"And so, they were all cursed by the evil god. Including you, the viewer."
Xiao Wang laughed when he saw this subtitle.
What kind of era is this? Still using such a low-level way to scare the audience!
No way, he has to go to Douban and give it a bad review!
But... when Xiao Wang got off the bus, he suddenly lost consciousness.
...
Have you seen the news?
In the office, Xiao Zhu was putting on makeup when she heard her colleagues gossiping, so she immediately went over out of curiosity.
"Entertainment news? Which celebrity has gotten divorced again?"
“No,” Sister Li from the finance department lowered her voice and placed her phone on the table, “This is a true story that happened on Line 2 today. This man sat in a corner muttering to himself after getting on the train and kept banging his head against the door!”
"Is she crazy?" Xiao Zhu gritted her teeth, staring at the video, feeling a strange chill run down her spine.
"I don't know. He suddenly stopped later, and many people thought he was normal." Sister Li paused, then dragged the video progress bar again.
"But when he got off the train, he stood by the door. He only rushed out when the subway doors were about to close... and then he got crushed... I won't say anymore, you can see for yourself!"
Xiao Zhu shuddered and quietly went to the bathroom to dry heave.
When she got to the bathroom mirror to touch up her makeup, she noticed what appeared to be a line of small words on the mirror.
She curiously leaned closer, but was suddenly so frightened that she bumped her head into the mirror.
"thump!"
"Bang bang bang!"
When Xiao Zhu's body was discovered, her entire face was embedded in the mirror.
Several shards of glass with writing on them were swept into the trash can by the cleaner. Only Xiao Zhu knew what she had seen:
"When you see these words, you are already cursed."
...
Nankang High School is a middle school located near a vegetable market in the city, with an exceptionally low college entrance rate.
While the teacher was still lecturing on stage, the students in the back row had already gathered together to play games.
“Hey,” the boy in the lead suddenly laughed, “I just found a fun game.”
"What game? It's not that kind of game, is it?" another boy asked.
"A horror game! It seems to have come from overseas, called 'Malice'!"
"I heard it's been banned!"
Upon hearing this, everyone became even more interested, as if they themselves had become rebels at the forefront of the times.
When the boys opened the game, the first thing they saw was a realistic CG animation.
A woman was pleading for help from them, and the sounds of the game even drifted into the classroom.
The teacher on stage finally couldn't hold back any longer and shouted:
"Some of you students, it's fine if you don't want to study, but don't let those who do want to study get in the way! The few of you in the back, stand up!"
No one paid any attention to the teacher, and the boys in the back row kept their heads down and didn't move.
The teacher exploded. He rushed over and shoved the boys, yelling, "What are you doing? Stand up! No!"
The teacher fainted.
Because all of these boys are dead.
He died of suffocation.
Only the phone screen remained lit: "Those who have reached this point, you are cursed."
A note from the author:
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 104
☪ Earth's Destruction Countdown
Last week
Today is December 24th.
The girl stared at the computer screen, suddenly unsure of what to write.
Her temples were throbbing wildly, and her heart was pounding like a deer's.
"Ugh, at a time like this, the teacher still assigns us to write diaries, how stupid!"
The girl couldn't resist picking up her phone, and then, almost as if possessed, logged into an anonymous forum.
Because it's anonymous, many topics that can't be seen outside often appear here.
Some of it is made up, some is true.
For example, right now, someone posted: "Have you all heard about the curse incident? A high school in our city suddenly went on holiday."
Her finger trembled slightly, then she quietly clicked on the post.
Just as she predicted, the first few floors were filled with netizens who didn't believe her.
"Too green, don't chat with me!"
"It's obviously fake. I could make up ten of these kinds of stories in a minute!"
"An outline document? That's interesting. I'll take a number first!"
Until the original poster uploaded a picture, the wind direction in the entire building immediately changed.
It was an extremely gruesome picture, and the girl was so frightened she almost threw her phone away.
The photo shows several dead boys and a cell phone screen lying to the side, still gleaming.
Soon, more people emerged.
"I heard about it too. A strange person appeared on the subway in our city this morning. Before he died, he was muttering some kind of curse!"
"My sister just said that a horror movie was recommended to her phone today, but I can't find it on my phone no matter how hard I search. It's terrifying!"
"Everyone, have you seen today's homepage recommendation? That book is terrifying!"
The girl knew that the wisest thing to do at that moment was not to search for the book, but to forget about it.
Unfortunately, she couldn't control herself at all and had already switched to the homepage.
Malice.
She stared at a bright red eye on the cover, as if bewitched, and inexplicably opened the book.
The girl's mother picked up the freshly prepared milk from the kitchen and smiled as she pushed open her daughter's bedroom door.
Snap!
It was the sound of a cup falling to the ground and breaking.
The man who was watching TV in the living room stood up: "What's going on?"
When he arrived, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground.
Inside the room, the girl was hanging on the curtains, her eyes bulging out.
And in her mouth was a torn page from a book.
After carefully getting up, the man finally mustered the courage to pull the paper out of his daughter's mouth.
He thought this must be the key to his daughter's Zisha (purple clay) business.
"By the time you see this, you are already cursed."
The man threw the paper away abruptly and stomped on it several times.
Not long after, the neighbors heard a commotion coming from next door.
After the neighbors called the police, the officers pried open the door and found the bodies of a family of three.
The man used a kitchen knife to cut off his wife's head, and then used the same knife to stab himself in the chest.
This seemingly bloody scene of domestic violence actually originated from a curse.
"Brother Lu," Wei Jin said as she entered the office and saw Lu Shi sitting in the room eating snacks and watching TV. She was reluctant to disturb him.
Lu Shi immediately paused the video and turned around to ask, "You came all this way because you must have something to discuss with me, right?"
“Brother Lu, I’ve been looking at the news from various places lately, and I’ve noticed a lot of strange incidents.”
Lu Shi's expression immediately turned serious. He nodded slightly and walked to Wei Jin's side:
"Are these strange events caused by pollutants?"
"That doesn't seem like it. I specifically checked the recent dungeon completion records, and there were zero perfect completions, so there wouldn't be any contaminants leaking out. If it were contaminants that existed before, then it would be impossible to verify."
"It shouldn't be contaminants." The door opened, and Ye Bugui's voice rang out. He leaned against the doorframe and whispered:
“I asked someone to investigate, and these incidents are located in different regions, far apart. If this pollutant can affect such a wide area, it’s impossible that we didn’t know about its existence.”
"Could it be," Lu Shi's expression darkened further because of Ye Bugui's reasoning, "that the system's capabilities have been enhanced, and it has invaded reality?"
“Very likely,” Ye Bugui frowned, “If that’s the case, we must end this game immediately. Otherwise, our world will be doomed.”
Just then, Lu Shi's phone rang.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket, glanced at the caller ID, and said to Ye Bugui, "It's Modi calling."
Since the amusement park incident, they have become friends with Modi and have even exchanged their real-world contact information.
Modi's phone call at this critical juncture easily brings to mind this unusual event.
"You can answer it," Ye Bugui said softly.
Modi's voice came through quickly, sounding somewhat hurried, quite different from his usual self.