This was a large supermarket.

At the moment, Nine Lives was in a warehouse on the second floor. There were plenty of snacks on the surrounding shelves, but he didn't have an appetite right now.

If what Bai Qiong said is true, that the ghost can detect the location of all players and teleport... then wouldn't hiding here be pointless? Furthermore, if the ghost can only attack escapees, hiding so well becomes even more pointless.

With this in mind, Nine Lives felt a little more courageous.

He touched his ponytail. "I have nothing to fear from ghosts, as long as I don't run into anyone else before midnight…"

Just a while ago, the group of escapees was terrified of the Hunter, hiding out of sight. Who would have thought that the roles would be reversed so quickly? Now, it was the Hunter's turn to be chased by the escapees.

Indeed, fortunes shift, and no one escapes fate.

So even if there's no need to hide from ghosts now, I must hide from the escapees.

"I wonder how many escapees are left alive now." Nine Lives anxiously fiddled with his ponytail, his gaze fixed on the warehouse door.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded from beyond the door.

After only a few seconds, the faint sound disappeared.

Like a drop of water melting into a lake, it vanished into the silent night.

Nine Lives tensed his body, watching the warehouse door intently, even though he couldn't see a thing in the darkness outside.

He harbored a strange wish: he didn't want the figure outside to be a ghost, but nor did he want it to be a human.

After a long while, the disappeared footsteps didn't resurface, but Nine Lives still couldn't relax.

Just then, his sharp ears caught a faint noise.

It wasn't from the spooky warehouse door, but from…above his head.

He looked up slowly.

A pale face was hanging above him, unnoticed until now.

Run!

Nine Lives' extensive experience had instilled an immediate reaction: to run at the sight of a ghost.

His mind went blank. He bolted from the shelves and ran to the door without thinking.

His heart pounded like a drum. Holding his breath, he dashed forward, not even daring to glance back to see if the pale face was following.

As his heart throbbed wildly, the door was already close at hand. Nine Lives took a deep breath and rushed even faster toward it.

But just then, a blurred figure suddenly appeared before him.

The figure appeared from behind the door, standing just two meters away.

Seeing the figure, Nine Lives was stunned. The ghost *can* teleport!

But he was going too fast to stop. In the blink of an eye, he crashed into the figure, managing only to reach out and brace for impact.

The collision was so strong that Nine Lives and the figure rolled out of the warehouse together.

Amid the chaos, Nine Lives thought he heard a groan of pain.

What? Can ghosts feel pain when knocked down? Nine Lives groaned as he tumbled, every part of his body aching and his mind blurring.

Just then, he saw the figure jump up.

Nine Lives hurriedly backed away.

But that figure ignored him, turned, and fled in the opposite direction.

What's going on? Nine Lives' confusion grew as he watched the rapidly retreating figure.

Just then, a robotic voice sounded in his ear—"You have successfully captured an escapee. This player will replace you and become the new Hunter."

Nine Lives felt his head explode.

In other words, that figure was an escapee! I accidentally caught them during the tumble, and now our identities have reversed! I'm no longer the dominant Hunter in this instance! And now...

Nine Lives stiffly twisted his neck towards the warehouse door. In the pitch-black warehouse, a pair of pale feet appeared in his line of sight.

Scrambling to his feet, Nine Lives started running again, cursing as he ran, "Damn it!"

He sprinted, weaving through weak patches of light scattered throughout the supermarket and knocking over objects in his path.

Amidst the clatter, footsteps behind him sounded, THUD, THUD.

Like a wooden stick thumping the ground.

Nine Lives ran for his life, horrified to realize that he wasn't gaining any distance.

If anything, the sounds are getting closer! Run, run, run!

Nine Lives screamed inwardly, though whimpering sounds escaped his lips.

Yet, despite his pleas, he didn't seem to be moving any faster. Suddenly, he winced as a sharp pain shot through his thigh—apparently a pulled muscle from the intense running.

As time passed, the initially dull pain grew sharper, until eventually, each step brought excruciating agony.

He knew that continuing this way wasn't a solution. But the ghost behind him was getting closer and closer...

In the dimness, he saw what seemed to be a glimmer of light ahead.

A window!

Nine Lives was overjoyed. Supermarkets rarely had windows, at least not large ones, but now one was directly in front of him.

This is the second floor. Even if I jump out of the window, it won't be life-threatening.

Hearing the approaching sounds from behind, Nine Lives sprinted to the window and hurled himself out.

The ground below was concrete, offering no cushioning for his fall from the second floor.

During his descent, Nine Lives started to feel a flicker of fear, but before it could fully register, he crashed onto the ground. Intense pain shot through his body, so severe he couldn't tell which part hurt the most.

He gritted his teeth against the pain and, without hesitation, scrambled up and started to run.

This was a small alley behind the supermarket. Nine Lives bolted through it, only daring to glance back when he was about to emerge.

The pale face hovered in the dark window, staring in his direction—like a colorless, black-and-white photograph.

Nine Lives immediately jerked his head back around and sprinted away.

"Since this ghost can teleport and knows all the players' positions, it will catch me no matter where I run! So, I can't run to an open space. I have to go somewhere I can cleverly shake off the ghost quickly..."

With this in mind, he dashed towards an amusement park not far away.

The amusement park at night was eerily quiet. Nine Lives looked around, trembling, his attention soon caught by an unusual building.

Infinite Mirror House...

The so-called Infinite Mirror House was a labyrinth. Unlike ordinary labyrinths, its walls were made of mirrors.

These mirrors cleverly used angles to reflect their surroundings, causing visual disorientation. If not careful, people would smash right into them.

After a moment's thought, Nine Lives sneaked inside. He groped his way in and found a hidden, tricky corner where the mirrors could hardly reflect, then squatted down.

"Even if the ghost finds this house, it won't find my exact hiding place right away. I can also use the terrain to escape!"

As Nine Lives thought this, he glanced at his phone.

It was exactly 10:40.

One hour and twenty minutes left. Then this disastrous game of hide-and-seek will be over, and I'll get a decent score.

Thinking of this, he chuckled. After risking my life to catch an escapee, the final score definitely won't be low. I have to hold out for this hour and a bit for the final evaluation.

With this in mind, he lifted his head and stared intently at the mirror in front of him.

The mirrors here are the best messengers. If the ghost appears, it will definitely be reflected in the multitude of mirrors. Then I'll run away immediately!

Time flew by.

In the quiet night, the rustling of grass in the wind occasionally sounded near the entrance. Nine Lives' nerves were stretched taut, making him exceptionally sensitive.

After being startled numerous times, he shifted slightly, pulled out his phone, and checked the time.

It was 11:40!

Nine Lives was ecstatic.

Only twenty minutes left to end this damned game!

Thinking this, he raised his head.

A distorted face had somehow appeared around the corner.

Nine Lives shivered violently and immediately wanted to flee.

But he quickly realized—it's a reflection! It's the mirror! That face is reflected; the ghost itself isn't in that position!

As he pondered this, he began to move his body, intending to creep quietly in the direction away from the face.

But just then, the face around the corner suddenly twitched violently. Then, to Nine Lives' shock, all the mirrors around him instantly reflected the ghost face.

It teleported near me!

He saw the face turn slightly, its gaze seemingly searching for something. Nine Lives shrunk back, not daring to breathe.

But finally, that gaze landed on him.

It found me through the reflection in the mirrors...

The distorted face gave him an eerie smile.

Nine Lives shivered violently. It's over...

But at that moment, a sudden THUD, accompanied by a curse—"What the hell?!"—echoed in the room, and to his astonishment, the ghost face vanished!

Gu Mian was rubbing his nose, looking at the mirror he had knocked over. "This damn place. You hit the mirrors if you're not careful..."

Then, as if noticing something, he bent down, grabbed some hair sticking out from under the mirror, and lifted up what had been pinned beneath it. "What on earth is this?"

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