Wan Jie Hospice Care Company

"Which one should I choose?"

Everyone present, except Xiang Yu, had only one thought running through their minds:

What is it saying?!

"Which one should I choose...?" Ji Zhuo swallowed hard, then turned to look at Xiang Yu, hoping he could offer some advice.

Xiang Yu closed his eyes, letting his memories flood his mind, piecing together each clue one by one.

My favorite game is "Statues," my least favorite is tag, and my absolute least favorite is hide-and-seek!

The crooked handwriting in the diary flashed into his mind at that moment.

The diary entry likely describes the danger levels of the game: "Statues" offers the highest chance of survival; "Tag" is next; and "Hide and Seek" is the creature's favorite way to die.

Xiang Yu understood perfectly. The rules of the wooden figure were so simple as to be almost merciful. As long as you didn't move and stared intently at that eerie creature, you wouldn't forget anything. It couldn't easily brush your memories aside. It was just a little more difficult to stay still.

But if it's a ghost grabbing someone, or playing hide-and-seek... that's practically handing your neck to the blade.

He had imagined the scene: someone would turn and run, and then, in the instant their sight left the eerie place, the fleeing person would forget why they were running, and would stop blankly in the corridor, asking themselves, "What am I doing?"

Then, in that moment of confusion, he caught a glimpse of a small shadow drifting toward him out of the corner of his eye.

In the end, they will suffer the same fate as those two people next door.

Run? There's no way you can escape.

As for hide-and-seek, that's even more insidious than tag. Once the eerie creature leaves your sight, you'll completely forget about even the act of "hiding." How can someone who can't even remember the rules of a game possibly hide well?

and so……

Xiang Yu slowly opened his eyes, which shone brightly in the dim light.

"We'll choose the wooden figure."

"Okay, okay, let's play 'Statues'!"

"Don't move when I'm looking at you." The ghost child's empty eye sockets were filled with darkness, and anyone who was looked at by him felt a chill run down their spine, as if cold fingers were touching their back.

Xiang Yu then slowly retreated to a place where he could sit down, then leaned against the wall and remained motionless.

As for Ji Zhuo and Li Yiheng, after being signaled by Xiang Yu's eyes, they also stood straight against the wall, just like standing at attention, their bodies completely becoming like bamboo poles.

Anling remained huddled in the corner of the sofa, silently hugging her knees and taking deep breaths to calm her fearful heart.

"Huh? What wooden figures? What are you talking about?" The two people on the sixth floor were both scared and confused. They didn't understand what was happening, but it seemed like they had indeed encountered something terrible.

And why did that ghost child play the "statue" game? What does "statue" mean? What happens if you lose? Will you die?

Countless questions lingered in their minds, but the man on the sixth floor finally made up his mind, sat down on the ground, and tried to remain still as much as possible.

But his girlfriend looked around blankly, and in the suffocating silence, she suddenly screamed hysterically: "What does this mean? What game is this? What 'Statues' game is this?!"

The man reacted quickly, covering her mouth tightly with his hand.

At that very moment, the eerie voice spoke.

"one……"

Everyone's hands and feet were ice cold.

"two……"

The hands of the mechanical clock click, click, click.

"Three—Red Light, Green Light!!"

Everyone present felt a chill run down their spines. The ghost child's eyes, like abysses, had no eyeballs, yet its gaze surged in from all directions like a tide, as if it could see everything happening in the room.

"Don't speak or move!"

Those whose eyes are fixed on them dare not breathe and can only stand silently in place, motionless.

An eerie silence hung in the air, broken only by the ticking of the mechanical clock.

At this moment, Xiang Yu couldn't help but think that he should have chosen the wooden figure when dealing with this devilish child in the previous times.

Since I didn't leave many traces or clues after the game ended, only the "Statues" game fits the criteria.

If he chooses tag, or hide-and-seek... he probably won't even make it through the first few rounds, let alone leave a single word for himself later on.

But that's precisely the problem. While the wooden figure is safe, the other side of "safety" is that there's no chance of breaking the deadlock.

Everyone present could only stand frozen in place, unable to make any effective movements. After the game ended, this memory would be completely uprooted.

What's the difference between this and simply erasing this period of time from your life?

"...In other words, to deal with this strange thing, the wooden figure is just a delaying tactic. Only by choosing to play hide-and-seek or tag with the ghost can we have a chance to completely resolve the issue," Xiang Yu thought to himself.

But even if you choose to play tag or hide-and-seek, what way do you have to deal with the other person?

He didn't know if this thing could be damaged by physical attacks. If the ceramic figurine's "undying after injury" characteristic was a common ability of all the supernatural beings, then this ghost was simply unkillable.

Just as Xiang Yu was repeatedly pondering this in the silence, a voice suddenly rang out.

Achoo!!!

The sound came from the couple on the sixth floor. The woman sneezed for some reason, while the man could only watch helplessly.

The man stared at the woman with horrified eyes, and the woman, after sneezing, instantly realized something was wrong. The color drained from her face, and she screamed, trying with all her might to escape.

She scrambled to her feet, turned, and rushed toward the door, but just as her fingertips were about to touch the doorknob, she froze.

She stood frozen in front of the door, her gaze unfocused, her expression blank. She murmured in a daze, "This is... indecent assault!"

It seems he has completely forgotten this experience.

In the dead silence, the ghost child laughed:

"You lost! You lost! You lost! You lost!"

Its cries grew sharper and more cheerful with each passing moment, like a flock of crows flapping their wings on a grave. It lunged forward and grabbed the woman's wrist.

Her skin quickly adhered to her bones, her flesh rapidly collapsed inward, and her moisture was absorbed by something invisible. In the end, all that remained was a withered, gray skin, loosely wrapping around a skeleton, her eyeballs bulging out of their sockets, almost falling out, staring fixedly ahead.

She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.

But I couldn't say anything.

"Clatter".

She fell straight to the ground, her bones hitting the wooden floor with a crisp, dull thud that echoed through the deathly silent room, lingering for a long time.

The ghost child slowly turned around, his laughter still sending chills down people's spines.

"Come on, let's keep playing! What do you want to play next time?"

"Statues, tag, or hide-and-seek?"

"The devil is catching people!"

After seeing the woman's dead body, the man was gripped by extreme fear.

He wanted to run, to run as far as possible!

He doesn't want to play some weird "statues" game here!

"Okay, okay, let's play tag next."

The ghost child smiled, and the moment he finished speaking, the man ran wildly towards the door!

But as he ran, he realized that he couldn't escape by running like that.

That woman's fate serves as a cautionary tale.

In a flash, he bit his fingertip hard, and blood gushed out. With that blood, he tremblingly wrote a word on his arm.

"run".