Trapped in the contraction, the man continued crying and screaming. Although we already knew his ending, we were still covered in cold sweat, worried for him.

The sounds of a countdown timer echoed in the room and the man's expression grew terrified. "Was there a bomb planted in the room?” I mused. “Looks like the murderer set a time limit for the victim to escape."

"I fast-forwarded it earlier,” said Lao Yao. “There isn’t any explosion later on so it’s probably fake."

Four minutes later, the man had tears streaming down his sweaty face and snot under his nose. Just when I thought he would buckle under the pressure, the man suddenly gave a loud roar and pulled his foot out.

Xiaotao grasped my hand nervously, her hands damp with sweat.

Although the man pulled his left foot out, the blade on...