Chapter 84: you will die

It didn't feel like a human body.

A cold, slippery sensation climbed up from her calves, slow and wanton, as if confirming she couldn't escape.

The moment that thing wrapped around her, Su Mian shuddered violently, but only a tiny breath escaped her throat.

Scales.

This realization made her breathing tighten instantly.

Fine, hard, and with a hair-raising friction as the edges scraped across her skin, it tightened all the way up the inside of her thighs.

It wasn't just simple restraint; it was more like deliberate torture. The force was controlled perfectly, just enough to make her uncomfortable without causing her to lose consciousness.

Her mind went blank, with only instinctive fear screaming.

"…Who?"

The voice was stuck in her throat.

The answer to her was a suddenly tightening force.

That emotion was undisguised—chilling, irritable, like a beast without bottom lines.

The air in her nostrils was snatched away, pressing her breathing until it was difficult. It was so close she could clearly feel the other's anger wandering around her body.

Scales scraped across her skin again. Su Mian's consciousness was forced to gather. She wanted to scream, wanted to struggle, but her body betrayed her, and she could only passively endure.

She didn't know how long it had been before her consciousness gradually blurred and she fell into a deep sleep.

……

When she woke up, Su Mian thought it was just a nightmare because she had been exposed to too many snake elements lately.

But when she lifted the quilt, she found shocking red marks crisscrossing her thighs.

At that moment, Su Mian's brain was blank.

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【Welcome, detectives, to this Script Murder: "Graduation Curse"】

【Graduation is imminent; where does my future lead? At twelve midnight, I light a candle and ask: Pen Spirit, Pen Spirit, how is my future?】

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!"

A scream broke the players who were still receiving the script. Su Mian looked over; it was the detective playing "Shen Jiarui" in Bed No. 6.

The dorm was very dark, with only a white candle in the aisle still lit. The flickering candlelight hit people's faces from time to time.

"What are you yelling for? If you interrupt the ritual once it starts, do you want to die here?"

Liang Chuchu's eyes were wide with anger.

Without a doubt, this activity was organized entirely by her.

Among the remaining five people, not one was participating voluntarily. Who would have a brain fart and ask a Pen Spirit what score they would get on an exam?

Shen Jiarui was terrified, covering her mouth and trembling. She looked like a newcomer.

"Ragdoll Cat?"

Su Mian paused and turned to look. It was actually Jingzhe, the actor who played Chen Mo in the instance before last.

She was somewhat happy, not expecting to run into Su Mian. Su Mian nodded at her, though her mood wasn't great.

They had cooperated before and investigated cases together. Even if they weren't partners, they certainly counted as friends.

But they weren't in the same camp now. Fate was truly a fickle thing, choosing such a terrible day to bring them together.

【Mian Mian!!! I'm online!!!】

A familiar voice. Su Mian was unfazed, but 4399 let out a sharp screech two seconds later.

【Ahhhhhhh, you're the murderer, Mian Mian! Don't panic, don't panic, it's just the murderer, come on, deep breath, inhale, exhale...】

……

For a moment, she didn't know who was nervous.

She regained her focus and silently sized up the last player. That girl was the actor for "Chang Anning" in Bed No. 4, who ranked second in the grade.

But she looked unwell, her lips deathly pale, muttering, "I calculated it right, I calculated it right..."

Liang Chuchu stomped her feet impatiently, and everyone's gaze returned to her.

"When I chant the spell later, whoever dares to interrupt me, I'll have Takanna kill them!"

Her gaze swept across everyone present, finally landing on Jiang Yue.

"You, ask the first question later."

Her finger circled around, setting the order for everyone, and finally returned to herself. Clearly, she wanted them to risk their lives to ensure there were no problems before she went herself.

Su Mian didn't refute. Refuting now would only make her seem like a troublemaker. She watched Liang Chuchu use a needle to prick a drop of blood into a golden bowl, directed everyone to place their hands on a ballpoint pen, and began chanting in a low voice.

The balcony instantly began to blow, and withered branches and rotten leaves were blown in, piece by piece, approaching them, as if they had brought something in with them.

Shen Jiarui and Jiang Yue were terrified, huddling together for warmth. She clearly didn't know Jiang Yue was just an NPC.

Liang Chuchu's voice was somewhat excited. She winked at Jiang Yue, signaling her to ask the first question.

At this moment, only Jiang Yue had her hand on the pen, and the ballpoint pen had a faint tendency to move.

"Are you a man or a woman?"

The candle flickered for a moment, and the ballpoint pen began to rotate, stopping at one end of the A4 paper.

Man.

Jiang Yue let out a sigh of relief, couldn't wait to let go, and looked at Shen Jiarui.

"Will... will you hurt me?"

Shen Jiarui asked an inconceivable question, probably because she was truly terrified. Her voice was as small as a mosquito's, and only her fingernail was placed on the ballpoint pen.

As a result, the ballpoint pen stopped between "Yes" and "No." For a moment, everyone was silent.

【Between yes and no, the Pen Spirit chose 'or'】

4399 laughed uncontrollably.

【Newcomers are truly interesting; they actually ask such highly uncertain questions.】

"How old are you?"

Su Mian said faintly. In fact, she didn't know what to ask at all, so she chose a "universal" question.

The ballpoint pen moved, pointing once at the number "1," then once at the number "8."

Eighteen years old.

The same age as them. Su Mian was somewhat surprised. Before the next person could speak, the ballpoint pen moved again, pointing once at "1," then once at "8."

"What does that mean?"

Chang Anning was full of confusion, "Do ghosts lag too? Why point twice?"

No one answered her. Liang Chuchu didn't care at all how old the Pen Spirit was; she urged Chang Anning to ask a question.

"There are ghosts in this world, right?"

The ballpoint pen rotated quickly and landed on the word "Yes."

Su Mian observed her calmly. After hearing the answer, although this Chang Anning was a bit scared, what radiated from her eyes was more excitement.

It was Liang Chuchu's turn. Her heart rate accelerated, and she was uncontrollably excited and nervous, carefully holding the pen.

"Pen Spirit, Pen Spirit, can I get into a first-tier university in the college entrance exam?"

Jiang Yue showed a look of disdain in the dark. With her grades, she dared to ask that? She didn't even need to guess; the Pen Spirit would definitely answer "No." She had absolutely no self-awareness.

As soon as she finished speaking, the ballpoint pen began to tremble, seemingly becoming irritable and restless. It didn't point to "Yes" or "No." In the terrified gaze of everyone, it pointed to the English that had never been used before.

"you"

"will"

"die"

The candle jumped violently, reflecting Liang Chuchu's face in half-light and half-shadow. She stared at the string of abrupt English letters on the paper, angry and incredulous.

"youwilldie"

She stood up from the ground abruptly, "What kind of bullshit Pen Spirit is this!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already kicked the flickering candle in the middle hard. ===== CHAPTER 85 =====