It was 11 o'clock at night when I saw that comment, and a chill ran down my spine.

　　Before I had the chance to respond, other netizens started cursing.

　　"What does that mean, cursing people?" "Talking about a coffin in the middle of the night, scaring people to death." "It feels malicious, Ruan Ruan, kick this ID out so that he doesn't pollute the livestream." While I was in a daze, that person posted a second comment.

　　"A door with no window, a feng shui taboo.

　　Can't get in angry, can't get out dead.

　　Over time, no one inside survives." Other netizens immediately started cursing even more fiercely.

　　"This person must be crazy." "Ruan Ruan, kick this person out quickly!" My name is Ruan Ruan, an amateur beauty blogger.

　　Most of the people in the livestream are my fans.

　　They came in at night to watch my skincare tips before bed, not to listen to ghost stories.

　　I also really want to kick this inexplicable person out, but for some reason, I couldn't do it.

　　Glancing at the water dripping from the ceiling, I felt increasingly uneasy.

　　Our dormitory was converted from a storage room, and it is indeed the only room in the whole building without windows.

　　Three other roommates and I live here.

　　Initially, we weren't very happy about it, but with the school's enrollment expansion in recent years, there weren't enough dormitories, so we had to compromise.

　　I glanced at that ID and her name is "Xiao Ran," which is not a familiar name to me as a fan..

　　As the comments became louder, I spoke up: "The sister named Xiao Ran, please don't make mysterious comments in the chat.

　　Otherwise, I'll have to kick you out." Almost as soon as I finished speaking, Xiao Ran posted another comment.

　　"The top of a coffin is the weakest part, and it will leak in rainy weather after years of erosion.

　　Otherwise, since you are not on the top floor, why would the ceiling leak for you on a rainy day?" I was stunned.

　　Although I often livestream in the dormitory, I have never told my fans which floor we are on.

　　And although it was indeed raining outside, our room doesn't have windows, so netizens cannot tell from the livestream footage.

　　As soon as this comment was posted, other netizens fell briefly silent.

　　Then, some started to believe her.

　　"Damn, I'm starting to get scared." "She seems to have some basis in what she's saying..." But soon, others refuted her.

　　"Ruan Ruan's IP address has been mostly experiencing rainfall recently.

　　Xiao Ran is probably just making it up." "Who knows what this person's intentions are in the middle of the night, Ruan Ruan, kick him out." I looked at Xiao Ran's ID, and the coldness on my back grew heavier.

　　She guessed it right.

　　Our room only leaks from the ceiling on rainy days.

　　But we are clearly not on the top floor, and I have asked friends in other dorm rooms, both on the same floor and on different floors, and none of them have this problem.

　　So I spoke softly, "You said our dorm room is like a coffin.

　　What is the hidden meaning behind it?" A few seconds later, my heart jumped abruptly.

　　Maybe to distinguish herself from other internet users, Xiaoran changed the color of her text to red, which appeared on the screen like blood.

　　[The women's dormitory was turned into a coffin room,To be buried with the owner of the grave.

　　[Among the four people in your dorm, one of them is a dead person, that is, the host of the grave.

　　The other three are sacrifices.]