“We’re voting again?”
Everyone was tense but hopeful. If they guessed right this time, they could finally leave.
But if they guessed wrong…
They’d have to wait another “day”—or survive all the way to the third.
It looked like they were safe now. As long as they stayed together for the next two days, they’d probably be fine.
But was it really that simple? Fu Changxun frowned. Would the game really let them go?
From the malicious “livestream mode” to the moment a player had died right in front of them, this Low-Dimensional Selection game had never tried to hide its cruelty.
Maybe even surviving three days was just another trap.
Xu Zhengyi spoke up. “So… who do we vote for this time? No one’s really acted suspicious.”
He hadn’t found anything odd about “Lu Qi.” Perhaps because the man had already interacted with Fu Changxun back at the café, Xu Zhengyi had subconsciously excluded him. As for the others, he hadn’t noticed anything off.
The livestreaming guy chimed in, “One of us is dead, one voted wrong… that leaves me, my girlfriend, Big Bro Xu, Lu Qi, and those two over there.”
“I can vouch for me and my girlfriend. And those two—” he glanced at Dong Zi and Fu Changxun, “—they’re practically glued together, so I’m sure they’ll vouch for each other too.”
He suddenly remembered he was still being streamed. Though he had no idea who the audience was, the game required it, so he figured he might as well talk.
“That just leaves…”
His eyes flicked between Xu Zhengyi and Lu Qi, unable to decide.
“Lu Qi” looked uneasy, straining to play the part of someone wrongly accused.
But maybe he overacted just a little.
“I can’t be the [Ghost]!” he blurted out. “I’m his ex-boyfriend, for fuck’s sake!”
Xu Zhengyi added, “I remember him too. He was at the café that day.”
Seven players remained—and none could be definitively ruled out. The livestreaming guy tugged at his hair in frustration.
Then Fu Changxun suddenly asked, “Do any of you remember what color the café server’s hair was?”
Just as someone opened their mouth to answer, he raised his hand. “Shh. Don’t say it out loud.”
“If we all knew each other before this, then that means the [Ghost] must’ve replaced one of us after we entered the game.”
“And if they’re able to mimic someone this well, then they must have access to that person’s memories.”
Realization hit the group like cold water.
The trusting glances they’d shared now turned to wary suspicion.
A [Ghost] with someone’s memories—how the hell were they supposed to identify that?
This time, no one could trust anyone anymore.
Dong Zi, already following Fu Changxun’s train of thought, spoke up: “If that’s the case, then this game really is unfair to the players. So maybe… maybe the [Ghost] doesn’t have all of the person’s memories. Maybe just the strongest or most recent ones.”
That explained why Fu Changxun had asked about the café server’s hair color.
Even though he’d already figured out who the [Ghost] was, he had to play it safe—couldn’t let the enemy catch wind.
The paper they’d found in the villa was dirty and torn, but still usable. Everyone took a share.
Fu Changxun suggested offhandedly, “How about this—we each write down a question. It has to be something obvious from the café.”
The girlfriend, now too afraid to hold her boyfriend’s hand, rubbed her cold arms. “We’re gonna quiz each other?”
The guy glanced at the eerie high school girl and shivered. “Let’s leave her out of it.”
Xu Zhengyi nodded. “Alright. The six of us will split up and each write one question.”
He looked around at the others.
Not a single person objected.
No one objected, so the questioning began in earnest.
“What’s the price of any drink on the menu?”
“What are the tables in the café made of—wood, marble, or glass?”
“Was the manager male or female?”
“…”
These weren’t details everyone had paid attention to.
As time ticked by, some players scratched their heads in frustration, while others quickly jotted down answers—clearly confident in what they remembered. One person, however, simply tapped the paper repeatedly with their pen, not writing a single answer.
Fu Changxun watched the [Ghost] out of the corner of his eye. Though it looked like he was writing, he was actually just making dots.
It gave off the exact impression of someone who had the answers—but couldn’t write them down.
Dong Zi stood beside him without staring directly, but his peripheral vision kept sweeping across “Lu Qi” as well.
“We’ve all asked our questions. Let’s check the answers.” Xu Zhengyi was the first to place his paper on the floor. “Everyone keep your eyes open—let’s see who got the most wrong.”
No one needed the warning. Everyone was already on high alert, laying down their papers carefully to prevent any tampering from the [Ghost].
“First question—the price is variable. That’s correct… and this one’s right… this one’s wrong.”
“Second—tables were marble… this one again. Wrong.”
“Third—manager was male. All correct.”
“Fourth…”
After checking all six questions, the result was crystal clear.
“Lu Qi” stood out like a sore thumb. Out of six questions, he’d only answered one correctly—and that was the one he’d written himself.
Instantly, every gaze in the room locked onto him.
“Lu Qi” didn’t speak. His expression darkened as his eyes swept across the room. Xu Zhengyi couldn’t help taking a step back under the weight of that look.
“You—”
Then the man’s eyes swept across everyone else, sending a chill down their spines.
There was no time to wait. Everyone already knew the truth—there was no point pretending anymore. Fu Changxun made up his mind. He stood abruptly and declared, “I accuse Lu Qi of being the [Ghost]!”
[Ding-dong! Congratulations, player has successfully identified the [Ghost]!]
[Current instance progress: 50%. Remaining players must reach the front door of the villa while evading the [Ghost]’s interference to clear the game. Caution: The [Ghost] is very aggressive!]
Damn—now they had to run to the door?
This game was such bullshit.
Fu Changxun happened to be standing closest to the [Ghost], and given how high his aggro score was, he naturally became the first target. The moment the announcement finished, “Lu Qi” dropped all pretense and lunged at him, eyes full of murderous intent.
As the [Ghost] lunged toward him, Fu Changxun could practically hear death whispering in his ear—he was far too physically weak to run or fight.
His ability had already been used on the cat spirit, and now it couldn’t control anything.
In that split second, Dong Zi shot out from his side and landed a solid punch straight to “Lu Qi’s” face.
“Watch out!”
Fu Changxun could only stare in shock as “Lu Qi’s” face collapsed inward like it was melting—so grotesquely that his Sanity dropped directly to 80.
Then that face twisted into something new.
The [Ghost] revealed its true form.
