Shen Wei looked thoughtfully at the constantly rotating surveillance camera in the stairwell and said, "Vice Director Yu, do you know where the director set up the monitoring room?"

"I really don't know about that! I'm only responsible for recruiting the lead actors, playing a cameo role, guiding the camera positions, and editing and stuff. The director is responsible for all that you're talking about..." Vice Director Yu said with a wronged expression.

"You're a vice director who knows nothing; you're just a sucker..." Faced with Shen Wei's ruthless mockery, Vice Director Yu lost his previous arrogance and just hung his head silently.

At this time, Hu Dalei, who was at the back, was trapped on the 4th floor and couldn't find an exit.

Originally, he was closely following behind Cui Jiani, but at the stairwell entrance, he felt someone grab the back of his collar and yank him directly to the ground.

"Who? Who is it? Stop messing around..." When Hu Dalei got up to check, there was no one behind him.

At this time, Hu Dalei's mustache was covered in sweat, and his clothes were soaked. He nervously searched back and forth on the 4th floor.

Suddenly, he heard voices in a classroom. He tiptoed to the front of the classroom door and peeked inside through the opened door. Unexpectedly, there were two familiar faces in the classroom: the ghost-fire youth, Li Haiyang, and the housewife, Wei Fang, who he had previously assigned to different groups. At this moment, the two were sitting around a circle of desks, as if resting or waiting for something.

"Something's not right; why aren't they running away? Why are they sitting motionless in this classroom? There must be something strange about this; I must leave here quickly. This place is too dangerous..."

Just as Hu Dalei was about to turn around and leave, he felt someone push him hard from behind.

"Hee hee hee hee..." The eerie laughter from behind gradually faded away. Hu Dalei's body suddenly lost its balance, and he crashed through the old classroom door, falling into the classroom.

"Hu Dalei..."

"Hu Dalei..."

The ghost-fire youth, Li Haiyang, and the housewife, Wei Fang, looked at Hu Dalei, who had barged in, with astonished expressions.

"I'm really impressed by you, you old schemer. Are you really afraid of not killing us?..." The ghost-fire youth, Li Haiyang, shouted angrily.

"What are you talking about? How did I harm you?..." Before Hu Dalei could finish speaking, he felt a blur before his eyes. When he regained his vision, he was already sitting on an old chair.

"Okay, okay, that's enough people; let's play pass the parcel..."

"Okay, okay, that's enough people; let's play pass the parcel..."

The eerie children's voices rang out one after another, making the three people in the classroom feel chills down their spines, their hair standing on end.

Just as their minds went blank, one after another, students wearing school uniforms appeared in front of the desks arranged in a circle, with their backs to them.

At the front of the blackboard, a little girl with pigtails, also with her back to them, appeared, holding a severed human arm in her hand. She began to introduce the rules of the game to everyone:

"Hello, three students. In order to promote everyone's friendship, Class 1, Grade 3, has specially prepared this pass-the-parcel game to welcome the new students. However, refusing to play the game or losing the game will result in a small punishment. You now have 10 seconds to prepare. The game starts after 10 seconds. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6..."

As the little girl wearing the old school uniform, with only her pigtails visible, continued to count down, a storm raged in the hearts of the three.

"This Death Recording TV series isn't filming our death process, is it? This is too scary. No, I can't die; I must survive. Oh, that's right, there are rules at the end of the script; maybe following the rules will allow me to survive..."

Thinking of this, Hu Dalei quickly took out his script and flipped to the last page, searching for applicable rules.

"Rule Two: There are no children here; there never have been. If you encounter frolicking children, please try to avoid them. If you cannot avoid them or if they find you and you participate in their game and win."

"Damn it, I was wrong from the beginning. When Shen Wei said he encountered those strange children, I should have left here. Now I must participate in this game, but how can I win? It doesn't say in the rules!..."

Hu Dalei looked dejected but still tried to cheer himself up. The other two were the same. At this time, the desks in the classroom were arranged in a circle. Including the three of them, there were about 10 people participating in this game, and the three of them were next to each other. In clockwise order, there was the ghost-fire youth, Li Haiyang, the housewife, Wei Fang, and finally Hu Dalei. Behind Hu Dalei was a strange classmate whose face could not be seen. The reason why these strange classmates' faces could not be seen was because Hu Dalei had secretly turned his head to take a look, and the classmate's face was like it had been scribbled over with a pencil, a pile of chaotic black lines, and those lines were constantly twisting and jumping, looking extremely bizarre and strange.

In front of Li Haiyang was also that strange classmate. At this time, the two of them were panicking.

The rules of the pass-the-parcel game were actually very clear to the three people present. After all, they had all played this game as children.

That is, when the drum sounds, the participating players will choose an item and pass it in a specified order. When the drum stops, whoever has the item in their hands has to perform a show or talent. Of course, that's when playing with people. If you play this game with ghosts, it is estimated that performing talents will not work, and you may pay a terrible price.

As the countdown ended, the classmate in front of Li Haiyang suddenly took out a rotten head from the desk. The head was severely damaged and constantly dripping with yellowish corpse fluid, making it look extremely terrifying.

The ghost classmate with the unclear face turned around and handed the rotten human head to Li Haiyang. Li Haiyang was still a teenager and had never seen such a scene. He was immediately frightened and trembled, not daring to reach out to take it. But the strange classmate did not put the rotten human head on his desk, but still held it out with his hand, as if he would not turn around unless Li Haiyang took it.

As the drumming became more and more urgent, the two people behind him inevitably became a little anxious.

"Hurry up and take it, Li Haiyang. If the drum stops, who knows what terrible things will happen..."

"Stop hesitating, hesitation leads to failure..."