The Vengeful Spirit and the Next Target

In the end, Ye Shengge did not ask Mu Jinran.

This was not only because Jiang Yan kept interfering, but also because everything he wanted to know had been thoroughly exposed by the newly formed small class group.

From the chat logs, Ye Shengge discovered a critical clue.

– Both people who died had committed misdeeds.

To be precise, the reason this clue was uncovered so quickly was closely related to Zhang Ming’s death today.

In any other situation, a senior high school student committing suicide due to academic pressure would be considered perfectly normal and wouldn’t even be investigated further.

But this time was different. Yesterday’s death hadn’t been solved yet, and within a single day, another student from Class 5 had died. It was bizarre no matter how one looked at it; explaining it as a coincidence felt far too forced.

Rather than a coincidence, the criminal investigation captain in charge of these two cases leaned toward the theory of premeditated murder.

However, when the police investigated the scene, they found no fingerprints or signs of a struggle. All signs pointed to this being an ordinary case of suicide by jumping.

The investigation hit a stalemate.

Right at this moment, a junior officer investigating the victims’ interpersonal relationships unearthed two past incidents that successfully linked the two deceased students.

The Luck King, who was crushed by the ceiling fan yesterday, had been caught during his second year in a relationship that exceeded normal boundaries with a female student. When the matter came to light, the Luck King refused to admit it, insisting that the female student had been the one to seduce him.

Social public opinion is inherently unfair to women, not to mention that the Luck King had a group of tough friends at school. No one listened to the female student’s explanation, nor did they dare to.

Rather than listening to explanations, most people just wanted to watch the drama.

The female student, who thought she and the Luck King were in a mutual relationship, suffered a breakdown.

Even harder to accept was her discovery that she was pregnant.

The matter could not be hidden, and for a time, the scandal grew even larger.

Unable to withstand the pressure of public opinion, the school approached the female student to discuss her withdrawal, while simultaneously giving the Luck King a major demerit.

The female student said nothing and accepted the news calmly, only requesting the school give her one more day to pack her things.

The school agreed.

No one expected an accident to occur that very afternoon.

The female student, having already decided to prove her innocence through death, stood on the roof of the dormitory wearing her favorite dress. She held her phone high, hoping to seek justice by live-streaming her suicide.

This method was indeed effective. Many people in the live-stream expressed their willingness to believe her, urging her not to give up on life over a piece of trash.

The young girl, who had impulsively decided to commit suicide, saw these messages. Because of the kindness shown by these strangers she had never met, she hesitated slightly.

Yes, it wasn’t worth throwing away her life for a scumbag.

At the exact moment she decided to give up on jumping, a sudden, jarring voice drifted up from below.

“See, I told you she’s just faking it to get sympathy. A thick-skinned person like her couldn’t possibly actually jump.” The speaker was Zhang Ming, the “good buddy” standing next to the scumbag, who enjoyed stirring up trouble for fun.

After saying that, he shrugged and added loudly with a disdainful tone: “Besides, the dorm is only four stories high at most. How could someone actually die jumping from this height? She’s just trying to scare fools who don’t know any better.”

These words silenced many of the people who had been trying to persuade her from below; almost all of them believed what Zhang Ming said.

The female student even saw the comments in the live-stream room change.

Viewers began to question the authenticity of the situation.

But Zhang Ming, who considered himself very loyal to his brothers, wasn’t satisfied with that. He strained his voice and shouted at the girl on the roof: “If you’re gonna jump, do it fast. Don’t waste everyone’s time.”

The incredibly simple reverse psychology proved remarkably effective.

With Zhang Ming and those “good buddies” egging her on, the chorus of agreement grew louder and louder.

The occasional weak voices of protest in the crowd were quickly suppressed.

The female student knew Zhang Ming’s goal was nothing more than to help his brother vent his anger by provoking her to jump.

She didn’t want to fall for it, but when she saw those classmates who had been persuading her moments ago turn to criticize her for exploiting their sympathy—all because of Zhang Ming’s influence—a surge of inexplicable rebellion rose within her. She felt that jumping like this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Since everyone thought she was exploiting their sympathy and wouldn’t actually jump, she would show them.

Not only would she jump, but she would also let them know that one could indeed die from this height.

Clinging to this childish thought, the young girl held her phone and leapt from the fourth floor.

The moment she fell, she caught the incredulous gazes of Zhang Ming and that scumbag, and heard countless piercing screams.

No one knew how much effort she exerted just to ensure she landed head-first.

In the moment before she completely lost consciousness, there was no fear or terror in her heart—only a sense of gratification.

See, she had proven it to everyone. You can die jumping from the fourth floor.

Inside the quiet and comfortable dormitory.

The exquisite youth sat upright on his bed, very seriously scrolling through the constantly refreshing chat logs.

When he saw the part where the female student was provoked into jumping, his handsome brows instantly furrowed.

Although it was inappropriate, after learning everything, he still felt that the Luck King and Zhang Ming deserved to die.

He wasn’t the only one who thought so; many students in the class group felt the same way.

[Karma is a cycle; heaven spares no one. In my opinion, Zhang Ming and the one crushed by the fan yesterday both had it coming.]

[Do you think that anonymous person in the group… could be Ye Ranping’s ghost?]

[I actually hope it’s her vengeful soul. At least she wouldn’t involve us.]

Seeing this, Ye Shengge’s mood was somewhat complicated.

He subconsciously pursed his petals-red lips, feeling as if the sensation of that pervert’s licking and light biting still lingered there.

No one was more certain than him that the anonymous person was a tall man with a good physique, and a single man who had never had intimate contact with anyone.

At the same time, the new class group, created to avoid the anonymous person’s surveillance, was still popping up with new messages.

[Speaking of which, was what the anonymous person said in the old group last night true? I remember the people who leaked game content were Zhang Ming and Zhou Yue.]

[But Zhou Yue looks so timid; he probably hasn’t done anything wrong, right?]

[That’s a good question. Looking at the police’s reaction, they clearly don’t believe the anonymous red packet game is real. They believe someone is seeking revenge for Ye Ranping.]

[But Zhang Ming really did die because he violated the game’s confidentiality rules… Didn’t the anonymous person send a message in the old group: “Player Zhang Ming has violated the rules, punishment implemented”?]

Ye Shengge exited the new group and opened the old class group where the anonymous person appeared.

Sure enough, the first message was from the anonymous sender.

Anonymous: [Player Zhang Ming has violated the game rules; punishment has been implemented. Remaining players waiting for punishment: one.]

As for the person remaining in that message, it naturally referred to the student Zhou Yue, who was famous in school for being timid and fearful.

[What do you plan to do?] the system suddenly asked.

Ye Shengge did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked up at the other two in the dormitory who were doing their own things while keeping an eye on him, fearing he might be frightened. His heart warmed, and a flash of determination crossed his eyes: [I’m going to see Zhou Yue. Some things need to be asked clearly sooner rather than late.]

Although more and more clues were surfacing, Ye Shengge knew these were just the tip of the iceberg. The part hidden underwater would only be more shocking.

At this moment, he was suppressing his fear and constantly collecting clues. It was no longer just for himself, but also to prevent his friends from being harmed.

Although he knew clearly that this was just a fictional dungeon world, he had long ago regarded Mu Jinran and Jiang Yan, these two special NPCs, as his few friends.

System: [You…]

Sensing the host’s thoughts, the system hesitated to speak.

Ye Shengge was a bit confused: [What is it?]

Looking at the energetic host, the system finally said nothing, only letting out a deep sigh: [It’s nothing. I wish you success in getting the answers you want.]

Though the probability of getting an answer wasn’t high.

Though that answer… the host might not be able to accept it.

[I will. Thank you.] Ye Shengge was slightly stunned, his smile dazzling and brilliant.