The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

The green shade of the trees meets the blue sky. Under the bright sunshine, the veins of the leaves are clear and the edges are shining with golden halos.

People were walking in groups of two or three on the campus, occasionally looking up at the dim morning light through the gaps between the trees.

"Qin Jue, those dozens of people last night should all be dead." On the way to the classroom, Xu Huang, carrying his bag, showed his friend the news pushed to him by his mobile phone this morning.

In this city alone, several people died mysteriously today.

What is also inseparable from these dead is the murder game called "March of the Night" that caused widespread panic.

"There are several cases in the school, but the strange thing is that one of them has become a vegetable, and it seems that he is not completely dead..." Qin Jue called up the school group chat and placed it together with Xu Huang's phone.

“…Chinese Language Department…is that the one from last night…” They were classmates from different majors and they were not familiar with each other. Xu Huang was not quite sure and did not immediately match him with the person who died last night.

There are only three minutes left until the next class. Sometimes the bad thing about elective courses is that the selected classroom is too far away from the teaching building of the major, and students have to spend time and energy just to travel between classes.

The roads in Lanzhou University are mostly made up of steps and ramps. Students with poor physical strength will start to pant slightly after walking up the steep slopes.

But time was running out, and many people began to jog to the lecture hall in Building No. 5.

"Class is about to start, let's go to the classroom first." Qin Jue turned off his phone and quickened his pace.

"Okay." No matter how bizarre something is, it will become common after it happens many times. Xu Huang still felt a chill in his heart when he thought of the bloody scene in the trial field last night.

Elective courses are usually taught by several majors together. The tiered classroom is very large and can accommodate a large number of people. Qin Jue and Xu Huang had no intention of attending the class, so they chose to sit down in a corner.

Students gradually took their seats in the classroom. When there were many people, the voices were noisy and everyone had their own topics to talk about.

Xu Huang was just about to flip to the topic exchange section about 'Strange Night March' on the web page to talk to his friends, when he saw Qin Jue supporting his cheek with one hand without any emotion, and deftly turning the pen with the other hand, shaking his head at him.

The other person placed the tip of the pen between his lips, raised his chin slightly, and signaled Xu Huang with his eyes to be quiet and listen carefully.

Xu Huang carefully listened to what the girls in the front row were discussing through a row of desks and his classmates.

"Did she really become a vegetable? Was she dragged into the game?"

"Of course, there have been many such incidents. However, it is said that the one who discovered her, Lin Wan, was a close friend of Chen Nian. She was so frightened at the time!"

"I know. She looked very pale. When the instructor came over, she asked her to take a few days off to recuperate. Unfortunately, she didn't go back. She insisted on staying to attend the class."

"She didn't come to class to listen to the lectures. She came to see her rich second-generation boyfriend! Hey, I heard that her boyfriend originally fell in love with Chen Nian..." A girl nudged her sighing deskmate with her arm and lowered her voice to tell the inside story she knew.

Another one whispered, "I heard that her boyfriend is very promiscuous! All the beauties that get off his car are different."

The girl on the left is worried: "I'm really afraid that my name will appear on the list one day. My parents signed me up for a Taekwondo class, but I haven't even mastered the basic moves, and now my body is covered with bruises."

After a few words, the bell rang for class. Everyone stopped whispering and the only voice left in the classroom was the teacher's voice on the loudspeaker.

Xu Huang withdrew his gaze from the girls in the front row and met Qin Jue's eyes, temporarily suppressing all his worries.

Initially, the topic of "March of the Spooky Night" was not a night game that people were afraid of and elusive, but a very inconspicuous midnight website.

According to the website, anyone who holds a grudge can write down the object of their hatred in the blacklist of the webpage, and "Ghost Night" will help some people and punish the sins of the object of their hatred.

At first, people thought it was just a prank written by a programmer who was working overtime late at night and was angry with his boss. Some netizens occasionally clicked on the webpage and tentatively wrote down the names of people they hated.

Once there is a first, there will be a second. As the people on the list die mysteriously one after another, things begin to get out of control.

Those who managed to survive created a topic section called "March of the Spooky Night" on the communication platform as players, describing in detail how they were brought into a strange game at night and how they managed to escape.

But clearing the game is not the end. The player knows that he has been locked in the game and cannot escape. However, he cannot predict whether he can survive in the next game. Feeling anxious, he urgently looks for people like him and the police on the platform for help.

As soon as the post was published, it caused an uproar. The netizen's description was bloody and horrifying, and his fear could be seen from the text. The content also matched the real time and events.

Although some people still think that it is just deliberate hype by netizens, the more and more people die unexpectedly in their sleep, making the already true rumors even more credible and causing panic among the people.

The police also had to gradually try to believe the existence of this strange game from a scientific worldview.

In order to suppress public opinion, the authorities also deleted a large number of comments on the relevant entries and the midnight website.

But the webpage seems to have some strange power. No matter how the background is operated, it cannot be deleted and still appears on time at midnight every night.

However, not everyone can find the webpage. It seems to have consciousness and will actively look for those who harbor resentment or obsession. When a person's name is written down, the webpage will send an invitation letter, which will pop up from the electronic device of the person whose name is written, symbolizing the beginning of being pulled into the game.

It’s not that the authorities haven’t thought about countermeasures, but there is simply no feasible way to find a way to start or be pulled into the game.

Those who can find the website are naturally unwilling to expose their alternative behavior of harming others, and the life and death of those who are pulled into the game is still unknown.

In the murder game, everyone is in danger. Everyone has a cautious smile on their face, and the campus seems more harmonious.

Everyone is afraid of accidentally offending someone and being written on the list.

So far, the game data held by the official is no different from that of other players.

People left the campus one after another or were taken away by ambulances. In the weird and terrifying atmosphere, classes continued.

Xu Huang propped his head up, looking at the book spread out in front of him, and was somewhat unable to concentrate on the teacher's enthusiastic narration.

He turned to look at his friend and roommate who was calmly fiddling with his phone, sighed, and looked away, wondering in his heart which idiot had written his and Qin Jue's names on the website.

Xu Huang had been upright for more than 20 years, but when he was young he would cry for a long time even when a cricket died. He really didn't know which grandson he had offended!

Xu Huang was so angry that he wrote a sentence on the notebook with a ballpoint pen and pushed it in front of Qin Jue.

"Qin Jue, who is trying to harm us? Do you have any idea of ​​the suspect?"