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I hurriedly changed into my home clothes and stepped outside, the first question escaping my lips, “How did she die? I clearly threw her clothes into the water, and the cleaning lady tossed them into the trash. She wouldn’t go back to retrieve them, especially since that dress wasn’t particularly nice. She wouldn’t buy an identical one.”
Molin, looking somewhat fatigued, collapsed onto the sofa and pinched the bridge of his nose. He frowned at my barrage of questions. “I told you to keep an eye on her, and you went back to sleep? That thing is a killer; it’s not so easy to escape from. Here’s a photo I took when I arrived at the scene; take a look for yourself!”
He tossed his phone at me, and I quickly opened it, completely stunned.
Rong'er was hanging in mid-air, her head already on the ground, and she was unmistakably wearing that very dress. I gasped in shock. “How could this happen?”
“It’s a cycle of cause and effect. If you can’t find the cause, she won’t be able to escape, especially over just one dress.”
“What about Ling Feng? Is he going to die too?”
“Not necessarily.” Molin took back his phone and examined the photo again. “Rong'er died because she was too weak. I refuse to believe that I can’t protect her if I step in. Tonight at ten past midnight, we’ll check that website.”
I nodded, feeling a bit hungry and wanting to grab something to eat. “What do you want? Do you want noodles?”
“Sure.” Molin brought his notebook into the living room, browsing online as he spoke. “I’m broke; if we really have to pay for something, it’ll be on you.”
“…”
I placed the dishes on the table and said with dissatisfaction, “You’re freeloading off me; why should I pay? Can’t you find a job? Once Jun Chong comes back, you’ll have to move out. Don’t let it come to the point where you can’t even afford rent and get kicked out again.”
I said this because after the hospital incident, I learned he was so broke he couldn’t pay rent and had been evicted by his landlord. That’s why Chu Fan had been covering his hospital expenses. Now that Jun Chong was away and had him protecting me, it conveniently gave him a place to stay, but with Jun Chong’s temperament, he wouldn’t let him stay for long.
Molin paused for a moment. “Mind your own business. Once I finish taking down that website, I’ll have money.”
"What about last time? You didn't get any money for the hospital matter?" "..." That time was not solved by Molin, and it also exposed Miasma, and he almost died. According to him, it was The master confiscated the fruits of his labor in anger. I think his master did the right thing, this kid still needs training and training. After eating and watching TV for a while, it was twelve o'clock. MoZero patted me. After taking the last bite of apple, I sat in front of the computer and checked my account. I still had money and the network signal was strong. Copy the URL, open the browser, wait until the time is up, paste it, and press Enter. Moreover, we also set an alarm and compared it with Beijing time every second. It was absolutely on time. "There are still ten minutes left. Be more focused. I heard that there is only one minute of chance. If we can't get in, we have to wait until tomorrow. If we fail again tomorrow, it will be too late to save Ling Feng." "Yeah." I nodded, looked at Molin ’s serious expression, and suddenly asked, “What did you find out today?” Molin sat down next to me, stared at the screen and said word by word, “I visited several companies. , some family members did not know Death Photo, but a few mothers knew it. They said that when they went out in the morning, they saw a yellow document bag at the door with the words 'Death Photo, the winner will die', Some people threw it away because they felt chilled, and some people opened it directly to look at it. But no matter what, those photos will eventually appear in the hands of the deceased. These are exactly the same as what we saw. I also checked their computers, but there was no I found traces of logging into that Website. ""Is it like the ghosts in the TV series are automatically cleared after killing people?" Molin nodded, "I don't rule out this possibility, but there is one more thing. Several homes I visited, Two of them were not in good condition and could not afford to pay that much money. But one of them had a younger brother at home. He told me that he saw his sister going to that Website, but at that time it was on the website. The outside of the box is not a payment screen, but a payment option other than money? "I dragged my chin and tilted my head and said, "Similar to Eight Number Pawnshop" "Yes? " Molin felt that he was thirsty for five minutes anyway, so he picked up an apple, wiped it and bit it, and said vaguely, "But he didn't know what his sister paid, but it was him the next day. The first person to find the photo, his sister died the next day.”
He took a few bites of the apple, propping his legs up on the sofa. Noticing my silence and daze, he tapped my head lightly. "Focus a bit more; don't waste time."
I pouted, too lazy to argue, but he continued, "However, I found a common point."
"What is it?"
"Aside from having visited this website and the alley after the commercial street, they have all recently gone to a photography studio to take pictures."
For some reason, when he mentioned this, my heart skipped a beat, and the image of Shizui's shop flashed in my mind. I instinctively said, "It wouldn't be the 'For You in This Life' photography studio, would it? That's the only one near that alley."
Molin nodded in agreement, his expression suddenly tightening. "Yes, I made a point to swing by there on my way back. That place is strange. But I didn't run into the manager you mentioned, so I don't know if he has any suspicions. You went there before; what was your impression?"
Just as I was about to respond, the alarm suddenly blared, startling me. Molin tossed the apple aside and leaned closer. I immediately leaned in and hit return.
Although it was just a matter of tapping my fingers, my heart was pounding fiercely.
As I waited on the website, I didn't even realize I had held my breath. If today didn't work out, we would only have tomorrow's chance. Losing any opportunity would be detrimental, so I silently prayed that I must succeed in logging in.
"I did it!"
Molin was clearly much calmer than I was regarding this matter. As soon as he spoke, I saw that the website had logged in successfully.
Unlike typical paranormal websites, this one had a split background image. The middle section displayed a pop-up registration box. On the left side was an angelic figure representing justice with the word "Light" written beside it.
On the right side was the bloody visage of the demon Azure Fang representing death, with the word "Dark" inscribed next to it.
The backgrounds on both sides were starkly different, and the music was equally contrasting. At times, it was a low, melodious tune that seemed to dispel the dark thoughts in my heart, leaving behind a sense of lightness.
At other moments, it transformed into a haunting melody reminiscent of hell, echoing like a woman's mournful cry in the midnight hour, delicately plucking at my nerves until I felt I might break.
These two distinctly different sounds intertwined subtly, overwhelming my ears and creating a heavy blockage in my chest, making me feel nauseous.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and register," Molin prompted, snapping me back to reality. I realized that a minute could pass quickly and I couldn't afford to delay. I hurriedly typed on the keyboard as Molin explained, "This music feels off; we need to move faster."
"Done."
I clicked the mouse to complete the registration, and the screen immediately changed. The music abruptly ceased, and a wave of relief washed over me as the oppressive feeling in my chest vanished.
"Death Prediction," the four large characters occupied most of the screen. Blood seemed to drip down from the white letters, flowing continuously as if real drops were falling, exuding an eerie aura that intensified the terrifying atmosphere.
"What do you think? Should I click it?"
I hesitated to ask Molin, feeling uncertain. What if it really worked? Wouldn't that mean my death too? Although Molin assured me that Ghost Marriage would protect my life, there was always a chance of something going wrong. I didn't want to die before I had even met Jun Chong.
"Click it." Molin replied firmly this time, his one-word command decisive. "I'll take responsibility for everything."
"You said it!"
I swallowed hard and nervously moved the mouse to click. Just then, the screen suddenly darkened and transformed into a swirling vortex. Black currents surged outward, accompanied by a gust of wind that felt as though some force was trying to pull me in completely.
Panic set in at that moment, but before I could utter a sound, I saw a head emerge from the vortex at an alarming speed—it was Rong'er.
The face, blood streaming from all seven orifices, was deathly pale. A pair of bulging eyes stared at me, and a gaping mouth released a thick wave of blood scent that hit me head-on. Sharp, elongated fangs were aimed directly at my head, ready to bite down.
Instinctively, I recoiled, but the sofa behind me prevented any retreat. I called out for Molin while raising my hand to block the impending attack.
Before my hand could even reach my face, I felt a blinding light erupt between my forehead and that skull. A force pushed me back, and then a sharp pain shot through my head, plunging me into unconsciousness.
The last thing I heard was Molin's frantic shout, "Anxin—"
I had no idea what had happened to me. My body felt weightless, as if it had no mass at all. I was surrounded by an indistinct space, a sense of chaotic clarity enveloping me. It felt chaotic because of the gray haze reminiscent of an overcast day, yet the air was fresh and invigorating, bringing a sense of brightness and comfort deep within.
I moved slightly and realized I was being pulled by some unseen force, floating in mid-air. It was eerily quiet here; there were no signs of life or vegetation around me, creating an illusion of drifting through the stars.
"Where is this place?"
I straightened my legs and discovered I could stand on solid ground. After living as a human for so long, I wasn't accustomed to flying, even if it wasn't very high.
I stood on the ground and looked around—there seemed to be no end in sight. But I had just been in the living room. " Molin! Molin!"
My voice echoed loudly but without any reverberation, indicating that this place was vast. An inexplicable panic began to spread through my heart as I instinctively grasped the left side of my waist.
As soon as my hand made contact, I felt warmth in that spot. Without thinking further, I recited a spell and grasped the Hairpin tightly in my hand. At that very moment, a figure appeared before me, clad in flowing dark garments. My eyes widened as I caught sight of someone.
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