Chapter 1: The Eerie Phone Call

Guangdong Province, Jihua Township, Guicheng.

Inside dormitory 306 of Xingshuang No. 8 Middle School, a slender figure was struggling on the bed, his hand speed flying as the computer screen constantly switched; fortunately, the internet speed was fast enough, otherwise he might not have kept up with his seemingly graceful point-blank shots.

Headshot +1, wonderful, hehe.

Besides him, no one else was in the dormitory; there was no extra interference throughout, making it very carefree and free, only lacking the release of the mouse to sing a song and show off his voice.

Unknowingly, he had been playing in the dormitory for about two hours; if he didn't go out to eat now, he didn't know if he could even leave the school.

His attention had never been on time from start to finish; this consideration was actually a bit redundant, and the curfew was at 9 o'clock, while it was only just past 7 now, the night life hadn't even started, so it was still very early, no rush, no rush.

Back in the game, his push speed this round was quite fast, the score reaching 12:5; they only needed to win one more time for their Terrorist faction to officially declare the game over.

"Hey you, go to point B, don't drop it; I'll go to A. The odds of winning this round are huge; just one enemy, small case." The boy glanced at his 3/11/3 stats, not blushing at all, even commanding another teammate with great dominance; if the other had a slightly worse temper, he would probably have raged until the end of time without stopping.

"..." To suppress his anger and win the victory, that teammate, after a brief moment of thought, chose silence, quietly sneaking toward point B; between the choices, it was easy to pick, and generally, unless someone was slacking off or too angry to be commanded, they would follow the boy's orders.

After all, if nothing unexpected happened, this plan was still the safest and most secure, with a high probability of success; numerical advantage was no joke, of course, but all of this was just possibility, so don't misunderstand.

Whether they won or lost actually depended on what skill level the remaining opponent was and what weapon they carried; if it was a shotgun, oh boy, that would be painful! In this kind of corner map, a shotgun ambush was extremely unpleasant; one shot and you're gone.

The title "Equality for All Beings" was no joke.

If the opponent was also good at ambushing, the two of them would only have the fate of giving up.

As for why the teammate didn't want to speak and respond, it was obvious: he worried that if he got angry and retorted, at that moment, the loser would probably blame him even in death; it was better not to respond and just do his own part, as this round could only rely on himself, and the teammate was hopeless.

'Gogogo!' The boy sent the signal with great impatience, then carefully controlled his character to advance toward point A, holding a grenade in his hand already in the pin-pulled state, ready to throw it as soon as he reached the key point.

He was also a little afraid someone might jump out; even though the opponent was just one person, he still didn't know if he could handle them; anyone could talk big, but when it came to real guns and bullets, he was actually a bit nervous...

Actually, winning or losing this round didn't matter, since his side still had the advantage; it was just that he felt bad in his heart. After a verbal battle with his teammate, he barely won the victory; if he dropped the ball now, it wouldn't just be three or four people yelling, but the whole team attacking, and he might even get kicked out. After working so hard to get here, if he didn't even get a single GP, wouldn't that be a waste of time? So he had to seek progress while being steady; at least that would be some kind of explanation. Hey, look how awesome my skills are, carrying the whole team, right?

Alright, enough bragging.

He walked safely from point B to the middle of the bridge; he didn't find anyone at point A during the journey, or perhaps they were planting the bomb; various situations were possible.

After a brief thought, he chose to jump down from the gap in the bridge, approaching point A on foot; he had mastered the basic operations, but unfortunately, the sound of stepping on the water was still very loud, and he didn't know if the opponent had noticed.

Soon, he crossed the water route and walked toward the right bank; after walking about one-third of the way, a prompt sound rang in his ears.

'Beep, the bomb has been planted at point A.'

"That fast?" The boy muttered, unable to hold back throwing the grenade in his hand; it traced a long parabola in the air and finally exploded at the upper right of point A, leaving only a black mark on the firecracker box; as for any kill, that was even more nonsense.

The scene fell into awkwardness for a moment, of course, for those watching him; from his perspective of just burying his head and moving forward, seeing this situation would require him to die first.

They were all furious, banging their keyboards with a bang, but in the end, they uniformly chose not to send anything; wait, just wait and see. If he really was unreliable, they wouldn't mind becoming keyboard gods, cursing him out and then voting to kick him out; it was so damn infuriating, throwing a grenade blindly like that.

He took out his main weapon, the M4A1-Thunder God, and habitually pressed the right mouse button to aim; at this moment, he felt invincible.

Holding the gun, he rushed toward point A in great haste, not caring about anything else; the bomb package kept flashing. If nothing unexpected happened, it must have been planted for some time, otherwise it wouldn't have turned red so urgently; this was a sign of imminent explosion. If he didn't stop it now, he would only lose. Steadiness was only possible when the bomb wasn't planted; now he could only hope the opponent was near the package, so one magazine would end everything.

The muzzle remained fixed on the direction of the bomb site, and he still chose not to fire; waking the snake would be bad. Although his skills were poor, he at least had basic awareness; if he could be given powerful skills, perhaps he could roam freely here. Unfortunately, imagination was just imagination; he still had to face reality.

'Rat-tat-tat!' While he was running quickly, sparks flew from the direction of point A; the health bar dropped straight down as if disappearing, instantly turning into 15 points of red health; the situation was extremely precarious.

Coincidentally, a phone call suddenly rang in the quiet dormitory. During the one second he was stunned, his character's health bar officially emptied, dying right there in the northwest; the killcam revealed that inside a firecracker box very close to the bomb site, a real old sneak was hiding.

"Damn, how coincidental, who is it?" He fiercely threw the mouse aside, venting his frustration at being ambushed to death, then picked up the phone beside him that was playing music and vibrating 'buzz-buzz'. The boy now desperately wanted a target to vent on; if it was just a harassment call, he wouldn't mind making the other person doubt life itself.

"Guicheng Graveyard Manager Liang Kang? What the heck? I just didn't go out during Qingming Festival, and now they call with such an ominous phone?" At this moment, the boy actually hesitated a little. If it were another stranger's call or a relative's call, he would normally answer, but this thing felt a bit eerie, and he was worried about getting involved.

Regarding the theory of ghosts and gods, he chose to believe in ghosts rather than easily touch them; therefore, this phone call was a bit hard to handle...

The phone kept ringing; he slid to the answer button again and again but refused to let go. Even with the bright white lights on in the room, his back felt cold, and he was completely terrified; he quickly leaned against the wall, hoping to reduce this fear. Finally, he put down the phone, refusing to answer no matter what it did; as long as I don't see it, ghosts can't see me... sob, sob. I should have just played the game seriously; then I wouldn't have encountered this weird thing. Hurry up and end it; I want to go out.

After a long period of ringing, the call ended automatically. Just as he was taking a deep breath of relief, the phone called again, as if it would keep calling until he answered; one could say this 'ghost' was very persistent.