Nightmare Strikes

Translator: Cinder Translations

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"Again," Jiang Cheng smiled, lifting the strap of his camera bag with one hand, and said, "Does Chen Yao really need to pressure her teacher in this way? Is she willing to gamble her reputation, even her life?"

He shook his head, "Come on, this is reality, not some cliché, brainless Mary Sue story."

Just as the fatty was about to insert a compliment to Jiang Cheng, the latter continued, "You've seen Chen Yao's appearance and figure; even for me, it's just barely passable. As for Su Yu, I'm a man who works the night shift at a KTV, and I'm the headliner of the elite group."

"Doctor!" The fatty wished he could cover Jiang Cheng's mouth, "There's no one else here; can you just stop performing?"

Jiang Cheng pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Alright, what about the fourth point?" The fatty took out his notebook, holding it in his palms, walking and recording at the same time.

The already small pen looked even more diminutive in his chubby hands.

"Hmm," Jiang Cheng cleared his throat, "this fourth point is crucial, and it's the most important one." He lowered his voice, "Li Yanwei said she was later transferred to the ballet class. Do you remember?"

The fatty thought for a moment and nodded, "Right, she did say that."

"Have you considered why she would change classes?"

"Probably for Su Yu," the fatty said without hesitation, scratching his chin with the end of the pen.

"But Li Yanwei hasn't mentioned anything about her experience after transferring," Jiang Cheng said with a playful tone. "Chen Yao, Li Yanwei, Su Yu, it's quite a lively trio when they're in class together."

The fatty paused his writing.

"If I remember correctly, Chen Yao also committed suicide after Li Yanwei transferred, right?"

Jiang Cheng stared into the night ahead, suddenly sounding a bit melancholic.

The fatty seemed to realize something, putting away his notebook and pen, he said to Jiang Cheng, "Doctor, if that's the case, then Chen Yao definitely wouldn't let Li Yanwei off the hook. So, do you think... Li Yanwei might already be dead?"

"Is she a ghost?" The fatty's voice trembled slightly. "Is she controlled by Chen Yao, used to deceive us?"

"The goal is to kill us all!" he added.

After a while, Jiang Cheng shook his head, "That shouldn't be the case."

"Why?"

Jiang Cheng stopped walking and turned to look at the fatty. His gaze held a captivating intensity, leaving the confused fatty too afraid to breathe.

"We're still alive," Jiang Cheng said in a flat, cold tone, "that's reason enough."

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There was no wind, no sound.

All that existed was the cold, silence, and an overwhelming darkness filled with fear.

Yu Wen glanced around, her throat rolling uncontrollably.

She lay on the ground, too scared to move.

Zhou Taifu's guess was not wrong; Yu Wen indeed turned off her phone because she had discovered a ghost, then fell silent and crawled in the darkness.

What was even more terrifying was that when she spotted the ghost, it was silently hanging behind Zhou Taifu.

As Zhou Taifu moved, the ghost moved too, its body hanging in midair appeared stiff, yet oddly agile.

Yu Wen considered herself to love Zhou Taifu, but that didn't mean she was willing to die alongside him.

Being targeted by a ghost in a nightmare usually led to a certain death, and Yu Wen wouldn't make the foolish decision to accompany Zhou Taifu to his doom, as it would be utterly meaningless.

She believed that even if Zhou Taifu were in the same situation, he would decisively choose to abandon her.

She lay there, watching helplessly as the ghost tore Zhou Taifu's jaw off and dragged his lifeless body slowly into the mirror.

On tiptoe, it moved with elegant, graceful steps.

Like a proud and haughty swan.

The ghost... disappeared.

It had been gone for a long time.

Now, Yu Wen slowly moved her body and cautiously got up.

She made no sound.

Not even disturbing the air around her.

Bending low, she walked towards the door at a quick pace, still on tiptoe, only her toes touching the ground, trying her best to minimize noise.

She dared not look at the mirror, fearing it would trigger something bad.

All she thought about was escape.

The farther away, the better.

Keeping her head down, she carefully identified obstacles on the ground in the dark when suddenly, she halted her steps, spotting a white object on the floor beside the mirror.

She had searched this place when she arrived; there was absolutely no white ball.

Was this left by the ghost?

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted as she recalled the moment Zhou Taifu was dying, his right arm swinging, his body leaning, as if he was about to throw something in her direction.

Could it be...?

She stared at the white ball on the floor.

Without control, she bent down and picked it up.

It was a crumpled piece of paper.

The texture and weight confirmed that.

Without any intention of opening it there, she hurriedly left.

The door was ajar, and there was no light outside.

She didn't know if Feng Lan had hidden like her after seeing the ghost or had already been killed by it.

With precise control over her strength, Yu Wen left the place with almost no sound at the door, but the trouble was the puddles on the ground.

As her shoes pressed down, they made a splashing sound from time to time.

Just as she reached the corner, ready to take a breath, the door of a classroom beside her quietly opened, and a hand landed on her shoulder.

If it were on a battlefield, she would have at least ten ways to deal with the person reaching out.

But in this moment, she was utterly caught off guard, frozen in place, her face drained of color, white as the paper in her hand.

Until—

"Miss Yu," it was Feng Lan's voice, low and filled with a hint of crying, clearly terrified. "Just now... behind Mr. Zhou."

Yu Wen turned around and covered her mouth, "If you want to live, shut up and follow me."

Yu Wen's sudden display of fierceness startled Feng Lan, and the benefit was that Feng Lan obediently followed her, not daring to make a sound.

The two moved slowly through the puddles, carefully making their way out.

The night had completely taken over, and the pitch-black puddles occasionally stirred, resembling an unfathomable sea.

Yu Wen felt an inexplicable strange sensation rising in her heart, unrelated to fear, just pure oddness, as if she had overlooked something very important.

Moreover, that something was very close to her, especially close.

As if she could reach out and touch it...

"Splash."

Yu Wen shuddered, momentarily losing control of her foot's pressure, and her left foot firmly stepped into the puddle.

Suddenly, she realized something.

Since leaving the music classroom until now, she hadn't heard Feng Lan make a sound as she stepped in the water; the entire corridor echoed with only her footsteps.

"Oh no."

(End of the Chapter)

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