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The moment the phone screen suddenly lit up, Zhou Hang was crouched in front of the convenience store shelf, organizing instant noodles. He remembered that this action had been repeated thirty-seven times—there were always two more packages of Teng Jiao Beef Noodles on the third shelf of the right-hand side than any other flavor.
Sweat beads trickled down his spine, darkening the collar of his work uniform. When he caught a glimpse of the screen strangely glowing blue, he thought it was a hallucination caused by the repetitive nature of his task. It wasn't until the bright red "LIVE" sign began to pulse that he realized something was off, like some creature slowly crawling across the screen.
The title bar of the live stream was written in Gothic font: "Betting on the Death of Experiment Subject No. 43, Current Odds 1:87."
"This can't be happening..."
Zhou Hang's nails dug into his palm, and the metal edge of the shelf glinted coldly under the overhead light. The live stream was showing a real-time replay of his death scene half an hour from now: a truck driver drunkenly twisting open a bottle of mineral water, dark red liquid spilling from the mouth of the bottle. The barrage of comments suddenly erupted in cheers.
[Bet Right! Another Car Accident Group!]
[Real Big Shot]
[Suggesting the host arrange for a shredder play next time~]
Zhou Hang's temples throbbed violently as his fingertip brushed against the screen, wiping away a thin layer of sweat. The number of viewers in the upper right corner climbed at a rate of hundreds per second, and just as it broke one million, the entire interface twisted into a vortex-like mosaic.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the convenience store floor, the back of his head resting against a fallen bag of chips.
"Welcome Back to the Corridor of Death," a mechanical voice seeped from the phone's speaker, mixed with static like a broken old radio. "You have three chances to send paid bullet comments; each will consume ten years of your life."
Shivering, he tapped on the virtual keyboard, but "Save Me" turned into garbled text. His second attempt with "Who Are You" twisted into a smiling emoji, and before he could finish typing his third try, pain shot through his fingertips like fire.
The phone's temperature soared to nearly scalding levels, and an app icon resembling a bloody handprint appeared out of nowhere on the lock screen.
"Judgment Procedure has been activated."
The voice carried an eerie delight.
"Now redirecting you to the recommended live stream—"
In an instant, as the screen switched, Zhou Hang's stomach twisted violently.
Seven small windows played different death scenes simultaneously: a Construction Worker impaled by Rebar, a doctor convulsing on the operating table, a White-collar worker falling from the thirtieth floor... Each victim bore the same Barcode branded on their chest, glowing with a ghostly green light under the camera's close-up.
Suddenly, the shelves shook violently, and boxes of instant noodles crashed to the tiled floor.
Zhou Hang stumbled to steady himself against the cash register, realizing that dozens of translucent Data Streams were wrapping around him in the surveillance screen. Those codes burrowed into his ear like living parasites, projecting a Countdown on his retina—00:04:32.
"Abnormal data access detected."
The mechanical voice suddenly turned sharp,
"Initiating Memory Erasure Protocol."
Fluorescent Light Tubes in the convenience store burst one after another, glass shards raining down like droplets.
As Zhou Hang lunged toward the storage room, he saw his left hand pixelating, fingers transforming into swirling green blocks that vanished into thin air.
He grasped the metal handle of a Fire Axe and swung it fiercely at the twisting wall.
At the moment concrete fragments flew everywhere, a Server Array behind a hidden door emitted a low hum.
Rows of Hard Drive indicator lights glowed like countless blood-red eyes, reflecting the Eye of Truth Symbol spray-painted on the wall.
Zhou Hang's Work ID suddenly began to heat up, and beneath its plastic layer, an Electronic Ink Screen revealed a new message:
【Congratulations! Hidden Task Unlocked: Execute the Judge】
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