"The better a girl performs, the more jealous the others will be of her. In fact, even if she does nothing, the people around her will isolate her."

“Sometimes God’s excessive favoritism is not necessarily a good thing. After all, there are devils lurking around us.”

"One of the other five girls in the dance studio fell in love, and what followed was a very clichéd story."

"She wrote a love letter and wanted to confess her feelings, but unfortunately the boy didn't like her at all. He approached her just to find out more about another girl."

"After learning everything, she was driven by shame, anger and jealousy to make a crazy decision."

"She found the staff at the Equipment Management Office, and they discussed everything and decided to destroy the girl together."

"As the provincial dance competition was approaching, six girls would go to the dance studio every afternoon to train. It was summer vacation and there were not many people in the school."

"Several other female students pretended to ease the relationship with the girl. The girl was kind-hearted and tried very hard to fit into their circle."

"She took on a lot of odd jobs by herself and even made candies to give to her friends."

"But what she didn't expect was that this was just a trap."

"It's her friends who want to push her into the abyss."

Number Two's story continued. Upon hearing this, Chen Ge clenched his fingers.

Found you!

The murderer told everyone present the story of his crimes, and there was no trace of remorse in his words.

"Zhang Ya," Chen Ge called silently in her heart. Number Two's story made her feel an indescribable emotion towards this girl, probably heartache.

The shadow's color changed slightly, but Zhang Ya did not appear.

Maybe it was because she had eaten too many ghosts in Ward 3 and she was digesting them.

Feeling something, the second newcomer glanced towards where Chen Ge was.

"The girl called for help from her friends, but not only did her friends not come forward to help her, one of them took out a love letter from her backpack. It was written by her favorite boy, but unfortunately it was not written to her."

"Later, the desperate girl looked out the window behind her. She fell from the fourth floor and her blood was all over the floor. But she was still alive at that time."

"She couldn't make any sound, but her eyes were open and she kept staring at the friends who were leaving her."

"The white dance dress was stained blood red. No one knew the exact time of her death. Her body was not found until the next day."

With every word that Number Two spoke, the blood in Chen Ge's shadow became thicker. After devouring the two skinny monsters and most of the body of the red-clothed dean, some changes seemed to be happening to Zhang Ya.

Chen Ge had no way to wake up Zhang Ya. Zhang Ya had helped him three times in total, and she appeared on her own initiative each time.

"The girl had no other injuries except for the fall, and the gang members had colluded in advance, so the incident was eventually classified as suicide."

Number Two was able to remain calm at first, but as he spoke, his breathing began to become rapid, and he would always look unnaturally towards where Chen Ge was.

He seemed to have noticed something and spoke faster, hurriedly recounting the final fate of the five girls.

They always receive unknown bloody love letters at night. The girls who receive the love letters will have accidents within a week due to various reasons. What's more coincidental is that the bodies always end up sitting on the chairs.

"It sounds like a curse game, but it's true. I suspect that the girl who fell from the building turned into a ghost and has been wandering around the dance studio."

Number Two took a step back. "That's the end of my story."

"The plot is good, but your storytelling is terrible. You can ask others for advice on how to tell a good story in the future." The man on the right side of the table yawned and looked at the other side of the table: "What do you think?"

"At least it aroused my interest, unlike the newcomer last week." The man sitting first on the left tapped the table with his fingers, his eyes gleaming with a hint of coldness.

The man on the right smiled and said casually, "Since he has passed, let number three start."

"Wait a minute." The man on the left spoke again. He slowly moved his gaze away from No. 2 and looked at Chen Ge: "No. 2, No. 4, did you two know each other before?"

Chen Ge didn't expect the other party to be so sharp. Zhang Ya had not responded to him. At this time, he could only think of ways to delay time.

"I don't know him." Number Two spoke first. He didn't expect that his little action would be noticed by the man at the table.

"Since you don't know him, why do you always look at him intentionally or unintentionally when you tell stories?" After the man finished speaking, everyone on both sides of the table looked at No. 2 and Chen Ge.

Each gaze was like a sharp knife, emitting a dangerous aura.

The situation in the house suddenly became tense. Chen Ge kept calling Zhang Ya's name in his heart, but unfortunately there was no response. The bloodshot in his shadow became clearer and clearer.

In comparison, No. 2 might be more open: "He makes me feel very uncomfortable. There is a voice in my head telling me that this person is dangerous."

"Dangerous?" Everyone in the room focused their attention on Chen Ge: "A dangerous newcomer?"

"Is it because of his mask?" The man who had said before that he liked Chen Ge's mask spoke again. He held his chin, as if admiring the workmanship of the human skin mask. "It's really a fine work of art. One day, it will belong to me."

This man helped Chen Ge out. The man sitting on the left side of the table did not ask any more questions. He waved his hand and said, "Number Three, let me hear your story."

Among the four newcomers, only number three is a woman, and she is of average height and figure.

"My last name is Zhong, and I work in a chemical factory." The woman stroked the homemade mask on her face, and the first sentence she said made everyone frown.

"Ms. Zhong, for your own safety, please do not disclose information casually." The man on the right reminded, but the woman did not care.

"The story I am going to tell is about my wife." The woman's voice was very nice, as light as a bird's song, and very comfortable to listen to.

"She's four years younger than me and is a late-night radio host."

"Her shift is from midnight to 2am, so she always comes home very late."

"When we first got married, I would wait until she came back to sleep with me because I had to go to work the next day. But after a while, I couldn't stand it anymore."

"I will prepare dinner for two and leave a note for her to heat up for herself when she comes back in the evening."

"It was fine at first, but from one day on, my wife never touched the food on the table again."

“When I woke up in the morning, the food was still there, but the kitchen utensils and pots had been used.”

"My wife seemed to have been stewing something in the kitchen alone at night."