If the heavens want rain, and n want to court death, neither can be stopped.
Regarding the death-courting behavior of Yang Yi and his companions, Lu Yibei could only dissuade them. After all, he hadn't confird that the ga would attract urban legend.
If he were to tell them directly that urban legend might appear, it would be equivalent to creating urban legend legends, which goes against the Night Watch's regulations—do not fabricate urban legend rumors.
If there were no urban legend to begin with, but he said urban legend might appear, it's possible he could forcefully create one.
As for whether they would listen, that was another matter.
In any case, Lu Yibei felt they weren't listening. After several days of his patient and 'well-intentioned' dissuasion, those guys would run whenever they saw him.
Especially that black Elder brother, who fully demonstrated what racial talent is during this process, running off at full speed, impossible to catch.
However, compared to Lu Yibei's dissuasion, the heavy academic pressure of the exam month was clearly more effective in stopping them from courting death.
Over the next two or three days, Lu Yibei observed the movents of Yang Yi and the others every day. After confirming they all ca to class, he finally felt a little relieved.
At least, on the surface, they weren't missing any limbs. Whether there were any internal changes was hard to say.
Lu Yibei wasn't soone with a burning passion, and had no interest in delving deeper.
----
A week later, on Friday, at the Huacheng Folk Culture Research Administration.
In the acting main operative's office, faint sounds of fighting from a ga could be heard.
After defeating a boss, Lu Yibei watched the cutscene on the computer screen and smacked his lips.
"Emmm, this 'urban legend Hunter' isn't great! It's just a few types of urban legend models modified for all the fighting, clearly not interesting enough!"
The urban legend that appeared throughout the ga were nothing more than zombies, werewolves, and vampires. The developers probably had so misunderstanding about urban legend.
Honestly, after all this ti, I haven't even seen the three types of urban legend ntioned above.
Trash ga, I'm not playing anymore, give my money back!
Lu Yibei thought, skillfully selected the refund option, then, chewing on a spicy strip, leaned back in his chair with his arms behind his head, savoring a sense of post-event emptiness.
He had been acting for Jiang Li for a week now. After this week, he found that the work he needed to complete was almost exactly as Shui Ge had described, with no real danger.
Hua City was very peaceful this week, at least in the area Lu Yibei was acting for. No highly dangerous urban legend incidents occurred.
Aside from night patrol duties, he essentially only needed to regularly observe the movents of urban legend in his assigned area, compile the data, and submit a report.
As for the patrol and data collection work, the Elder brothers from the Special Operations Team could handle it.
Although this kind of calm, like a storm was brewing, made Lu Yibei feel uneasy.
But after asking Shui Ge and learning that the activity level of urban legend naturally has peaks and valleys, and that occasionally having a week or two without serious urban legend attacks is normal, he comfortably beca a salary thief.
In Shui Ge's words, 'Only a fool like Jiang Li would personally rush to the scene every ti to prevent unexpected situations.'
'Main operatives are like the special weapons of each Night Watch. Special weapons, of course, should only be used in special circumstances to be most effective!'
Lu Yibei felt Shui Ge was right.
However, the reason he didn't go to the scene every ti wasn't slacking off. It was mainly because he was worried that his bad luck might spread, pulling the Elder brothers from the Special Operations Team down with him.
Moreover, the Elder brothers from the Special Operations Team were much more reliable than him when dealing with low-level urban legend. He couldn't help at all.
Those robust middle-aged n, recruited from local forces and various organizations, had arms thicker than his thighs. They were inscribed with general-purpose, non-graded Spirit Marks to enhance their physique, and each was equipped with a Type 03 automatic rifle loaded with inscribed bullets and five Alchemically modified fragntation grenades.
A group of five to ten people, if they encountered a Strange Tale, would go in together. urban legend below C-level wouldn't survive more than a minute. As long as no urban legend above B Level appeared, they could all retreat safely.
What could Lu Yibei do if he went? If he really wanted to do sothing, he'd probably have to put on a pretty little dress, hold a bouquet, and cheer them on from the side.
Facts proved that since he didn't go with them, no unexpected situations occurred either.
If he had gone, maybe sothing would have happened.
Therefore, Lu Yibei's work was basically reduced to just one task: writing reports.
Extrely idle!
So idle that, besides practicing swordsmanship and reviewing for final exams, he had ti to connect the office's power and network cables himself, fix the drafty window panes, and even drag a single wire-sh bed from the warehouse.
If he hadn't been stopped by that bastard Li Xuan when he was bringing a gas stove and natural gas tank into the office, he might have even started a fire and cooked als in the office.
After nightfall.
Lu Yibei spent over two hours playing so trash gas. Looking at the ti, it was only just past ten at night, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"Ah—! Such a long night, why sleep? Let's just pass the ti!"
After speaking, he ambled over to the wire-sh bed, lay down, and had just opened 'love and magical girls' on his phone, preparing to interact intimately with White Little Flower, when his phone suddenly rang.
The call was from a mber of the Special Operations Team responsible for patrol. His tone was sowhat urgent as he reported a urban legend attack incident.
"What? While tracking a C Level Spiritual Energy fluctuation, you found an attack scene and need to co over now?"
After receiving an affirmative answer from the other end of the phone, Lu Yibei fell silent for a mont.
A Spiritual Energy fluctuation at the C level is quite subtle. While it doesn't reach the level of a high-risk urban legend incident requiring transfer to other main operatives, it is already at the upper limit of urban legend incidents that the Special Operations Team can handle alone.
Therefore, as the acting main operative, he had to go there to prevent any accidents.
After a brief silence, Lu Yibei nodded. "Okay, please send the address. I'll be right there!"
As the saying goes, a monk rings the bell as long as he's a monk.
After speaking, he hung up the phone, got up, picked up the guitar case in the corner, and left the office.
Just as he locked the door, footsteps sounded behind him. Turning around, he saw An Qing, as elegant and Charming as ever, and Du Sixian, sweating profusely like a dead dog.
Seeing Lu Yibei leaving the office, An Qing said in surprise, "Oh? Lu Yibei? Are you going out?"
"Yes, Sister Qing. Just now, the Elder brother from the Special Operations Team reported a urban legend attack incident with a Spiritual Energy fluctuation level of C in the west of the city. I need to go check it out." Lu Yibei replied expressionlessly.
Hearing this, An Qing's eyes lit up. She patted Du Sixian's shoulder and gave her a look. Du Sixian nodded, responding with her eyes as well.
Lu Yibei watched An Qing and Du Sixian's 'encrypted conversation', montarily speechless.
Eye contact communication really tests the level of understanding.
He could exchange expressive glances with Jiang Li, but was completely unable to decipher what An Qing and Du Sixian were discussing.
However, he at least knew the result of their discussion.
"I'll go with you!" Du Sixian said to Lu Yibei, her face full of excitent.
"Mhm mhm!" An Qing nodded and said, "Let Sixian go with you! Her training period is almost over, and it's ti for her to intern with other operatives and gain so experience."
"This..." Lu Yibei looked troubled. When interacting with Du Sixian, he always felt a bit guilty.
"Don't worry, I won't be a bother, and I can drive you there and back!" Du Sixian patted her chest and promised.
"Okay!"
Hearing that he could get a free ride and save on transportation costs, Lu Yibei imdiately agreed.
Although the Night Watch provided every main operative with a car, because Lu Yibei didn't have a driver's license, he only received a dilapidated little electric scooter.
The battery of that little electric scooter had long since aged. Saying it charged for two hours and rode for five minutes might be an exaggeration, but it was indeed sothing even a thief would be too lazy to steal.
----
Five minutes later.
Inside the garage of a certain guesthouse on Peony Street.
Lu Yibei looked at the three luxurious cars in front of him, which seed to be glowing, his eyes wide.
"GTR50, Ferrari 5F4..."
Lu Yibei looked at the cars, then turned to look at Du Sixian behind him. "Miss, these cars..."
"They were all birthday gifts from relatives," Du Sixian said indifferently.
Lu Yibei, "..."
Miss, what kind of family do you co from?
With a mine at ho, what's wrong with doing anything else? Why would you insist on going against urban legend?
"We're going to handle a case. Wouldn't driving these cars be a bit too high-profile?" Lu Yibei asked.
"Hmm..." Du Sixian rested her chin in her hand and thought for two seconds. She nodded and said, "I think so too. How about we take the car I usually drive? That one's quite ordinary."
"Let's go, the car is parked outside."
And so.
A minute later, Lu Yibei saw the Audi A8L Du Sixian had parked in the alley behind the guesthouse.
Lu Yibei, "..."
Why do I suddenly find her so cute?
Is this the charm of money?
I was wrong, I was truly wrong. I must make sure to understand my dependents well in the future.
However...
Is it a bit unethical to trick one's dependents into giving oneself money? Lu Yibei thought.
----
Twenty minutes later.
South of Hua City, at a small textile factory that had been closed for a long ti, located two kiloters from Fuchun Road.
Several police cars were parked next to the textile factory gate, their red and blue lights flashing continuously.
Four people in police uniforms were carrying a stretcher out. The stretcher was covered with a white cloth, and from the undulating outline beneath the cloth, it could be seen that there was likely a male corpse underneath.
Through a corner of the white cloth that was slightly lifted, one could see the man's pale face, contorted and deford from excessive fear.
Before long, a black sedan slowly drove up and parked by the roadside.
Lu Yibei got out of the car and imdiately walked towards the Officer carrying the corpse. After a brief exchange and showing his identification, he obtained permission to examine the corpse.
He gently lifted a corner of the white cloth, revealing a pale face covered in blue veins before his eyes.
Perhaps due to excessive fear, the deceased's mouth was open to an unnatural degree, and his bloodshot eyes were wide and bulging outwards, as if they could pop at any mont.
Lu Yibei carefully placed his fingertips on the deceased's forehead and sensed with his Spiritual Perception for a while, detecting the residual Spiritual Energy fluctuation within his body.
Roughly between 0.6 and 0.8 rabbits, with a faint sense of anger...
Muttering inwardly, Lu Yibei bowed slightly to the Officer and said, "Thank you, sorry to trouble you." Then he continued walking into the textile factory.
Du Sixian, who was following Lu Yibei, was startled by his calm and composed deanor when facing the corpse. After a mont of stunned, she hurried to catch up.
"No wonder Sister Qing said I can't complete missions independently yet," she muttered softly, counting on her fingers.
"Speaking of which, why do I feel like you're not scared at all? How did you overco fear?"
Hearing Du Sixian's question, Lu Yibei was montarily stunned. Only then did he realize that, without knowing it, he had beco sowhat numb to such scenes.
In the past, he probably wouldn't even dare to approach that stretcher covered with a white cloth.
Lu Yibei glanced at Du Sixian, lifted his chin slightly, looked straight ahead, and said faintly, pretending to be profound, "You won't be afraid after seeing it many tis."
A poker face, few words, explosive combat power, as if hiding an unknown past... Isn't this just the male protagonist template? In front of a dependent, you have to maximize your presence!
"You're amazing! I wish I could be as amazing as you soday," Du Sixian exclaid in admiration, little stars faintly twinkling in her eyes.
"......"
This is very simple!
Another day, when you co babbling in my dream, I'll have ngng create two friendly, cute, and lingering companions for you to have a good ti with.
I'll scare you every ti you co. If you don't co, I'll summon you. After a while, you won't be afraid anymore. Lu Yibei muttered inwardly.
----
The textile factory gates were open. Two mbers of the Special Operations Team stood like iron towers, guarding the factory entrance.
Entering the dimly lit factory building and proceeding for a distance, they quickly saw the police tape stretched across the door of the guard room.
The two walked forward, and the person in charge of the scene imdiately ca up to greet them. He glanced at Du Sixian, then looked directly at Lu Yibei, staring intently with furrowed brows, not saying a word.
"......"
In reality, he and the other mbers of the Special Operations Team weren't optimistic about Lu Yibei, this acting operative who was pushed into the role.
Although they wouldn't go as far as those psychopaths in TV shows who dig pits for him, refuse to cooperate, and make things difficult everywhere, as if sticking their faces out waiting to be hit.
However, no one had high expectations that he could be of much help in investigating the case. After all, many inexperienced operatives like him would get weak knees just from seeing a corpse.
In the expectations of the Special Operations Team mbers, as long as he could be a qualified tool, cooperating with them to smoothly complete the case process would be enough.
Being stared at by the burly man who was a head taller than him, Lu Yibei felt uncomfortable all over.
He recalled Jiang Li's ssage, trying his best to appear professional and composed. Then he cleared his throat and asked, "Ahem! Is this the primary scene? Are there any eyewitnesses?"
His questioning style is similar to Operative Jiang Li's, and his emotions are quite calm... the burly man muttered inwardly.
【Favorability 0.5】
"It is the primary scene. The deceased is nad He Liang, the textile factory owner's brother-in-law. He was in charge of transportation and also served as warehouse manager. The person who discovered his death was another warehouse manager who ca to take over the shift," the burly man replied.
"Our people have already taken statents from that guy along with the police, and haven't found any unusual details."
"Hmm—!"
Lu Yibei didn't know he had gained a wave of favorability from a seemingly irrelevant character. He just mused for a mont, then nodded thoughtfully.
Although he didn't know what he should be thinking about, acting profound at a ti like this was the right thing to do. Jiang Li's little tip said it would make him seem more professional.
Imdiately after, he glanced with his peripheral vision towards the dimly lit guard room and asked, "So, were there any important pieces of evidence left at the scene?"
The burly man nodded. "Yes, why don't you co and take a look?" After speaking, he turned and walked into the guard room.
Lu Yibei and Du Sixian exchanged glances, then followed.
----
The guard room wasn't large, less than ten square ters. With the burly man, Lu Yibei, and Du Sixian standing inside, it already felt a bit crowded.
The four walls of the room were sowhat aged and yellowed, and a faint sll of blood hung in the air.
The electric light overhead cast a dim yellow glow. Several moths, as if sensing sothing, gathered here, circling the light bulb and occasionally hitting it, making soft 'tap, tap!' sounds.
In the corner was a single bed, and facing the single bed was a desk with a computer that looked quite old.
The burly man watched Lu Yibei look around blankly, as if completely clueless, and sighed silently. Just as he was about to remind him where the evidence was, he saw Lu Yibei walk directly towards the single bed, and his eyes lit up slightly.
【Favorability 1】
Lu Yibei walked to the bed and, with a 'whoosh!', lifted the blanket.
"Hiss—!"
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Although he was ntally prepared for the scene under the blanket that made his eyes feel hot, seeing the horrifying sight on the reverse side of the blanket, he still couldn't help but take a deep breath.
I saw the reverse side of the quilt was densely covered with blood palm prints the size of a baby's hand. Upon closer inspection, there were also drag marks, as if sothing had crawled inside.
And under the quilt was a full bed's worth of internal organs, crushed into fragnts. By quantity, it was almost equivalent to completely hollowing out an adult's abdon.
What was even more bizarre was that the blood gushing from the internal organs did not soak into the quilt, as if so magical spell had been cast upon it.
Upon seeing this scene, Du Sixian's face turned pale. Covering her mouth, she stumbled out, and soon the sound of her retching could be heard from outside the duty room.
Lu Yibei, however, just stood expressionlessly in front of the bed, maintaining the action of lifting the quilt, motionless, as if she had lost her soul.
The strong man looked at Lu Yibei from the side, her brows slightly furrowed.
Is she scared silly, or...?
----
It had been so ti since Lu Yibei had experienced seeing the scene of soone being attacked by a urban legend at the mont they were killed.
So much so that she had almost forgotten she had this passive skill of seeing ghosts.
Therefore, when she lifted the quilt and saw the dense area of blood handprints underneath, like blooming flowers, her eyes suddenly burned intensely.
Without any preparation, she fell into a patch of darkness.
Darkness, like ink dropped into water, spread out before her eyes. The surroundings suddenly beca ethereal and quiet, with indescribably shaped things and illusory gray mist extending endlessly before her.
Imdiately following, the illusion and distortion began to dissipate, and everything before her eyes started to beco clear.
The textile factory building was empty, and the dust covers on the slightly dilapidated machinery swayed eerily in the hazy moonlight and cold wind, rustling.
Everything was tinged with a faint yellow hue, as if it were a forgotten old photograph, depicting tis past.
It's coming...
Lu Yibei silently said a sentence in her heart, slightly clenched her fist, and her gaze sharpened.
The next mont, there was a sound of light, shuffling footsteps of flip-flops walking on the ground.
"Little Girl picking mushrooms, carrying her schoolbag to school~!"
A slightly thin man, holding a washbasin and humming a tune, walked over from a distance, swaggered into the dark factory building, and turned into the duty room.
It's He Liang... Lu Yibei muttered to herself. She had just seen this man on a stretcher not long ago.
He Liang returned to the duty room, sat by the computer, opened a horror TV series called "Dark Past," and while watching, he opened a chat group.
Just as he was about to continue boasting to his group friends about the results of his research into various urban legend gas over the past few days, his attention was drawn by a sound coming from outside the window.
The faint sound seed to be a cat's ow.
He Liang's brows furrowed tightly.
People are afraid of cats because of their owing in the middle of the night.
The cat's ow was too much like a child crying, and the appearance of cats was always accompanied by so strange and bizarre rumors.
He Liang pricked up his ears to listen. Outside, it had beco windy at so point. He couldn't quite hear where the source of the cat's ow was, it was faint and indistinct, sotis near, sotis far, as if floating.
He increasingly felt that the sound was wrong, and a strange thought suddenly flashed through his mind—actually, it was a child's cry, but it sounded very much like a cat's ow.
"I'll see what kind of ghost it is!"
He Liang had never believed in the existence of urban legend; otherwise, he wouldn't have researched those eerie gas.
But after he finished speaking, he seed to realize that he had said the wrong thing, and he slightly paused his steps.
Perhaps he shouldn't have said the word "ghost"; saying it might have violated so taboo.
Old people often say that saying this word late at night will attract certain things.
Walking out of the duty room, the cold wind rushed towards He Liang. His whole body instantly turned cold, and he couldn't help but tighten his clothes.
He shone his flashlight and searched inside the factory building, trying to distinguish the source of the sound, but it was here and there, south and north, not fixed at all.
He searched along the dark, narrow passageways between the textile machines, one by one, and quickly searched the entire factory building.
Finally, he stopped in front of a dark doorway, his brows tightly furrowed.
Walking through that doorway led to a downward staircase, which led into the basent.
That was where production waste and defective products were piled up.
Staring at the doorway, He Liang felt a chill down his spine for the first ti in his life, but he still bravely walked down the stairs.
His brother-in-law at ho already didn't think highly of him on a normal day. If he chickened out and just watched a thief steal things from the factory, his Sister's job, which she had worked so hard to get, would probably be lost.
By the light of his flashlight, He Liang saw his long shadow cast ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) on the long staircase, stretched out.
Gradually, a damp sll mixed with the scent of dead rats entered his nostrils.
The design of this basent was problematic; whenever it rained, water would flow in and accumulate there. No one managed the waste and defective products piled up below, turning it into a nest for snakes, insects, rats, and ants.
Soon, the crying sound got closer and closer, more and more real, as if it was not far ahead. He Liang determined it was in the basent!
He finally approached the steps, his heart beating faster and faster.
Just then, the crying suddenly stopped.
The sudden silence made his body shiver. He swept the beam of his flashlight forward and saw a group of figures standing silently in front, motionless.
He Liang panicked a little, like many people who didn't believe in the existence of urban legend, when they saw a urban legend for the first ti and the last ti.
"Wh-who are you! What do you want?"
He shouted loudly, steadied the flashlight in his hands and shone it forward, then let out a sigh of relief.
On the ground directly in front of him were more than a dozen mannequins. They were all missing arms and legs, none were perfect, and they were placed quite ssily. It was clear that no one had taken care of them for a long ti.
Were these mannequins originally placed here? He Liang frowned. After confirming that there were no thieves hiding in the basent, he quickly retreated.
Those mannequins made him feel very uncomfortable, and he didn't want to stay any longer than necessary.
Among such a large pile of mannequins, it might be difficult to find a living person if one were hidden there, right?
"Hehehe—hehehe—!"
The mont that thought flashed through He Liang's mind, a faint, almost imperceptible laughter suddenly ca from the basent.
He spun around abruptly, shone his flashlight towards the dark basent, and only saw a broken mannequin arm that had appeared at the end of the stairs at so point.
In an instant, fear transford into a chill, crawling up his spine like ants. Without thinking, he quickly walked in the direction away from the basent.
In this situation, it was either a urban legend or a madman. Regardless of the case, he couldn't stay there anymore.
He Liang was walking quickly through the dark alleyways between the textile machines, when a strange noise suddenly sounded above him.
"Bang bang—bang bang—!"
It sounded like sothing was running on top of the machines behind him, chasing him. The footsteps were light and quick, like a child who had just learned to run.
But how could there be a child inside the factory building?
And still climbing onto machines nearly three ters high...
He Liang no longer cared about the boasts he had made; he ran as fast as his legs could carry him.
Lu Yibei watched silently from the side like a wisp of ghost. Her gaze couldn't help but drift towards the machine behind He Liang, and then she saw the pale and bluish boy.
The boy's face was contorted in a grimace. There were signs of rough stitching with dark red thread at every joint, and his abdon had a bloody, mangled hole. His entire body was twisted as if it had been cursed.
A child inherently symbolizes new life, but its eyes were filled with malice and an alien-like speculative gaze.
"..." Lu Yibei frowned, staring at the urban legend.
Is this the urban legend that killed He Liang?
The little thing looks quite unique!
But how did he provoke this fellow?
----
The narrow alley shortened under his feet. The mont He Liang darted out of the alley, the sound of footsteps chasing him from behind stopped abruptly.
Lu Yibei looked towards the machine behind He Liang, but found that the grimacing boy had disappeared at so point, as if he had hidden himself.
At the sa ti.
There was no wind blowing ahead, yet a piece of white cloth, as if being carried by sothing, floated lightly towards him, unfolding at his feet. A line of text was written on it.
He Liang swallowed hard, shone the flashlight beam onto the white cloth, and his pupils imdiately contracted violently.
He saw crooked, scarlet writing on the white cloth—"I'm coming for you! When I find you, you must give life."
He Liang rembered the urban legend ga he had played a week ago. In that instant, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His body trembled violently, and he fell to the ground.
"No, no, I clearly followed the process and ended the ga..."
Saying this, he suddenly fumbled in his jacket pocket for his phone. He searched through the chat records from a week ago, found the process for that urban legend ga, scrolled all the way to the bottom, and saw the note.
【PS: If abnormal phenona occur after the ga ends, try your best to hide. Do not be found by "it" no matter what!!!
Wait until dawn, find the doll used for the ga, and burn it.】
"Doll... burn it..."
He Liang repeated these two words, his face ashen. The doll he had used for the urban legend ga was thrown into the trash can the next day. So many days had passed since then; God knows where it was now.
After sitting blankly on the ground for a mont, he supported himself on a nearby machine, tremblingly got up, and walked towards the duty room like a zombie.
"Perhaps things aren't that bad. urban legend legends are just legends after all; it doesn't an they truly exist."
Many people develop this kind of self-comforting psychology when they encounter a urban legend attack. He Liang was the sa.
After returning to the duty room, He Liang sat blankly in front of the computer for a long ti. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he opened his browser and started searching for information left by people who had played the urban legend ga "One Person Hide-and-Seek".
After so searching, he quickly found relevant information on a urban legend forum he frequented.
【17th Floor, Master Mi from under Mount Qingcheng: "One Person Hide-and-Seek" is actually a "curse". The cursed object is the player themselves.
In other words, the player is playing "hide-and-seek" with themselves. Want to win? Heh heh!】
...
【71002: I played with an experintal spirit, and sothing really happened!
I had continuous nightmares for six days, all related to hide-and-seek.
Moreover, when I wanted to dispose of the doll afterward, it was as if soone had hidden it; it was very difficult to find.
When I finally tried to burn it, I felt dizzy, and the fire wouldn't light several tis.】
...
【247th Floor, wsde1002: Hello everyone, I am the Sister from the 76th floor.
My brother played that damned ga, and it's been over a month now.
The day before yesterday, he was officially admitted to the psychiatric departnt for long-term observation. The Doctor said his hallucinations were getting worse, and he even exhibited harmful behavior.
To this day, I don't understand what drove him to secretly play this damned ga alone again afterward.
Finally, the doll couldn't be found...
In short, whether you believe it or not, please, no one play this ga anymore!】
Lu Yibei stood behind He Liang, quickly scanned the ga process, and her mood instantly beca solemn.
Damn it! This seems to be the ga that Yang Yi and the others were planning to play?
Lu Yibei thought, and then her vision suddenly blurred, and her perspective imdiately changed.
The mont her perspective overlapped with He Liang's, she understood that He Liang was about to die.
Just like the woman killed by Miss Rabbit...
----
After reading the series of ssages, He Liang slumped into the chair, staring blankly at the screen, motionless like a doll.
Outside, it had beco quiet at so point. Even the chirping of autumn cicadas and crickets had disappeared. Only the increasingly strong wind was still blowing, shaking the glass window and making light "bang bang" sounds, as if an invisible child was crawling on it.
But.
However, the various terrifying scenes that kept flashing through He Liang's mind did not happen for a long ti.
Sitting idly and waiting was agonizing.
He felt as if his blood was cooling, his body getting colder and colder. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and crawled into the quilt.
The thick quilt wrapped around his body like a warm embrace, making him feel a little safer. A glimr of hope also quietly rose in his heart.
He hoped that tonight would pass peacefully like this, and when dawn ca tomorrow, he would find that doll no matter what.
As long as I find that doll, I'll be fine. He Liang thought, and drowsiness crept up on him without his realizing it.
The next mont, he felt sothing bump the foot of the bed. Imdiately after, that thing climbed onto the bed. The springs of the tal bed were compressed, emitting a series of light "creak, creak" sounds.
Then, the thing at the foot of the bed suddenly stopped moving, as if waiting for sothing.
A chill shot straight up to his brain marrow. He Liang instantly lost all drowsiness. He wanted to get up and see what had climbed onto the bed, but he felt as if his hands and feet were being held down, unable to move at all.
Just like that, after waiting for a few seconds in the suffocating silence, He Liang suddenly felt the quilt at his feet being lifted, and sothing crawled in.
A pair of cold, wet little hands crawled slowly upwards along his body.
His body trembled uncontrollably. When that thing crawled up to his chest, he suddenly felt that his body could move again, but by then, he no longer dared to move.
The wall clock ticked away.
For a long, long ti.
He Liang finally mustered the courage to lift a corner of the quilt, and then he saw the doll that he had discarded long ago.
It was wet, as if it had just been pulled out of water. Faded red threads dyed the water seeping from inside it scarlet.
"Found you! Give your life!"
As if in a hallucination, a strange whisper sounded in He Liang's ear. The next mont, the doll on his chest moved. It quickly pulled out the fruit knife stuck in its chest and stabbed towards He Liang's chest...
"Puff—puff—puff—!"
Accompanied by the muffled sounds of flesh being pierced, Lu Yibei's vision plunged into a patch of dark red.
"..." Lu Yibei looked at the blood and internal organ fragnts that seed about to splash onto her face and couldn't help but curse loudly in her heart.
Fuck! What kind of urban legend is this? What kind of education did it receive?
How can it be so disregardful of the rules of the jianghu?
It even kills people hiding under the quilt?
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