Strictly speaking, Cheng Shuang is not afraid of ghosts because she has never been exposed to ghost stories since childhood. The most common stories she has heard are about children being kidnapped and sold by strange aunts and uncles, thus being separated from their parents and relatives.

Cheng Shuang feared that burning, hurtful gaze would follow her relentlessly in the shadows.

The little girl swallowed hard, instinctively searching for the source of the gaze in the darkness, her entire body on high alert.

“Si Rui’s skill is invisibility!” Lie Fu repeated, his voice hoarse. “If we were to identify who the ghost is, Si Rui would have a much higher chance of being the one in the room, with almost no suspense. But I believe the clues given in the room are not that simple.”

Kuroko said with annoyance, "I forgot to ask if Kasumi was also injured!"

Du Jun kept one hand free to hold Cheng Shuang's hand. Seeing that the little girl's hand was getting colder and colder, he knew that she was scared, so he tightened his grip to comfort her.

"I'll try turning on the lights," he said, reaching towards the wall. The appliances in the room were mostly in the same location, and within seconds, he pressed the main switch for several lights, and they all turned on with a snap.

The dim room was instantly brightened. Before the four could even feel their surprise, they heard a few more snapping sounds. Several small lights scattered in different directions began to turn off and on in a random order. The flickering light made the dim room look like a scene from a horror movie.

The atmosphere became tense for a moment.

"This atmosphere is absolutely amazing!" Kuroko Fan exclaimed with a grin. Compared to darkness, the dim light at least illuminated the whole room, which obviously made Kuroko Fan feel much more at ease.

Seeing no one respond, he laughed awkwardly, "Hahaha, it seems like Si Rui and Xia Guang aren't in the room. Could they have escaped?"

Lie Fu stared wide-eyed at his friend. Was it true that people with fewer brain cells were simple-minded? He rubbed his forehead helplessly. "Fanzi, are you sure the hint is 'Who is the ghost?' and not something like 'Find the ghost' or 'Catch the ghost'?"

"Of course not!" Kuroko Hana straightened her chest in dissatisfaction and retorted, "I'm not so bad as to be so..."

"Shuangshuang, what are you looking at?" Du Jun's voice suddenly interrupted him.

Cheng Shuang looked up blankly, glancing uncertainly at the three of them. "There seems to be something on the coffee table!" Before leaving, she was the only one who had used the coffee table. After packing her schoolbag, the coffee table was empty, unless Si Rui and Xia Guang had left some message.

"I'll go take a look," Hei Zishan said softly. Without waiting for anyone's permission, he quickly stepped forward, looked down, and immediately froze.

"What's wrong?" Lie Fu asked worriedly, walking over to pat him on the shoulder. Following his gaze, she saw the card on the coffee table and read it aloud in surprise, "Game hint: Everyone present must tell a scary story. The person who tells the scariest story will receive further game hints."

He then looked at Kuroko with pity. No wonder the guy was stiff; he usually couldn't even watch horror movies and was terrified of ghosts and spirits. Normally, given their friendship, Liefu should have comforted his friend, but remembering the photos that had been secretly taken in a certain room, Liefu pursed his lips, took out his phone, and smiled softly, "Don't worry, Kuroko, I'll take plenty of pictures of you crying your eyes out!"

Kuroko-sen snapped out of his daze, rolled his eyes, and let out a disdainful chuckle.

"Go ahead and speak!" Du Jun said as he stepped forward and picked up the piece of paper. He wanted to see if there was any information on the back that he needed to be wary of. But as soon as his hand touched the paper, he was jolted and sat down in a chair in front of a long rectangular banquet table.

The surrounding lights were dim, and carved bronze candlesticks hung on the walls, their soft light flickering with the movement of shadows. The thick, deep purplish-red velvet cloth further enclosed the space, making it feel even more cramped.

The long table was quite large, capable of seating at least twenty people. Currently, ten people were seated on each side, leaving ample space between them. It was impossible to whisper and chat with familiar people. Moreover, everyone was wearing cloaks, a dark purple color covering them from head to toe, with black lace masks concealing their faces. The masks were heavily embroidered with numbers, making it impossible to distinguish friend from foe.

Each person has a silver vintage-style bell on the table in front of them, with a number card attached to the base of the bell, matching the embroidered words on their mask.

Although it was impossible to tell who was who from their figures and appearances, the particularly petite figure among the five opposite them was definitely Cheng Shuang. Her mask and the number on her ringtone were both three, while Du Jun's was eight.

The little girl seemed a bit anxious, constantly looking around. Du Jun had never seen this perceptive child so impatient before, and his heart sank slightly as he had a bad feeling.

Can such a young child tell stories? Especially scary stories!

Du Jun's concerns are not without merit, but it is clear that for Cheng Shuang, the urgent matter is not just making up stories; she is now doubly nervous.

After all, that gaze never wavered, but instead became increasingly intense as it stared at her. The girl couldn't find her target, but the sense of crisis in her heart grew stronger and stronger.

She knew perfectly well that the one hiding in the shadows was Si Rui. Only she had ever looked at her with that kind of gaze, but everyone else had concealed their faces and figures, and Si Rui was able to blend in perfectly among them.

No wonder the hint was 'Who is the ghost'. If Si Rui has changed, the cloak and mask would be the best way to cover up. Compared to other 'weirdos', she is also more intelligent.

For Yu Chengshuang, telling horror stories was quite difficult. She had never done it before and had very little room for imagination. Fortunately, she was not the first person to tell the story.

The first to speak was a male voice, number one. His voice was hoarse and had an electronic quality, making it impossible to discern his true identity and age. He was telling a story about an office worker who encountered a ghost in an overtime building.

“I’m a white-collar worker living far from home. My salary is average, but my company is located in a well-known business district. You should know that the cost of living in this kind of office environment is not something a small white-collar worker can afford.” The man shrugged.

"To make commuting easier, I rented a 20-square-meter apartment. The rent was cheap, but the utilities were charged at commercial rates, which were very expensive. So I often used my evenings when I worked overtime to fully charge my small appliances that had run out of power and fill my water cup with water."

"Of course, I sometimes linger in the office to binge-watch shows, waiting for my colleagues to leave before making unrestrained use of company resources, and I even get praised by my boss for being diligent and hardworking."

The man's tone was calm, making it impossible to tell whether it was based on his own experience.

"One morning, several police cars were parked outside the office building, and many passersby were watching from inside and outside. I had been staying up late and waking up late those days because I was watching TV series. I didn't dare to linger because I was afraid of being late, so I went straight into the office building. Later at noon, I heard my female colleagues gossiping and learned that the previous night, a female white-collar worker from a company on the top floor couldn't bear the work pressure and committed suicide by jumping off the building. Of course, some people also said that she was harassed by her boss, and she was afraid of losing her job and had nowhere to turn for help, so she silently endured it and finally could only punish her boss by dying."