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“Again,” Jiang g smiled, lifting the strap of his camera bag with one hand, and said, “Does Yao really o pressure her teacher in this way? Is she willing to gamble her reputation, even her life?”
He shook his head, “e on, this is reality, not some cliché, brainless Mary Sue story.”
Just as the fatty was about to i a pliment to Jiang g, the tter tinued, “You’ve seen Yao’s appearand figure; even for me, it’s just barely passable. As for Su Yu, I’m a man who works the night shift at a KTV, and I’m the headliner of the elite group.”
“Doctor!” The fatty wished he could cover Jiang g’s mouth, “There’s no one else here; you just stop perf?”
Jiang g pouted in dissatisfa.
“Alright, what about the fourth point?” The fatty took out his notebook, holding it in his palms, walking and rec at the same time.
The already small pen looked even more diminutive in his chubby hands.
“Hmm,” Jiang g cleared his throat, “this fourth point is crucial, and it’s the most important one.” He lowered his voice, “Li Yanwei said she was ter transferred to the ballet css. Do you remember?”
The fatty thought for a moment and nodded, “Right, she did say that.”
“Have you sidered why she would ge csses?”
“Probably for Su Yu,” the fatty said without hesitation, scratg his with the end of the pen.
“But Li Yanwei hasn’t mentioned anything about her experieer transferring,” Jiang g said with a pyful tone. “ Yao, Li Yanwei, Su Yu, it’s quite a lively trio when they’re in css together.”
The fatty paused his writing.
“If I remember correctly, Yao also itted suicide after Li Yaransferred, right?”
Jiang g stared into the night ahead, suddenly sounding a bit mencholic.
The fatty seemed to realize something, putting away his notebook and pen, he said to Jiang g, “Doctor, if that’s the case, then Yao definitely wouldn’t let Li Yanwei off the hook. So, do you think... Li Yanwei might already be dead?”
“Is she a ghost?” The fatty’s voice trembled slightly. “Is she trolled by Yao, used to deceive us?”
“The goal is to kill us all!” he added.
After a while, Jiang g shook his head, “That shouldn’t be the case.”
“Why?”
Jiang g stopped walking and turo look at the fatty. His gaze held a captivating iy, leaving the fused fatty too afraid to breathe.
“We’re still alive,” Jiang g said in a ft, cold tohat’s reason enough.”
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There was no wind, no sound.
All that existed was the cold, silence, and an overwhelming darkness filled with fear.
Yu Wen gnced around, her throat rolling untrolbly.
She y on the ground, too scared to move.
Zhou Taifu's guess was n; Yu Wen iurned off her phone because she had discovered a ghost, then fell silent and crawled in the darkness.
What was even more terrifying was that when she spotted the ghost, it was silently hanging behind Zhou Taifu.
As Zhou Taifu moved, the ghost moved too, its body hanging in midair appeared stiff, yet oddly agile.
Yu Wen sidered herself to love Zhou Taifu, but that didn’t mean she was willing to die alongside him.
Being targeted by a ghost in a nightmare usually led to a certaih, and Yu Wen wouldn't make the foolish decision to apany Zhou Taifu to his doom, as it would be utterly meaningless.
She believed that even if Zhou Taifu were in the same situation, he would decisively choose to abandon her.
She y there, watg helplessly as the ghost tore Zhou Taifu’s jaw off and dragged his lifeless body slowly into the mirror.
On tiptoe, it moved with elegant, graceful steps.
Like a proud and haughty swan.
The ghost... disappeared.
It had been gone for a long time.
Now, Yu Wen slowly moved her body and cautiously got up.
She made no sound.
Not even disturbing the air around her.
Bending low, she walked towards the door at a quick pace, still on tiptoe, only her toes toug the ground, trying her best to minimize noise.
She dared not look at the mirror, fearing it would trigger something bad.
All she thought about was escape.
The farther away, the better.
Keeping her head down, she carefully identified obstacles on the ground in the dark when suddenly, she halted her steps, spotting a white obje the floor beside the mirror.
She had searched this pce when she arrived; there was absolutely no white ball.
Was this left by the ghost?
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted as she recalled the moment Zhou Taifu was dying, his right arm swinging, his body leaning, as if he was about to throw something in her dire.
Could it be...?
She stared at the white ball on the floor.
Without trol, she bent doicked it up.
It was a crumpled piece of paper.
The texture a firmed that.
Without any iion of opening it there, she hurriedly left.
The door was ajar, and there was no light outside.
She didn’t know if Feng Lan had hidden like her after seeing the ghost or had already been killed by it.
With precise trol over her strength, Yu Wehe pce with almost no sound at the door, but the trouble was the puddles on the ground.
As her shoes pressed down, they made a spshing sound from time to time.
Just as she reached the er, ready to take a breath, the door of a beside her quietly opened, and a hand nded on her shoulder.
If it were on a battlefield, she would have at least ten ways to deal with the person reag out.
But in this moment, she was utterly caught off guard, frozen in pce, her face drained of color, white as the paper in her hand.
Until—
“Miss Yu,” it was Feng Lan’s voice, low and filled with a hint , clearly terrified. “Just now... behind Mr. Zhou.”
Yu Wen turned around and covered her mouth, “If you want to live, shut up and follow me.”
Yu Wen’s sudden dispy of fieress startled Feng Lan, and the be was that Feng Lan obediently followed her, not daring to make a sound.
The two moved slowly through the puddles, carefully making their way out.
The night had pletely taken over, and the pitch-bck puddles occasionally stirred, resembling an unfathomable sea.
Yu We an inexplicable strange sensation rising in her heart, uo fear, just pure oddness, as if she had overlooked something very important.
Moreover, that something was very close to her, especially close.
As if she could reach out and touch it...
“Spsh.”
Yu Wen shuddered, momentarily losing trol of her foot's pressure, and her left foot firmly stepped into the puddle.
Suddenly, she realized something.
Since leaving the music until now, she hadn’t heard Feng Lan make a sound as she stepped ier; the entire corridor echoed with only her footsteps.
“Oh no.”
(End of the Chapter)
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