There is no doubt that this card was left by the mysterious "schoolmate". And this card was "printed". In reality, only a few minutes have passed since his "death". In other words... The schoolmate who killed him had already predicted that he would be "resurrected". She knew the existence of the "death game" and was very sure that she would be resurrected from this game. Thinking back carefully, the other party casually took out a pistol in a country with such good security, just to shoot an ordinary college student like him, and said some strange words... It is indeed a bit "abnormal". It is not surprising that it is related to the "death game", which is also "beyond common sense". But in this way...
The "advantages" of his original profession and props are not so significant. After all, the other party at least knows that these things exist. It is even very likely that... The guy has also participated in the "death game" in person. Lin Yu took a deep breath and calmed down again. "It seems that I can only 'accept the invitation'." The second line of text on this card... is "time" and "address". "Friday 20:00 No. 940, Changming Street, Shangnan District, Jiangcheng" This is definitely the "invitation letter" left by the murderer who killed him. As for what will happen after the appointment... Lin Yu still doesn't know. But, except for "accepting the invitation", he seems to have no choice. After all... Although the other party is the murderer who killed him, it is also the only thing that Lin Yu knows in reality that is "related" to this game. However. Today is Wednesday, and it is Wednesday that has just passed "zero o'clock". In other words, there are nearly three days left before the "time" on the card! This time is enough for Lin Yu to do many things.
But the most important thing now is... "It's time to go back to bed." Lin Yu walked off the stage, went backstage to change his costume, put on his simple black sweater and sweatpants, put on a backpack with the script on his back, and left the drama club. There will be rehearsals tomorrow and performances tonight, so of course I need to have a good rest tonight. Even though he just experienced something as ridiculous as the "death game", Lin Yu did not intend to disrupt tomorrow's "performance" arrangements. One of the important reasons why he came back alive was to continue "performing"... If he didn't perform well and live well for such things... Wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse? After locking the door of the drama club, Lin Yu took out the key and opened the bicycle lock at the door of the drama club. Lin Yu's bicycle was also very simple, a very ordinary black mountain bike. He pushed the mountain bike to the south gate of Jiangcheng Media University, and the security guard smiled and nodded to Lin Yu, and opened the locked small door for him. "Xiao Lin, you practiced so late again!" Lin Yu smiled: "Yes, uncle, you should rest early... Oh, by the way, uncle, have you seen a girl dressed like a Japanese middle school student with two braids?" After asking tentatively, after getting the uncle's confused shake of his head, Lin Yu smiled and nodded slightly again. "I just asked casually, please trouble you uncle." Lin Yu pushed the bike through the small door and left the campus of Jiangcheng Media. He rode through Jiangcheng at night. After passing two intersections, Lin Yu returned to his home-he was a local of Jiangcheng, and his home was not far from the Communication University, so he simply did not live in the dormitory. Pushing the door open lightly, the simple old-fashioned two-bedroom apartment was very narrow, and the whole house could be seen from the door. Although the house was old and small, it was decorated very warmly, with green plants and potted plants everywhere, and there was a fish tank on the small coffee table in the living room. On the dining table covered with a floral tablecloth, two plates of leftovers were covered with gauze, and the rice cooker was still on to keep warm. The photo hanging on the wall was taken last year - the photo was taken next to the stone with the school name printed on it at the entrance of Jiangcheng Media University. A round-faced young woman who looked 70% similar to Lin Yu made a flamboyant "V" with one hand and hugged Lin Yu, who was shy and standing with his head down, with the other hand. Lin Yu carefully took off his shoes, unplugged the rice cooker, and then returned to the bedroom with slippers. Then, he put his schoolbag and clothes on the desk next to him and lay down on the bed tiredly. "Huh..." Lin Yu lay on the bed and fell asleep in a few seconds. After a dreamless night, Lin Yu opened his eyes on time at seven o'clock the next morning. He walked out of the room, washed up, and came to the dining table.
The leftovers on the table last night have become a new plate of leftover fried rice. There is also a label next to the fried rice. "I didn't eat dinner last night. I'll come back to deal with you tonight!" There was a simple drawing of an angry face on the label. Lin Yu picked up the note, folded it gently and threw it into the trash can under the table. Although he didn't have much appetite, he felt the tension of the simple drawing, so he sat down obediently and finished the fried rice made of stir-fried beans and pork and shredded potatoes. After that, Lin Yu rode his bike to school again. Although he was a sophomore, Lin Yu happened to have no classes today. He came to school early and naturally went straight to the drama club. When Lin Yu arrived at the activity center of the drama club, an expected person was already standing on the stage of the theater in the activity center. The little girl in a white T-shirt and a baseball cap was pacing back and forth on the stage with a black pen in her mouth, holding the script with one hand on her waist. Hearing Lin Yu's footsteps, the little girl spoke briskly without raising her head. "Hey, my dear 'Ace', you came early today... People are not here yet, you can find a place to memorize the words by yourself." This girl, who looks at most meters tall, is called Shen Bingmiao. She is a junior this year and Lin Yu's senior. She is also the president, screenwriter and director of the drama club. Lin Yu saw Shen Bingmiao, thought for a moment, and spoke. "President, I have something to ask of you." Hearing Lin Yu's words, Shen Bingmiao raised her head with a strange look in her eyes. She flicked the brim of her hat and said, "This is really strange. You actually took the initiative to ask me for help... What is it? My dear 'Ace'." "I want to find someone. She may be a freshman." Lin Yu spoke carefully. Shen Bingmiao raised her eyebrows: "You should post a white wall for this kind of thing." "No, first of all, I need the result in a hurry, and secondly, I suspect that she may not be from our school," Lin Yu said calmly, "So, this is not something that ordinary people can do." Hearing Lin Yu's words, Shen Bingmiao laughed. "I understand what you mean, it's really embarrassing - but I promised you, who made you my "trump card"!" Shen Bingmiao spit out the pen in her mouth, threw the script on the ground, and jumped off the stage in two steps. "Let's go!" Shen Bingmiao patted Lin Yu's arm and said happily.
"Now? Don't you want to wait for them to rehearse?" "We have rehearsed many times, and this last time is not a big deal... In my opinion, the status of the leading actor is the most important!" "So, help you solve the problem first!"
