seemed to intentionally avoid others. He covered his mouth with his hand and lowered his voice.

Qin Jue slowed down his pace, tilted his head, and recognized that this was Lin Wan, who came over to him and asked to form a team after school at noon.

"What do you mean I'm vicious? Am I as vicious as you? I've done so much for you. You know how I've been living these past few days. Aren't you afraid that I'll do those things to you..."

The accusing voice stopped abruptly, as if the person on the other end of the phone had hung up. Lin Wan, who had been cursing in a low voice, stopped talking abruptly, and then there was the sound of a phone being thrown heavily to the ground.

"Bastard bastard bastard!"

Qin Jue slowed down his pace and walked through this secluded path. This place was a shortcut back to the dormitory, but because of the lush trees and mosquitoes, most of the people who liked to visit here at night were young couples, and ordinary students on campus were not very willing to pass by.

He was not afraid of mosquito bites and wanted to return to the dormitory as soon as possible to rest and prepare for the game copy that might arrive after nightfall, but unexpectedly he heard some information again.

Qiao Yueyang, he knew this person.

A well-known rich second-generation man in Lanzhou University, and also... a person of suspicion by him.

He suspected that it was Qiao Yueyang who wrote his and Xu Huang's names into the website list.

As for why...

During the second semester of my sophomore year, a student at Lanzhou University jumped to his death. There was quite a commotion that night, and the ambulance and police cars arrived very quickly. The video of the student jumping from the building was circulated wildly on the campus information wall and communication circles.

However, the dissemination and reprinting of the news were quickly blocked and suppressed by the school. What happened next seemed to be that the school paid compensation, kept the news secret, and deleted all information about the deceased students, as if nothing had ever happened.

A year has passed, the campus is still thriving, the enrollment section is still hot, but the life lost has long been forgotten by everyone.

Qin Jue remembered that the student who jumped off the building was called Song Chenfeng.

Although they were not in the same major, the other party had very good admission scores and was ranked first in the major like him, so he was featured on the campus information wall.

In fact, a few days before Song Chenfeng jumped to his death, he and Xu Huang had met Qiao Yueyang.

At that time, Qiao Yueyang was driving his newly bought luxury car and forcefully dragged Song Chenfeng into the car. The distance between them was too far and the car drove away before they could rush over to stop it.

At that time, Xu Huang, who saw the injustice, tried to stop it, and shouted from a distance, and Qiao Yueyang probably heard it.

He suspected that Qiao Yueyang had a hand in Song Chenfeng's death. But freshmen were not familiar with each other, so he was not aware of the dispute between the two parties. He and Song Chenfeng had only met a few times, so they were not familiar with each other.

Furthermore, the incident had already happened and the police had already made a conclusion. It was said that the Song family took the money and did not pursue the matter further. There was no point in him investigating further.

"Qin Jue, you're finally back!" Hearing the footsteps, Xu Huang opened the door and made way for the passerby.

This dormitory is for four people, but when they registered for freshman year, two students submitted applications for leave of absence, so Qin Jue and Xu Huang have been living there ever since.

"It won't appear during the day, so you don't need to be too nervous."

Qin Jue withdrew his thoughts, put down the lunch box in his hand and the backpack on his shoulder, and sat back on his bed.

"Oh, no, I feel a little scared when I am idle." Xu Huang fell on his bed, crossed his legs and looked a little worried.

When he has free time, the horror scenes in the game copy always appear in his mind. Those are real, more real than VR games. How can he not take them seriously?

His parents didn't know that he was dragged into the game, and he didn't dare tell them for fear that his family would worry.

Xu Huang turned over, took out his phone and continued to write the fifth will in his memo. He was worried that if he really died, he would not even have time to write a will, which would be too sad.

"It's still early before midnight, you can finish the homework assigned by the Ideological and Political Teacher first." Qin Jue took out his notes and flipped through them page by page, recalling every broadcast of the game system, trying to figure out each copy, and the way out the game left for the players.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Xu Huang sighing and kindly offered some advice.

"I'm not in the mood to write. I'm writing a suicide note. Do you want to write a few?" Xu Huang typed with both hands. He was about to face the shock of the game. He might not survive. How could he care about the thesis summary set by the teacher?

Qin Jue rubbed the paper in his hand with his fingertips, remained silent for a moment, and did not accept his friend's suggestion.

"I wrote it, but no one would read it." He didn't know who to write to.

"...At the very least, you have to leave some traces of being alive! Otherwise, no one would know when you died, how pitiful." Xu Huang knew the situation of his friend, but he felt that a suicide note was like a 'visit to the human world', at least it was evidence that a life had survived.

"I don't need it." Qin Jue instinctively rejected these things. He always felt that he had something left to do and couldn't just die silently like this.

The implication of writing a suicide note is not good.

"...Then, you have to live well." Xu Huang's typing hand paused slightly, and then he turned over and joked casually.

Perhaps, he felt that this explanation was not enough. After a while, Xu Huang's slightly heavy voice rang out in the dormitory: "Qin Jue, if it comes to the last resort, don't save me."

The game was full of dangers. He knew his brain wasn't very useful, but he could still rely on his friends to escape from simple dungeons.

If he reached a higher-level dungeon, he might become a burden to his friends.

Although he wanted to live, he didn't want to be someone like Lin Wan who stabbed his friends in the back.

He didn't want to become what he hated the most.

“…Okay.” Qin Jue responded softly.

Qin Jue didn't dare to guarantee the unknown, but if he could save him, he would do his best to save his only friend.

Time passed bit by bit, and when the clock hand pointed to 12 o'clock, a bright beam of light suddenly lit up in the dark room.

Song Wanyu held the black business card that suddenly appeared in his backpack during the day, and tried to log into the website called "Ghost Night" according to the URL on the back of the card.