To the right front is a shower room separated by glass, and to the lower right is a smart toilet.

Oh, so this mirror is facing the bathroom!

Could a ghost be spying on him while he's showering?

Shen Meiren scratched her head.

I'm actually quite scared that while I'm taking a shower, I'll turn around and find a bloody, mangled face in the mirror.

But I'm not used to not taking a shower.

Fine, let's take a gamble.

He bet no one would like to watch him take a bath.

Taking out the pajamas provided by the school from the closet, Shen Yulou quickly took a shower.

A thick layer of condensation formed on the glass as Shen Yulou hummed a song while brushing his teeth in front of the mirror.

"Respectfully...respectfully...respectfully..."

The eerie music seemed to come from nowhere, like a water harp playing behind me.

The water droplets sliding off the mirror in front of Shen Yulou suddenly turned into a scarlet, viscous liquid.

"puff!"

The mouthwash was sprayed all over the mirror in front of me.

The crimson liquid gathered, and several chilling words appeared on the mirror.

[Campus Ghost Stories 1:]

Each dormitory room number has its own special meaning.

Can you tell me, does your dorm room number have any special meaning?

Countdown: 7 minutes

Before Shen Yulou could even say "start," the countdown started on its own.

I wiped my palm in the mirror and found that the writing still couldn't be erased.

"Teacher, will I get a reward if I answer correctly?"

Curious children raise their hands to ask questions.

No one, no, no ghost, answered Shen Yulou.

It's unclear whether it was out of revenge or to mock Shen Yulou's foolishness.

These lines of text then appeared not only on the mirror, but also on the ceiling, floor, walls, and toilet seat...

The bright red light everywhere and the constantly changing numbers were relentlessly provoking omege's sensitive and fragile nerves.

"Fine, don't tell me then, really."

Shen Yulou muttered something, spat out the foam in his mouth, and continued brushing his teeth.

My brain honestly began to think.

Building 77, Room 409... 77... 409...

What could it be? Since it's a horror dungeon...

Could it be related to death?

Shen Meiren patted the sink with her rosy palms, her mind racing.

"In funeral customs, every seven days after a person dies is a memorial day, which continues until the forty-ninth day!"

[Congratulations! Your answer is correct!]

The handwriting on the mirror was no longer as neat as the title had been; instead, it was extremely messy and the arrangement was strange.

It seems like she's angry.

Who's angry? Is it because they guessed his question correctly?

Shen Yulou cleaned the foam out of his mouth, and the red stains in the bathroom also faded completely.

A sudden cool sensation filled my chest and flowed throughout my body along my blood vessels.

How come I suddenly feel like I can finish all the exam papers in the world?

Is this the reward for answering correctly?

He pushed open the bathroom door and prepared to go back to bed.

He knew that not everyone could answer correctly.

What is the penalty for giving a wrong answer?

The soundproofing in the student dormitory rooms seemed exceptionally good; Shen Yulou didn't hear any chaotic noises all night.

the next day

As soon as the sky began to brighten, the wake-up bells rang throughout the entire campus.

Shen Yulou stretched groggily and rolled off the bed onto the floor.

Being a student is really tough; you have to get up earlier than the chickens and go to bed later than the dogs.

The student canteen provides each student with a steamed bun and a cup of soy milk for breakfast.

Shen Yulou didn't want to go back to the classroom for breakfast, so he sat in the cement fence at the edge of the flower bed and ate a steamed bun.

"Brother, can I have a meat bun?"

A dirty little beggar appeared out of nowhere and timidly asked Shen Yulou for his breakfast.

Although it was a bit dirty, it had a round face.

She looks just like his son.

Shen Yulou missed Zaizai a little, so he broke off half of a meat bun and gave it to the child.

"Brother, I ate your steamed buns, are you hungry now?"

The little boy's eyes were blurry with tears, and his dusty little hands held the steamed bun; it was a heartbreaking sight.