Not long ago, he suddenly had an idea: why did Cen Yu in the original work never encounter this "ghost" harassment, and was only killed by the ghost in his hasty escape on the fourth night?

Because Cen Yu has always been an atheist.

He firmly believes that everything is based on science and that there are no ghosts in the world.

The reason he was murdered on the fourth night was because the strange things that kept happening after he attended the class reunion had shaken his faith—until he finally couldn't take it anymore and ran away after being in the same room with a ghost on the fourth night.

He believed in ghosts, so he was killed by them.

“You can’t find people who don’t believe you exist.” Cen Yu said, then walked around the flying debris, pushed open the door and went out.

He saw He Yongning outside the door, carrying a hammer, and said to the thing inside, "Bye-bye, Xiaoyu."

He Yongning breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Cen Yu was safe and sound. Then he heard Cen Yu say that he certainly remembered the tomb owner that Yu Sheng had mentioned.

He looked towards the old house, where the things that had been flying around inside had already fallen to the ground.

Although He Yongning was eager to know how Cen Yu had discovered the other person's identity, he also knew that this place was not a safe place to stay, so he immediately grabbed Cen Yu's arm and tried to leave.

Seeing that Cen Yu seemed to be in a daze, he assumed that the other party was scared out of his wits, so he became very cautious. Little did he know that Cen Yu was arguing with the system in his head at this moment.

"If you don't believe he's a ghost, then what do you think he is?" The big fat cat had of course heard Cen Yu's speech, and even saw the thoughts in Cen Yu's head.

“I believe he is a vixen,” Cen Yu said.

"...?" The fat cat, "This works?"

“Why not?!” Cen Yu retorted matter-of-factly. “This is a ghost story! The basic logic is that if you don’t believe in the existence of ghosts, then ghosts can’t touch or harm people who don’t believe in their existence.”

Thinking of this, Cen Yu started bargaining with the system again, "Can you guys change this task?"

The fat cat looked at him warily. "How do you want to change it?"

"Don't you think this mission is ridiculous?" Cen Yu said. "Did I come here specifically to be killed by a ghost?"

"..." It seems a bit low-class.

The fat cat thought to itself.

“Besides, I now understand why everyone was killed by ghosts.” Cen Yu looked at the fat cat. “Are you expecting me to not believe in ghosts for the first three days and then believe in their existence on the fourth?”

"Should I keep jumping back and forth?"

It was only just now that Cen Yu discovered the logic behind this instance.

In the original work, Cen Yu was always an atheist, so he did not encounter any ghosts in the early stages until his faith collapsed on the fourth night.

But he was different.

He knew from the beginning that this was a horror novel, and that there were really ghosts in it.

Therefore, when he entered, he naturally already believed in the existence of this ghost.

That's why that thing could touch him.

Cen Yu pondered the "Xiao Yu" who had appeared in his live stream again, and roughly understood the other party's behavioral logic—

He told himself to go to the haunted house because there must be ghosts in it.

So as long as you believe in this, he will be able to meet you.

“...That makes some sense,” the fat cat muttered.

"I'll go report it." It muttered and bargained with Cen Yu like a sarcastic boss, "But let me tell you, it can't be changed every time."

"It's also because I saw that you did a good job on the last mission..."

"Understood, Director Cat." Cen Yu waved to the fat cat in his mind, "Go and come back quickly."

...

When He Yongning and Cen Yu arrived at Jiang Tuan's doorstep, Jiang Tuan looked at the two panting people with a strange expression and asked, "What have you been doing?"

He noticed the hammer Cen Yu was carrying, and no matter how he looked at it, it seemed to be the one he had left in his yard...?

“I went to the old house,” He Yongning said.

He looked at Jiang Tuan and said, "I have something to ask you."

Cen Yu watched the two figures leave, then looked up and glanced at Pei Hengyun on the third floor—

"How is He Yongning's home?" Pei Hengyun asked.

"This is not good," Cen Yu said to Pei Hengyun. "They've broken in."

He caught his breath and then walked into the living room, placed the hammer on the table, and then climbed up to the third floor in one breath.

When they reached the bedroom on the third floor, they found Pei Hengyun, who should have been lying in bed, sitting on a chair on the balcony. After noticing Cen Yu's arrival, he turned to look at him and asked, "Breaking in?"

Pei Hengyun showed a frightened expression.

"Then are some things missing?"

"What could be missing?" Cen Yu thought to himself, "His house doesn't have anything valuable."

That's the truth. There really wasn't anything of value in He Yongning's house. Thinking of this, Cen Yu suddenly looked at Pei Hengyun with some curiosity, "Why haven't you come back all these years?"

He sat on the edge of the bed, as if chatting with Pei Hengyun, "Looking at your painting, I feel that you must really miss your high school days."

Cen Yu knew why Pei Hengyun didn't come back. Pei Hengyun only had his grandmother at home. After his grandmother passed away when he was in his second year of high school, he had no relatives left. So after the college entrance examination, he left his hometown with all his belongings.

And Pei Hengyun...

Cen Yu leaned back a little, propping himself up on the bed and looking at Pei Hengyun, "You still haven't told me about your family situation?"

Cen Yu found that her memories of the past were very vague, which was actually quite unusual.

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