
"What's that gap you mean?."
"Yes, the way out of tragedy ...."
Dinda had not finished speaking, she had been stopped by their friend who had descended from the second floor of the inn.
"What are you saying that's true, Dinda?."
"I just said, Akbar might be able to find a way out."
"Yes, you don't misunderstand the two of us." Salsa was visibly outraged by their indirect accusations.
They looked at each other questioningly.
"How could I misunderstand your words."
Salsa pointed towards the young man's face and one more arm was at his waist.
"On the first night, Akbar's death occurred the most calm and focused looking for clues. On the second night, something happened again to the student who was doing indecent acts in the backyard. ”
Salsa pointed towards them in a serious tone. " Where are you guys then? Hide in the second room and won't help, will you?."
They're embarrassed. The young man could not argue either.
“When we went outside the village looking for help on the second day, the other party also just moved on the fifth day, when we left on that day, a serial murder happened, and so on, the ghost chased the other students on the sixth day, when we had just entered the village again, where were you and the others ?."
Dinda was also very angry, they cheated and left the other students in danger, now they easily wanted to accuse Akbar.
They were guilty, and were currently standing with complicated expressions.
"So, the life span of every person in this world is the same, right."
"Sooner or later we will die if we stay silent and do not try to escape from this ghost village! You understand?."
"As you know, 2,000 of our students, only 500 survived the massacre for not entering this village. And we ... only 13 people left! Do you understand what I mean?."
Some of them were surprised some were immediately pale-faced!
"Impossible !!."
"Believe it or not, Akbar is out there alone, so is Arman. We're here trying to save you while looking for clues. You guys stay here or help us ...."
Dinda looked at them one by one, "WHATEVER !!."
He then pulled Salsa's hand and continued their journey to the resting place.
"It's impossible. We're stuck here for only seven days. After seven days, we're already helpless ?."
"Of the 1500 students we only have left, these 13 people alone?!."
Depressingly.
Terrified.
Despondent.
Arriving at the place where they stayed, the room remained the same before they left it on that day, clean and warm, it is not clear that this house is in the middle of a ghost village.
Dinda took out a pen and paper, then sat down and said to Salsa, ""The red line is our current timeline, and the black line is their 'timeline'. It's more complicated than I thought it was."
"To be more precise, the timeline is actually everyone's lifeline, right" Salsa said.
Seven days. Yeah, just seven days.
No matter how the two lines run, how one can avoid the two timelines. Nothing can escape the fate of seven days, and the total time of two timelines is always seven days.
Everyone has only seven days in this world.
To exit this ghost village, or —MATI !!
Dinda couldn't believe it: "In other words, 'they' are actually competing with us for time and life span? Life span, isn't life span just time ...."
Salsa shook her head, "I don't think so."
Linda could not say anything for a while.