Chapter 87: Murderer Task Completed

"The public restroom on the fourth floor... no one has entered it since that accident."

"What accident?"

Chang Anning looked very interested and leaned closer to her.

"Two years ago, a girl in 404 went to the bathroom in the middle of the night and found that the bathroom door in the dorm wouldn't open, so she took a peek through the crack in the door."

"It was pitch black and there was nothing there. She thought the wind had blown the door shut, so she had no choice but to go to the public restroom."

"As a result... when she was sitting on the toilet, she heard a strange sound."

"A string of footprints appeared in the aisle. The girl didn't dare make a sound. She saw from the bottom of the door frame that those footprints... were walking backward, and the left and right feet were reversed."

A cold wind blew into the dorm, scaring Shen Jiarui so much she almost cried again. Jingzhe frowned and made a gesture to be quiet.

"Later she found out that it wasn't pitch black in the crack of the door; it was the ghost's eyes, which had no whites..."

"What kind of bullshit accident."

Liang Chuchu gritted her teeth, turned her head to scan everyone, and pointed at one randomly.

"You, accompany me to the restroom."

Shen Jiarui shook her head, her whole body trembling like a sieve, "No, no, no..."

She had wanted to call Su Mian, but this bitch hadn't bothered with her at all these past few days, so she simply called someone who looked easier to bully.

Liang Chuchu didn't bother with her and pulled her up directly.

Now Chang Anning didn't dare to help either. If she got dragged in too, it wouldn't be worth it. The remaining few watched Liang Chuchu drag her away.

"4399, five-minute countdown."

【Okay, Mian Mian!】

On the other side, two figures shuttled through the corridor. Shen Jiarui was crying "woo woo woo," dragging the arm of the person in front as they moved forward slowly.

"It's so bright! I really don't know what you're afraid of!!"

Although she said that, Liang Chuchu also walked very slowly. The two of them almost shuffled for five minutes before reaching the public restroom.

The public restroom on the dorm floor was hidden at the end of the corridor. A light around the corner flickered all year round. The "Restroom" sign at the door was peeling from moisture, the handwriting blurred, leaving only a streak of dried rust.

"You go in first!"

Liang Chuchu pushed Shen Jiarui. Shen Jiarui's tears kept flowing, and her legs were weak as she held onto the railing, unwilling to enter.

Liang Chuchu couldn't save face and was just about to get angry when she saw a doll lying in the restroom aisle.

Instantly, her expression changed drastically. Fear immediately retreated, turning into surprise and joy.

"Takanna, why are you here?"

She lifted her legs and walked slowly into the dimly lit restroom. Seeing this, Shen Jiarui ran out immediately, collapsing weakly beside the fire box.

"So... this was all your arrangement, right?"

She stepped forward and picked up the bizarre doll. The two green glass eyeballs were dyed orange by the yellowish light, showing faint signs of turning red, staring straight at Liang Chuchu.

"Pop—"

The light suddenly went out, and the entire world plunged into darkness. She didn't feel a shred of terror; instead, she hugged Takanna tightly, thinking it was the doll god responding to her.

"I knew it... Thank you, Takanna. I will love you forever, just like I love them."

At the window at the end of the aisle, moonlight spilled into the room, hitting the white candle on the windowsill—the candle she used to burn incense every night. Liang Chuchu wasn't surprised at all; she knew everything was arranged by Takanna.

"You want to burn incense here? Okay, I know."

She stepped forward, placed the doll in the center of the "altar," struck a match, lit the candle, stepped back a few steps, confirmed the distance was exactly the same as her usual kowtowing, and then slowly bent down, kneeling on the ground.

Sizzle, sizzle—

The sparks burned. A bit of firelight appeared at the window. Suddenly, the venetian blinds at the window fell straight down from top to bottom without warning, making a heavy clanging sound.

The candle was extinguished by the wind, the only light source quietly burning out.

Liang Chuchu hadn't had time to look up before she flew up, her hands suspended in the air, struggling.

Before her consciousness returned, the feeling of suffocation came first. Finally, she stared at the doll at the window in disbelief and slowly breathed her last.

The moment the power went out, Shen Jiarui was scared out of her wits. She covered her eyes, not daring to look around. It was a long time before she crawled to the restroom door in a sorry state.

"Liang Chuchu?"

She called out in a trembling voice. No one answered her.

Shen Jiarui instantly had the idea of returning to the dorm. Her head had just turned a few millimeters when "pop"—the entire world returned to clarity.

She didn't even shift her gaze, forced to see a shocking scene.

Liang Chuchu was hanging herself with a white silk scarf on what looked like an altar, her back turned to her, her eyes still staring fixedly at the window.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!"

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Jiang Yue's palms were sweating from waiting. Hearing Shen Jiarui's scream, she immediately went out to check, "Where is Liang Chuchu?"

She ran out of breath, sobbing, "She's dead!!!"

"What?!"

With a rumble, the sky was torn apart by thunder, and rain poured down, smashing against the eaves, leaves, and the iron railings of the corridor, pitter-patter.

In the flash of lightning, the entire dorm building was illuminated, blindingly white.

【Congratulations to the detective for completing the murderer task. Please try your best to hide the truth and survive until the end of the game.】

The prompt sound of the task completion in her brain rang out. Su Mian walked at the end of the line, unplugging the kettle as she left the dorm.

"Damn... this, this is too bizarre."

Chang Anning felt physically uncomfortable when she saw this scene. Jingzhe stepped forward to check. Liang Chuchu was hung up by the white silk, her eyes still staring fixedly at the front of the window.

She followed the gaze and met the glass-bead eyes of the doll.

"Let's go, back to the dorm first."

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"Logically, the DM should have appeared by now."

Jingzhe frowned, sitting on a wooden stool, unable to figure it out.

"We don't need a DM."

Chang Anning interrupted her, her tone carrying inexplicable confidence. "I've played Script Murder. Actually, the DM is useless. Since we know the process and everything, why waste time?"

"Beep beep—"

The electronic watch on Liang Chuchu's desk suddenly lit up and began to count down.

"Fine."

Jingzhe withdrew her gaze and temporarily agreed with Chang Anning's statement. "Hurry up and discuss."

The sound of rain was a bit loud, so everyone had to raise their volume. Su Mian felt a trace of something wrong.

Clearly, the dorm was a closed space, with only a small opening in the balcony door. How could there be wind, and this wind was exactly in the opposite direction of the door.

She hadn't had time to think it through when, in an instant, the entire world plunged into darkness again, with only the electronic clock in the distance glowing red.

Patter—

The pen on the table fell down. Su Mian tried hard to identify it, her pupils shrinking.

It was the ballpoint pen, the one used to invite the Pen Spirit.

Yesterday she was busy preparing for the task, but she forgot a very important thing: Liang Chuchu didn't send the Pen Spirit away; he was still here. ===== CHAPTER 88 =====