Chapter 26 The Crybaby's Endless Escape (Part 7)

have……?

Chen Mengxi and the other players exchanged glances, all revealing strange expressions.

Unlike Si Yisi, they couldn't sleep soundly until they naturally woke up. Instead, they left their rooms early and went to the living room to discuss what they had seen and heard the previous night.

The players heard similar things last night: a sharp, female-like voice emitting a long scream.

Now, looking at Si Yisi's slightly swollen eyes...

The soprano-like scream came from a thin boy?

How did he manage to escape the ghost's gift?

Given the kinship between Si Yisi and Chen Mengxi, the burden of this inquiry naturally fell on Chen Mengxi again.

Si Yisi could tell that Chen Mengxi was really upset, but since he was weak and pitiful, he pretended not to notice anything.

"Chenchen, what...what was that thing you saw?"

As soon as Chen Mengxi finished speaking, Si Yisi's eyes reddened and she started to cry.

When he cried, he stammered even more than Chen Mengxi, his words incoherent: "It was a long-haired ghost, her face was covered in hair! She was lying on top of me, staring at me with eyes dripping with bloody tears! Hiccup!"

As she spoke, she even let out a hiccup, which made her even more disliked.

Hair? His face was covered in hair?

Players deeply empathized with Si Yisi's genuinely terrified and broken state, as well as the meaning behind her words.

They could already imagine what this boy named Shen Chen had gone through.

The moment I opened my eyes, I saw a pair of bloodshot eyes staring at me, and then my face was covered in hair. Just thinking about it would scare me half to death!

"What gift did the ghost want to give? How did you escape?" Qi Muyang interjected, his fingers tapping the table with a dull sound to create an invisible pressure.

Si Yisi glanced timidly at Qi Muyang, and her tears flowed even more fiercely.

He stopped Qi Muyang from exploding, and answered tremblingly:

"She said she wanted to give me her hair, but I... I don't know anything else about her!"

"I was so scared that I grabbed whatever I could and threw it at the thing, and she backed away."

"What did you throw?"

"Okay, okay, it seems to be a razor." Si Yisi replied weakly and intermittently, her crying continuing unabated and even showing signs of intensifying.

He shakily reached into his robes and pulled out the razor.

Qi Muyang seized the razor for himself, his domineering actions drawing hostile glances from the other players, but he remained unperturbed, saying:

"Tch, do you think this is of any use to you? These things should stay in the hands of those who know their value."

As he spoke, Qi Muyang slammed a gun heavily on the table beside him, and the area around the table fell silent.

"You." Qi Muyang arrogantly pointed to another person, "Yes, it's you. Summarize the clues we just compiled."

Wearing glasses, Jia Yingrong remained silent for a moment before speaking at Qi Muyang's request: "Based on the clues we've discovered so far, there's something unusual happening in the bathroom of the new tenant's room on the third floor, so we need to be careful. Hair was found in a room on the second floor, and our initial assessment is that it might be related to... the female ghost with hairy faces who gave Shen Chen a gift. Her weakness is probably a razor?"

"There are no signs of tenants in the other room on the second floor, so we suspect that they broke into our place... We found a lot of scraps of paper on the first floor, so we can start with the paper figures and other things."

"Hmm—Chen Chen, think carefully about when you saw the ghost?" Jia Yingrong asked Si Yisi.

“One or two o’clock.” Si Yisi cooperated well, glancing at Jia Yingrong as he answered.

He didn't know why, but he always felt that Jia Yingrong wasn't as harmless as he appeared.

Is he a ghost? Or is he an even more powerful player?

A glimmer of light appeared in Si Yisi's eyes, which were veiled with tears.

"Okay. We currently know that the ghost visits between 1 and 2 PM. Here's another question—Chen Chen lives on the third floor, while we suspect the female ghost is a tenant on the second floor. Do you remember what that voice said? Encouraging people to visit each other!"

"What do you mean?" Yellow Hair glared at Jia Yingrong warily. "You mean there might be four ghosts visiting a player's room at the same time in one night? Are you kidding me?!"

“That possibility cannot be ruled out.” Jia Yingrong didn’t react much. He raised his eyes and said, “But the game wouldn’t leave players with absolutely no way to survive in such a low-level world.”

A lower world?

Si Yisi could recall that players in Shen Chen's memories often referred to such a world as the "primary world."

However, the difference of just one word doesn't seem to be anything strange.

Jia Yingrong seemed to have finished speaking, and the players sitting around the table fell silent again. A gloomy and oppressive atmosphere cast a shadow over the safe daytime.

Mo Wuchang suddenly raised his hand, and his eager look made Si Yisi subconsciously feel that something was wrong.

"I'd like to ask if we can change rooms?"

"Hmm?" Qi Muyang crossed his arms. "What do you want to do?"

"I... I felt sorry for that little boy crying so pitifully, so I wanted to move over there so he wouldn't be so scared." Mo Wuchang's eyes sparkled, as if he really meant it.

"ha?"

Little brother...who?

Si Yisi wiped away her tears with a napkin, and through the napkin, she looked at Mo Wuchang, only to see him wink at her.

Who is your little brother?

Who wants to live with you?

"Newcomers always cause trouble," Qi Muyang muttered. "Whatever, as long as the people you live with are willing."

Mo Wuchang looked at Jia Yingrong.

“…Okay.” Jia Yingrong, who lived with Mo Wuchang, agreed without saying anything.

"Thank you so much, little brother!" Mo Wuchang leaned over and excitedly grabbed Jia Yingrong's hand and shook it.

"No, you're welcome."

Then this thick-skinned guy pulled up a chair and sat down next to Si Yisi, and even brazenly put his arm around Si Yisi's neck.

"Little brother... I mean, boss, I'm here. Are you happy?"

Si Yisi: "..."

Who are you calling little brother, huh? Si Yisi silently cried out again, placing her hand on Mo Wuchang's shoulder and "gently" pressing down on it.

Mo Wuchang broke out in a sweat. He looked at Si Yisi in horror, feeling as if a giant mountain was pressing down on his shoulders.

Oh crap, I was wrong! Boss! I shouldn't have tried to take advantage of you verbally!

Good to know. (Image: Si Yisi's death stare)

After a while, the players were no longer willing to sit around the table in a dull manner, and they dispersed in twos and threes.

Chen Mengxi offered a perfunctory reassurance to Si Yisi before turning and leaving. Only Si Yisi and Mo Wuchang remained. Si Yisi held a napkin and cried incessantly, while Mo Wuchang rubbed his aching shoulders and fawned over her, offering her a napkin.

Once the lobby was empty, Si Yisi stopped what she was doing and walked towards the door.

"Boss, what are you going to do?"

"Let's wait and see." Ugh... I mean, rob them. That's what Si Yisi said.

Mo Wuchang was inexplicably agitated: "Are we trying to use tears to redeem those ghosts?!"

Si Yisi guessed that Mo Wuchang must have seen him dealing with the air conditioner ghost while on the bus.

He glanced sideways at Mo Wuchang.

What kind of nonsense is this, trying to win someone over with tears? Do you think his tears are holy water?!

I'm unhappy.