"Another one's gone! People are disappearing from here again!"
"Such a terrifying ga! Why did they find a ga like this?"
"Why am I seeing him again?!"
"We absolutely must not go near that door!"
This Chu Hang was quite reserved. Although the desk was covered in notes, he had only written these four sentences.
Fatty was sowhat mystified.
Luckily, Zi Liang, who excelled at writing supernatural novels, was beside him. Zi Liang had a knack for weaving scattered clues into a main storyline; it was how he'd made his living before this cursed ga began.
"'Another one's gone' likely refers to the players of this little ga of ours. Didn't soone tell us before that the students who played this ga mostly disappeared later? Chu Hang was in their class," Zi Liang continued, frowning, "Moreover, he must be soone with a natural ability, like Yin and Yang Eyes, allowing him to see ghosts."
As for the line, Why am I seeing him again?!
Fatty anxiously plucked a strand of hair. "This sentence ends with an exclamation mark, indicating surprise. Does it an he saw soone who shouldn't have appeared?"
Did he see soone already dead, or... soone who was supposed to have disappeared?
A chill ran down Zi Liang's spine at this realization.
Fatty had already turned his attention to the last sentence. "I think this last sentence holds the most significance out of the four."
Zi Liang nodded in agreent, the hairs on his own scalp prickling. "I think so too."
They both focused on the final sentence.
"Do not go near that door." Which door is it talking about?
Everyone knows schools have no shortage of doors. The sheer number of classroom and dormitory doors alone could be overwhelming. Finding one specific dangerous door among them would be quite difficult.
At that mont, Zi Liang suddenly reached out and touched the desk before him. "People who should have disappeared have reappeared, and it seems only Chu Hang can see them. There's a door in the school closely connected to this terrifying ga that makes people vanish..."
The "door" ntioned in the last sentence must be extrely dangerous. Approaching it would very likely lead to peril. But what connection does this door have to the ga?
While Zi Liang was lost in thought, Fatty's neck suddenly stiffened. "Speaking of which, the Key the Doctor obtained... it's for opening doors, right?"
Duh, what else are keys for? Opening skulls? Zi Liang was about to retort, but the words caught in his throat as a realization struck him.
That's right, the Key the Doctor got is for opening doors.
That door could very well be the one Chu Hang ntioned in his fourth sentence!
Although its true purpose is still unclear, approaching it definitely ans trouble!
With this in mind, Fatty stood up, intending to head towards the dormitory. "It's already past four-thirty. It'll be harder to find people after dark. I need to notify the Doctor quickly."
Zi Liang quickly prepared to follow.
But just then, he noticed sothing propping up a corner of Chu Hang's desk. A piece of paper?
The legs of desks from that middle school period were often uneven. Even a slight difference in length could make a desk wobble, which was quite annoying. Zi Liang himself had used this trick back in his school days, folding paper to wedge under a short desk leg.
Although it might just be an ordinary piece of paper, genuinely used only to level the desk, Zi Liang still squatted and pulled out the dust-covered scrap. It was evident this piece of paper had been propping up the desk leg for quite so ti, as the entire sheet had turned black.
Zi Liang carefully unfolded the almost misshapen paper. It was, indeed, just a plain piece of paper, with nothing on it but dark dust, completely blank.
Fatty had already pulled open the door and was looking back. "What are you looking at?"
Zi Liang tucked away the blackened paper. "Nothing, just a worthless scrap."
As he said this, he prepared to stand up and leave this wretched place. But just as he rose, his peripheral vision caught sothing under the desk. Zi Liang instinctively looked over and saw, beneath this desk, a line of deep red writing...
Fatty saw Zi Liang still squatting, showing no sign of leaving, and was about to ask him what was wrong.
But just as Fatty lifted his foot, Zi Liang, who had been squatting, shot up like a mad rabbit and bolted towards him.
Before Fatty could react, Zi Liang grabbed him by the collar and started sprinting, dragging Fatty wildly along.
"Wait! Wait!" Fatty yelled, being dragged by Zi Liang. "What the hell are you doing?"
Zi Liang shouted back without turning his head, "Run!"
What the hell...?
Fatty was still confused when he suddenly felt his scalp tingle with dread, as if sothing malevolent was staring at his back.
While being dragged by Zi Liang, he managed to glance back.
He saw a twisted, human-shaped figure in a school uniform right behind him. No, there were two!
How did two ghosts suddenly appear?!
Just then, Fatty noticed Zi Liang pull out his phone. Normally, looking at a phone while walking, let alone running, was dangerous. Fatty had heard a case where soone walking and playing with their phone tripped and impaled their eyeball on a stone. But this was a special situation, so checking his phone while running wasn't an unforgivable sin.
Being so close, Fatty instantly saw the image on Zi Liang's phone screen.
Upon seeing it, he gasped, "Holy hell!"
Can soone tell why our registered characters can transform?!
They hadn't turned into superheroes to fight the two ghosts chasing them; their own little avatars had turned into ghosts!
Even though it was a pixel ga, Fatty could still sense the horror emanating from those two transford figures.
"So, you're saying these ghosts have been following us ever since we entered this instance?" Fatty asked, his mind reeling.
Zi Liang, sprinting desperately, nodded. "I saw a line of text under the desk, written by Chu Hang! It said: They are right behind you."
The mont he saw that line, he understood everything.
Having imrsed himself in supernatural fiction for years, Zi Liang could extrapolate countless possibilities from a single sentence and then pick out the most plausible and accurate one.
"What the hell?" Fatty panted, struggling to keep up. "They've been right behind us all this ti but didn't do anything... until now..."
Why? Why didn't they attack before, when they had plenty of chances?
As he said this, a thought suddenly struck Fatty, and he asked with dread, "Could sothing have happened to the Doctor or Brother Chu?"
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