80: Chapter 80: Fatal Games

Chapter 80: Fatal Games

After dinner, I was about to continue my investigation when my phone automatically activated the death game interface. 1

This time, the phone was still black at first. Then, in the middle of the phone screen, a red-blooded eyeball appeared.

The phone shook violently. The eyeball was close to the screen. Apart from the eyeball, it also popped up. A broken arm was constantly beating the screen.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! He knew that this was all fake, but he was still shocked by the special effects.

However, I didn't think about it anymore. Black hair constantly gushed out from the screen.

I was so scared that I quickly threw my phone far away. The moment my phone fell to the ground, everything returned to normal as if it had never happened before.

He let out a long breath and calmed his fear. It took him a long time before he got bold enough to pick up the phone that had fallen to the ground.

The moment I picked up the phone, the screen suddenly lit up. Then, I saw a pair of hands pass through the screen and tightly grip my neck.

I exclaimed," Ah, save me!"

Hearing my cry for help, Mo Yin Si and the male god broke into the room. The moment they rushed in, everything returned to normal.

However, they looked at me with puzzlement and confusion. Mo Yin Si asked," You committed suicide. Do you want to call us to watch?"

Just as I was about to retort, I realized that it was really my hand. I pinched my neck and quickly put it down.

He was a little puzzled. Didn't he reach out his hand from the screen and pinch my neck? Why did it become like I pinched myself?

Thinking back to the death game, could it be that the people who killed themselves had hallucinations just like me?

This kind of death was too unjust. If it weren't for Mo Yin Si and the male god, would n' t I have strangled myself to death?

I'm really regretting going to try this death game. It's really killing me. I've already lost my heart.

After telling them about what had just happened, Mo Yin Si reached out and took my phone.

He clicked into the death game, but other than the black screen, there were no other terrifying images.

He shook his head gently." Even if you want to kill yourself, find a better excuse."

After saying that, he tossed the phone back to me and left with the male god. When had their relationship been so good?

Of course, when he walked to the door, I realized that my focus should not be on this.

I chased after them and stopped them. I felt wronged," Don't leave. Leave me alone. I' ll be afraid."

Mo Yin Si turned around and said," You continue playing suicide. We won't stop you."

I heard him say that and pushed him out. Even if I didn't believe him, there was no need to say that.

For a moment, anger, grievance, fear, and other emotions surged into his heart, forcefully suppressing the urge to cry.

I didn't believe that I was going to ask for help with the other members of the group. The members of the group also did n' t believe him.

Just as I was about to send a message for help, my heart ached like a knife. Was this an illusion?

He reached out his hand and confirmed that this time, it wasn't me.

The pain caused me to fall to the ground and my mind began to blur. This time, I could not even call for help.

After some time, before I completely lost consciousness, there was a man in a black trench coat standing in front of me.

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