Chapter 51.1 Roommate (1) (1/2)

The app let them assume the NPC’s identity, so naturally, it also meant that they would inherit the NPC’s assets.

The identity Bai Yan got in this game was Lu Xuemin, whose financial circumstances were comfortable. As a result, the money in his bank account was not lacking.

Through 100% criminal means, Ye Shangyu was able to find the ‘Nightly Ghost Stories’ resident users. They were all students at Blue Sky College. Bai Yan contacted the circle of people, and it wasn’t until the afternoon where the first three posts had been finally checked.

“Only checking these three posts is enough. In ordinary days, this forum doesn’t have much site traffic. These three were all posted a month ago, so no one has given interest to them for the last few days.” Ye Shangyu said, “The results?”

“None. All the stories on the posts don’t match up to anything on the archives. Moreover, there aren’t any stories that are related to quilts.” Bai Yan answered.

T/N: The Nightly Ghost Stories is the title of the section, so the post that Sun Yulan read was under here, but this section also has other posts from different users.

“To put it this way, there may be someone who has clicked on the post before we started on our investigation.” Luo Xing said to himself incoherently, “The people who have read through the story will surely become the protagonist of that ghost story, and the ghost story posts might disappear while the story is in process until the lead’s death. Or, if the ghost story reaches its conclusion, the post will then once again come back, waiting for the next person to read it.”

“If so, it would be better for us to wait until then, but doing this is also good.” Ye Shangyu closed her laptop, “Their deaths are always better than ours.”

Du Han entered the post, starting to read it with keen interest.

After finishing two stories, his back couldn’t help but emit a layer of cold sweat.

He’s read through countless horror novels, but he had no choice but to admit defeat. This was the absolute best story he’s seen by far.

The story wasn’t long, but the emotion definitely made up for it. In this short piece, Du Han completely felt like he was the main character, and after being killed by the ghost, his hands and feet felt cold as ice.

“This is rare. The last time I had this feeling was back when I was still in third-year high school, staying up late to read a horror novel.” Du Han’s expression remained frightened, but the corners of his lips hooked up, appearing to be extremely content.

The story was indeed frightening, but he enjoyed this feeling of his heart beating wildly.

He had to say, the scarier the story was, the more excited he got. He couldn’t get enough of this afterlife experience, causing him to feel that life was truly great. Together with an ordinary and tedious life, life would turn into something precious and wouldn’t let anyone be bored.

Turning off his phone, Du Han leaned on the wall to reflect on the story, relishing the soul-quivering state he felt.

But, he hadn’t pondered on it for too long before he heard his roommate loudly shout, which interrupted him and led him to feel irritated.

“F*ck! Old Han, quickly get out of that forum! A student in school died! It was a girl, and there are some students who took pictures of the scene and posted them on the forum!”

“What? Someone died in school?”

Du Han’s spirit roused, and the unpleasantness suddenly disappeared like a puff of smoke in thin air.

He could always reflect on the stories at another time, but this sort of big news wasn’t something that he came across frequently.

Everyone has the heart to gossip. Although the one who died was their school mate, so long as he didn’t personally know that person, Du Han wouldn’t grieve.

Du Han opened his phone and looked at the post that his roommate sent.

The contents of the post forced his eyes wide open as he couldn’t help but make a big fuss about it to his friend.

“F*ck! It turns out to be true! Deng Fei, you’re really telling the truth. How did you find out about this?”

Du Han stared at the picture. Even if he was only separated by a screen, he still felt shivers all over his body. In the photograph, there was only a girl’s head. The lower part of her body was nowhere to be seen, while the quilt’s cotton was completely soaked in blood.

Thinking that a murderer had infiltrated the school, he became somewhat nervous.

“You don’t know, but this is going crazy in our class group. Right now, everyone in school is talking about it in the forum.” Deng Fei swiped the screen and said, “The one to send out the picture is a female schoolmate, who was at the scene of the crime. All of the girls in that dorm are terrified. Oh right! I should quickly save this. The post might get deleted by the administrator later, you know.”

As if it weren’t a big deal, Deng Fei posted the photo on a social media site and also forwarded it everywhere.

Contrary to what one might expect, Du Han didn’t strive to gain other people’s attention. He gazed at the bloody image, slowly showing his distracted face.

The dead girl’s cold and staring eyes were filled with surprise as if the last thing she saw made her terrified. Du Han looked at the girl’s remaining head and felt uncomfortable, but slowly, the horror story he read earlier bubbled up in his mind, suffocating him, almost to the point where he forgot how to breathe properly.

But this time, he couldn’t let out a laugh.

He suddenly made a frightening mental connection.

“Deng Fei, I’ll tell you about this matter.” Du Han felt a bit unsettled, saying, “Earlier, I read some ghost stories. The first story was about a quilt. The story’s main character was a girl that let her quilt dry in the sun. Inside the quilt harbored a hidden ghost, and when it was nighttime, the ghost ate the girl… Could this story be true?”