Chapter 50: Nightly Ghost Stories (1/2)

A night without dreams.

The next morning, Mo Kaka lazily slept in until it was already half-past eight before she dilly-dallied crawling out of her quilt.

After putting on a cozy sweater, Mo Kaka rubbed her sleepy eyes and prepared to go to the washroom and wash her face.

While climbing out of bed, Mo Kaka noticed a strange whiff amid the room’s air.

Because one’s sense of smell when one just woke up wasn’t that sensitive, Mo Kaka approached the trash bin and leaned in for a sniff. Inside was just the yellow braised chicken’s leftover bones and wasn’t at all the source of this strange smell.

“Weird. Where is this fishy smell coming from?”

She turned around, still unconvinced. She then closed her eyes and followed the strange smell, immediately touching Sun Yulan’s bedside. Sun Yulan’s body was completely covered up by her comforter with only her head peeking out.

She closed her eyes again and sniffed around some more, confirming that the weird smell was coming from Sun Yulan’s bed.

“Right! Call the police! Call them right now!”

“Don’t forget to contact a teacher!”

“Someone call the dormitory aunty(1) and tell them someone’s dead!”

A few girls quickly took out their phones and made their calls, while the others couldn’t believe what was happening. They all stared at the wide-open door, their hearts almost leaping out of their chests. Some were so scared that they cried out of fear, but those who were braver acted like nothing big had happened and even went so far as to take a look at Mo Kaka’s room and take pictures of the bloody scene.

Ye Shangyu resided on the fifth floor and was coincidentally living in the same dormitory as the dead Sun Yulan.

Mo Kaka’s loud banging didn’t reach her side, but the whole hallway was bustling with commotion. As a result, Ye Shangyu came out of her room and heard that someone had died bizarrely.

“… So, this is that Sun Yulan? I heard that she was chopped up and that her head is the only thing left of her! Her death was too inhumane!”

“Sun Yulan must have provoked a dangerous person. Doesn’t she live an uncautious lifestyle? Otherwise, maybe too much hate and rage made that person go this far? From my point of view, this murderer must have planned this since before. There must have been a problem with Sun Yulan herself, or else Mo Kaka wouldn’t have been left unscathed while Sun Yulan died.”

“…”

Several girls nervously wagged their tongues as well as took several pictures and posted them online, trying to win people’s surprised reactions.

Ye Shangyu stood confused among the crowd, her eyes watched attentively at Sun Yulan and her quilt.

Last night, she and the other players looked through half of the archives. She then took her time going back and arriving at the guarded dorm entrance.

After going back, she gazed at the captured image on her screen. Ye Shangyu knew those twenty or so archives inside out. She remembered that there was this particular archive that was related to a quilt.

“I need to tell them that a supernatural story has emerged.”

Ye Shangyu lowered her head, her hair falling to the sides of her face, and texted the boys. Afterward, she lifted her head and instigated one of the girls, who took the photo, to lift Sun Yulan’s quilt.

“Is it not okay?”

Looking at the half-leaking head, the girl who took the photo was also about to lose her head from terror, but believing that a corpse would attract more buzz, she bore with it and clenched her teeth, cautiously raising the comforter. However, the scene under the blanket was far too much. It even made the soles of her feet numb from the fright and prevented her from taking any photos.

Under the quilt was such a hellish scene.

The quilt’s cover was split open, forming a ginormous hole. The cotton pieces were all stained with blood, and the entire scene changed into a bloody cottony field.

The amount of blood splattered on the quilt was quite a lot, but Sun Yulan’s body was nowhere to be found. Only this decapitated head was left of her, and its cold dead eyes were filled with dread.

The dorm room was immediately filled with sharp intakes of breaths. This type of gory scene even made the girls, who were braver than average, unable to maintain their composure.

She more or less understood the situation, so Ye Shangyu quietly slipped away from the dormitory.

She had quite a few questions to ask Mo Kaka, but Mo Kaka was being flocked by a group of girls and was currently lowering her head, crying her eyes out. This wasn’t a good time to ask her.

Before the police arrived, Ye Shangyu took her laptop with her and left the dorms, meeting up with the other two on the three-way intersection.

“Sister Ye, the supernatural story has been uncovered. Is it in the archive?”

“Number 5.”

The three left the school and went to a small private room. Bai Yan took out the archive that Ye Shangyu was referring to, sweeping it a glance, “What exactly is going on?”

“A girl died, only her head was left. Her quilt had a large opening in the middle, it must have been how the ghost got in.” Ye Shangyu said concisely and comprehensively.

“Sure enough, it’s similar to number 5.” Bai Yan compared, “The president went to the victim’s house to investigate and then finally encountered this ghost. That family’s pillows, mattresses, quilts, and long pillows all had hidden ghosts inside. This ghost could also move through people’s clothes. While the president was investigating this matter, the ghost was caught in the act and was seen getting into them.”

“But, clothes are so thin. How could a ghost get in?” Luo Xing raised his hand as if he were a good student politely asking his teacher a question.

“It’s a ghost, which means that we shouldn’t care about logic. You can still talk about physics when dealing with ghosts?” Bai Yan touched his chin, “However, the president was also a determined person. After he found out, he boldly stripped naked and hurried up to banish this ghost. Fortunately, his investigation was held at night. If not, he would have met some people on the streets, and the consequences would simply be…”

Bai Yan clicked his tongue twice. He couldn’t restrain his laughter when imagining the scene.

Although the president had already turned into a ghost, it didn’t stop him from enjoying himself.

“It’s not good to talk about people behind their backs. Moreover, this is a ghost, maybe it could sense…”