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Horror Chapter
To others, what Li Lin said might have been surprising or even frightening about the future. However, Jiang Liu sensed a different meaning in those words!
The numerous Escapers, the changing rules of the game, the supernatural events manifesting in the real world, and those alternative Escapers who took pleasure in harming others—what kind of world was this?
Why had he never heard of any supernatural incidents in his previous life? The terrifying stories circulating online sounded horrifying, yet very few had actually died in such events. Some even daringly attempted to experience these phenomena, and there were hardly any reports of mishaps; even when something did happen, it could often be explained from a scientific perspective.
The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became. After experiencing so many supernatural events, he had come to fully believe some of Li Lin's words. It was precisely because he believed them that his understanding of the real world grew increasingly alien.
“Hey! Jiang Liu, while I’m surprised by Li Lin’s words too, I’ve never seen anyone turn pale like you!”
Seeing Jiang Liu, who usually performed exceptionally well, now frightened by just a few words from Li Lin, the White-Collar Man seized the opportunity to mock him mercilessly.
Ignoring someone to the highest degree is to treat them as if they do not exist. Jiang Liu did well; he acted as if he hadn’t heard and looked at Li Lin instead. “How many supernatural events have occurred in the real world?”
“I’m not sure, but there are many—so many that each incident attracts new participants.”
Finishing his drink, Li Lin stopped answering any further questions. He had already guided these three newcomers to the threshold of reality; whether they could cross it depended on their own abilities. As the saying goes, a master leads you to the door, but you must enter on your own. He had already helped them enough; continuing to assist would only hinder their growth and might not be beneficial for those newly exposed to supernatural events.
Noticing that Li Lin wouldn’t answer any more questions, Jiang Liu ceased his inquiries and continued quietly eating breakfast, though a shadow loomed over his previously cheerful mood.
Time passed swiftly; before long, night fell. Everyone returned to their respective rooms, waiting for dawn to arrive.
The usually overlooked White-Collar Man returned to his room and immediately felt a twinge of fear upon seeing the large mirror. However, he quickly reassured himself that ghosts couldn’t harm him before one o'clock in the morning. That fleeting fear was soon drowned by a surge of anger as he raised his middle finger at the mirror and cursed, “Damn it! You look down on me too, huh!”
“What a bunch of people! Looking down on me and treating me like a burden! Don’t think I can’t see through you! What a bunch of old fools! The moment they see a promising newcomer, they scramble like dogs after shit. Just wait; there will come a time when you’ll need me!”
After venting for a while, he felt much better. He took off his clothes and prepared to take a shower. After washing up, he wrapped only a towel around his waist.
"Eh? Why did the lights go out?"
As the White-Collar Man stepped out of the bathroom, he noticed that the lights in the bedroom had inexplicably gone dark. The entire room was pitch black, creating an unusually frightening atmosphere. His previously cheerful mood felt like it had been doused with a bucket of cold water, leaving him feeling icy and uneasy.
"This can't be happening! Of all people, why would they come to scare me?"
He wasn't an idiot; seeing the once-bright room now shrouded in darkness made it clear what was going on. He had truly fallen for Li Lin's trick—ghosts had come to find him early.
His mood soured further, akin to stepping in something foul. Anger bubbled within him—why target him? Did they think he was easy to bully, trying to scare him off?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. His initial instinct to call for Li Lin and the others faded away. He muttered to himself, "Aren't you looking down on me? Afraid I'll be scared off by a ghost tonight? Well, let me show you that I'm not some coward! It's just a figment of imagination! As long as my life isn't in danger, I’ll treat this all as nonsense!"
"In the storm, this little pain is nothing."
To bolster his spirits, the White-Collar Man began singing "Sailor," feeling his way through the darkness. After a while, he finally found the switch for the room's lights, and the space brightened once more.
"Damn it, you thought you could scare me! I see there's nothing to worry about; you even went out of your way to try and frighten me."
Once the lights were on, he noticed nothing unusual. The White-Collar Man felt a sense of pride in how he had handled himself earlier and walked toward the bedroom to get dressed before sharing his brave performance with Li Lin and the others.
What he failed to notice was that at the moment the lights flickered back on, the red-dressed female ghost who had killed Fat Man and Student Sister appeared behind him. She quietly perched on his shoulder, following him around without him sensing her presence, still reveling in his earlier bravado.
As he passed by a mirror, the White-Collar Man suddenly stopped. A chill crept over him once more. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a terrifying glimpse in the mirror—there was a red-dressed ghost quietly resting on his shoulder.
The atmosphere froze instantly, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
He desperately wanted to turn away from the mirror and avoid seeing this horrifying sight, but his damned body refused to obey his commands, standing rigidly in front of it. Perhaps it was his halted movement that alerted the red-dressed ghost; her head turned slowly like a rusty machine, inching toward the mirror.
The White-Collar Man felt as if his heart might stop beating altogether. A wave of terror surged through his mind, rendering him unable to think clearly as he stared blankly at the red-dressed ghost turning her head toward him.
A pair of eyes without black pupils peered through the gaps of long, dark hair, staring at the already pale face of the White-Collar Man in the mirror.
He couldn't find the words to describe those eyes; there was no trace of the black pupils that a normal person should have. Instead, the entire eyeball was filled with an unsettlingly white sclera, making it appear as if there was no vision at all. Yet, the White-Collar Man could clearly feel that they were looking at him through the mirror.
Those eyes were like a soul-snatching demon, and the White-Collar Man felt as if everything around him had vanished. In his entire field of vision, only those terrifying eyes were fixated on him with malice.
Just as he felt he was about to face death, the lights in the room suddenly went out, plunging everything into darkness once more.
In that darkness, he discovered that his previously stiff body had regained its ability to respond. He felt utterly weak, nearly collapsing to the ground, but managed to steady himself against the mirror just in time.
"It's all just an illusion; don't fall for it. If I run out of this room, it's really over," he kept telling himself, trying not to be frightened by the illusion before him. However, judging by his trembling legs, his self-encouragement wasn't very effective.
Please don’t come back again. Once was almost enough to drive me insane; if it happens a few more times, I won’t be able to take it.
The White-Collar Man repeatedly pleaded in his mind for the ghost not to scare him again; he truly felt he couldn't bear it any longer.
Reality is a cruel thing; it often works against you. For instance, the White-Collar Man's current situation was in stark contrast to what he had wished for.
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