His hand was cut and his HP was reduced by 2 points?

This...

Johnson was stunned.

It took him a long time to pick up the cutter, grit his teeth, and cut another small wound on his finger.

"Hiss!"

He took a deep breath and didn't wipe it with a tissue. He looked at the phone screen immediately, he was really stunned.

998 turned to 997—his HP had dropped a little.

"? ?"

There was nothing else in his head except the question marks.

The Internet cafe was empty, and there was only the angry scolding of the loud guy.

After a long while, he re-examined the game called The Demon Hunter.

Looking at the task and the countdown again, he felt a little creepy.

After thinking for a while, he decided to give up the task.

"There's something wrong with this game. Maybe someone is playing a prank on me and wants me to go to the ladies' toilet and take a photo of someone secretly. What is wrong with that guy?" thought Johnson.

He wouldn't be this puzzled if he was asked to take a photo of someone taking a shower. After all, perverts nowadays were not that rare.

But... take a photo of someone in the ladies' toilet? That's so kinky.

However, when he clicked the button "Give up", the message box made him speechless.

[Would you like to quit the game? If you quit, your HP will be zero. Please consider it carefully.]

Johnson paused.

If his fingers had not been cut, he would not care.

However, his finger was cut, and his HP was reduced. It was obvious that he was threatened. It meant that if he quit, he would die!

"I... Damn it..."

He also played AR game Pokemon, that was connected to reality by his mobile phone. That game became popular all over the world in a short time.

Now, there were special glasses used to play AR games. It was very convenient and one could play at any time, so AR games were more popular now.

However, he had never imaged a game that could connect itself without any game equipment.

"The latest type of interaction game?" He really didn't understand.

"If I give up the task, my HP will be at zero. Then... what would happen when the time is up?"

He wanted to give it a try, but three days was still too long.

He looked at the time, and it was still ten minutes before 3:33 a.m... Johnson gritted his teeth and decided to accept the game.

Anyway, it was just a secret recording, which should not be a big deal.

It was just...

Going to the ladies' toilet to eavesdrop on other people's conversation, wouldn't it be a little... too exciting?

"3:33 am? So annoying. Who the hell goes to the toliet every day at this hour?" He had an indescribable feeling of resistance.

He did not have the courage to give up the task and see if he would really die.

In contrast, he was also curious who would come to the ladies' toilet to speak and sing.

Looking at the phone, two words appeared in his mind, "The demon?"

Looking up at the empty Internet cafe, he suddenly shivered.

The sudden event made him feel that the instant noodle soup had lost its warm.

"I'm just being paranoid. It's almost the twenty-second century. There are no such things as ghosts or demon in the world." He ridiculed himself for being timid.

After thinking for a while, the last ten minutes came. Johnson clicked to accept the task and walked to the corner of the toilet.

The lights seemed to be dim a little, giving a depressed feeling.

He sneaked into the ladies' room, which was empty. Under the reflection of a huge mirror, it looked very spacious.

He looked at himself in the mirror and swallowed hard. Only then did he carefully open the penultimate stall and gently shut the door.

In the silent environment, there were occasional sounds of dripping water.

In the dim light, time seemed to slow down.

Johnson sat on the toilet and suddenly looked forward to it.

He took out his phone and looked at it, feeling a little restless.

If this was spread out, his Internet cafe would probably be closed on the same day.

"Well... no, I have to cover my face!"

There was not enough time, and there was no place to find a mask.

Looking at his socks, he suddenly remembered that they were just bought yesterday.

He took off his sock and sniffed the familiar scent. Ewww....

He cut his socks with a folded knife and put it on his head as a mask.

After all this, there was not much time left. He turned on the recorder and waited quietly.

Time passed by.

The sound of dripping water in the toilet seemed to be getting urgent, which made his breathing also become rapid.

"56..."

"57..."

"58..."

"59..."

Finally, it was 3:33 a.m.

He stopped breathing at this moment. He stood still and listened to the sound next door, afraid of being discovered.

However...

There was nothing but the quiet sound of dripping water.

It was just that the sound was more intense.

"What the hell? Didn't the game say that someone would come?" He was a bit puzzled, but suddenly felt a bit disappointed.

But just as he was disappointed, the sound of water dripping in the toilet became denser and gradually became the sound of running water, which seemed to be in the next stall.

Johnson was stunned for a moment. He didn't hear the door open or the footsteps. Why was there a sound nearby?

"Could it be that someone has been there at the beginning?"

He thought his analysis made sense. Fortunately, he had watched a lot of anime, so others called him Konan

from the famous anime "Meitantei Konan"

.

Gradually, he heard the indistinct sound of talking next door.

"You said that her skin is whiter than mine, so you like her."

"You said that she is slimmer than me, so you like her."

"You said that she is very gentle and considerate, so you like her."

"You said..."

It seemed that someone was murmuring. Even in such a quiet place, Johnson could not hear it clearly.

Johnson thought to himself, "Is there really someone here?"

The muttering continued, reverberating in the empty toilet.

"Please wait for me. When my skin becomes white enough, I'll go find you."

"Please wait for me. When I become slimmer. I'll go find you."

"Please don't leave, I'm really gentle..."

The voice gradually became a low chanting.

The girl seemed to be very happy, just like a sweetness in love, giving people a warm feeling.

However, Johnson felt a little strange.

"Being white and slim? Has she gone mad?"

He did not move.

The female voice gradually turned into a singing, later became a chanting.

It echoed in the toilet with the sound of dripping water and a strange cutting sound.

Johnson swallowed and listened to the girl's talking and singing. It was time to take photos, which was the most exciting thing!

He was very nervous and his heart beat like crazy.

He even began to fear that the girl would hear his heartbeats.

Just then, something fell to the ground.

With two ding-dong sounds, the singing, the voice, and all the other sounds stopped.

The sudden silence also made Johnson look down.

He saw that something had fallen to the ground. He glanced at the gap in the toilet and used his phone to beam a faint light. It turned out to be a fruit knife.

It was just...

This fruit knife was full of blood...

And at some point, the white tiles on the ground were also covered in blood!

"? ?"

Just as his head was full of questions, a hand reached down and grabbed the fruit knife again.

That hand was also dripping with blood. Most importantly, there were many places where fleshes were shaved, and bones were revealed!!

The white back of the bone hand seemed to lower the temperature of the toilet by 10 degrees.

The bone hand was holding a fruit knife, and the blade's edge crossed the surface of the tiles, making a sharp and harsh sound in the toilet.

Johnson felt a gust of freezing air rushing to the top of his head, as if his whole scalp exploded!

"? ?"