The police officially declared Lin Ze's case closed.
Cause of disappearance: unknown.
Case status: unresolved.
But everyone knew the truth.
Or at least… they believed they did.
The livestream didn't just end that night.
It never ended.
Seven days after Lin Ze's final stream,
viewers began to notice something terrifying
Even after closing the app, their phones
would light up at exactly midnight.
And with it… came the scent.
The sickly-sweet fragrance of jasmine.
It started faintly—barely noticeable.
Then, stronger.
Overpowering.
Suffocating.
Some tried to uninstall the app.
Some smashed their phones to pieces.
But every night, at exactly 12:00 a.m., the scent would return.
And the knocking would start.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Always three soft knocks.
It was the seventh night for Zhao Wei, a long-time follower of Lin Ze's channel.
He hadn't slept in days.
His eyes were bloodshot, hands trembling as he taped his apartment door shut for the hundredth time.
If I can't hear it… maybe it won't happen.
But the jasmine scent had already begun to seep through the cracks.
He backed away, heart pounding, as the familiar soft knocks echoed through the silence.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The air grew colder.
A faint, girlish giggle echoed from the hallway outside his door.
"Hehehe…"
Zhao Wei squeezed his eyes shut, covering his ears.
It's not real. It's not real!
Then—
His phone lit up by itself.
The camera turned on without his touch.
And through his trembling hands, he could hear a distorted voice whisper directly from the device.
"Open the door…"
Zhao Wei lost control.
With a trembling hand, he reached for the doorknob.
Slowly…
His fingers wrapped around the cold metal.
Twist.
Click.
The door creaked open.
And on the floor outside—
A single, perfect jasmine flower rested against the threshold.
Zhao Wei's vision blurred, his heart pounding so loud it drowned out every other sound.
Then…
Bare, pale feet stepped forward into view.
A figure in a tattered white dress stood just outside, her head bowed, long black hair veiling her face.
She raised her head slowly.
Two hollow sockets stared directly into his soul.
"Found you…"
That night, Zhao Wei disappeared.
His apartment was found empty.
No signs of struggle.
Only a faint trail of jasmine petals leading from his doorway…
And his phone, left on the floor, its screen still recording.
Meanwhile…
Across the city, the jasmine scent returned to every home that had witnessed Lin Ze's final stream.
No matter how far they ran, how many times they changed phones or locations—the knocking always found them.
And with every passing night, fewer and fewer viewers remained.
A new legend began to circulate online.
If you ever saw the final bullet comment on a livestream—
"She's right behind you."
You wouldn't survive to see the next sunrise.
Unless…
You passed her curse onto someone else.
Another victim.
Another soul.
The game had begun.
And no one could escape it now.
End of Chapter 6