The next morning (for me, the final "fourth day"), I finally figured out a way to save my life for a while – that is, skip that "moment of death" by not sleeping tonight. I don't think it's a long-term solution, but I can live one more day - what can I do now but come up with this passive confrontation method?

For dinner, I went to a high-end restaurant for a luxurious meal, but my mood was very bleak, and those gluttonous delicacies seemed to become tasteless and like chewing wax in my mouth. After that, I went to the supermarket and bought coffee again, ready to stay up late.

If you are doing something pleasant and relaxed, such as eating supper, playing cards or playing games, then staying up late will not be a painful thing, and you will feel that time flies quickly, and it will be dawn in a blink of an eye. But for me, think about it, how can I still be interested in playing games, surfing the Internet, watching movies and so on at such a time? I stayed up purely for the sake of staying up late – it was totally a double torture, both physical and mental.

I've had three cups of coffee, and it worked a little at first, but by about two in the morning, I felt like nothing could stop me from sleeping. I sat at my computer desk, my head pointing forward like a chicken pecking rice, and then immediately retracted. The last trace of recalcitrant consciousness in my mind was still reminding myself - don't sleep, can't sleep. Once you fall asleep, it means you are dead.

But in my vague consciousness, it was as if a small voice was saying to me: just close your eyes for five seconds, just let the eyelids that can't lift themselves take a little rest, and this should be fine......

At some point, my body suddenly twitched, and then I woke up violently - oh my God, I realized that I had fallen asleep before I knew it! I took out my phone in panic, glanced at the time shown on it, and froze—

It's 5:10 a.m.

What, I had already spent the moment of death "4:18" in my sleep unharmed?

My mind couldn't react for a moment - what's going on? I didn't do anything special. It stands to reason that I should not be killed in my sleep like Lan Tianyu and Wu Haoxuan? But when I thought about it, I didn't have the feeling of dreaming at all! I don't understand, why would that little boy's spirit just open up to me?

My mind raced, recalling and pondering the question - could it be that I had inadvertently done something to break the curse?

Just when I was puzzled, my eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of something on the computer desk, the blood in my body coagulated in an instant, and the cold hairs on my whole body stood on end.

I distinctly remember sitting at my computer desk browsing the web before I fell asleep, and there was nothing in front of me but an LCD screen. But now, there's one more thing on the computer desk in front of me—the same notebook I originally had on my desk.

It's the book I used to record my dreams for the past two days!

In that instant, I understood everything - I knew why "it" didn't kill me. I survived because I did something that neither of the previous students had done - I recorded the contents of the dream! And what the wraith's request and purpose were, is now clear. The words that "it" had said to me in my dream came to me clearly at this moment—

I want many, many people to come with me.

God, is that what it wants? Anyone who knows about it will get the "death virus" - and what it wants me to do is to show what I have recorded to as many people as possible, so that more people can become victims, so that those people can come and accompany it - that is, this is the only way to survive that I have been thinking so hard about!

But wouldn't this life-saving method be too cruel and selfish?