Chapter 6: The Most Insane Accusation!

Where did that woman go? How did you control the lights?

Doubts rose from the crowd.

The strangeness within this classroom was truly bizarre and chilling; most people had grown flustered facing the unknown entity of a [ghost].

Yet among the murderers, a few still remained calm and observant.

They were now the brains of this group.

Wu Wang could not possibly ignore these questions—otherwise, a collective attack was merely a matter of time.

Right now, what he lacked most was time.

“She probably went to challenge the Big Boss to a rematch,” Wu Wang replied with the same smile. “I just made a joke—she isn’t a vengeful spirit. I was running an experiment, but this accident happened.”

He then pointed upward at the spotlight and added: “The lights aren’t under my control either. I deduce this classroom is merely responding to the [accusation].”

At these words,

the breathing around him grew noticeably faster.

Experiment. Accident.

These two words chilled them so deeply they openly revealed their murderous intent toward Wu Wang.

No one wanted to be a lab rat—not during a fight for survival.

“What exactly were you experimenting on? Mind telling us?”

A thin, bookish man in plain clothes, wearing glasses, stepped forward to ask.

It was his voice that had spoken the earlier question.

His gaze toward Wu Wang was calm, standing in stark contrast to the murderous glares of the wolves surrounding them.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t angry about being treated as a lab rat—he simply knew killing Wu Wang now would be meaningless.

And he’d sensed this seemingly insane boy was actually very clever.

Clever enough to realize that if he didn’t offer some useful information to appease them, the wolves around him wouldn’t let up.

“Of course! My friend!” Wu Wang grinned wider. “As an apology, I’ll share two clues with you.”

Wu Wang enjoyed dealing with smart people.

Because crushing their self-righteous intelligence was great fun.

“One: the ghost’s killing medium is—the shadow.”

He pointed to where the woman had vanished and explained: “I chose her for the experiment because when the first victim died, her shadow exhibited abnormal trembling.”

“Under stable lighting, her shadow vibrated intensely for three full seconds. Excluding the possibility of purple mood leakage, this shaking was highly irregular.”

No one cared about Wu Wang’s crude jokes.

They were all evaluating the credibility of the information.

Shadow trembling…

Indeed, no one had noticed such a detail—after all, the classroom had originally held fifty people, and under the lights, everyone’s shadows overlapped chaotically everywhere.

They were too busy guarding against each other’s attacks to even glance at their own shadows on the floor.

“So your earlier childish game of stepping on shadows was…” The glasses man immediately realized the purpose behind Wu Wang’s earlier actions.

Snap—

Wu Wang snapped his fingers.

He replied with satisfaction: “Exactly. Their shadows began trembling too. Before this, all these people had coincidentally come into contact with her shadow.”

“The ghost is hiding inside her shadow!”

With that, the rule of death was clear.

[Do not touch anomalous shadows.]

Watching the faces around him shift, though still hesitant,

Wu Wang said no more.

He simply walked silently to a corpse, bent down, and yanked off its shoe in one swift motion.

Instantly, the stench of foul feet filled the air.

But no one cared about the smell.

Because they saw the corpse’s soles were covered in blood—its skin torn, twisted, and shredded into grotesque ribbons, exposing raw flesh and even faintly visible toe bones.

“The first victim was crushed to death when the ghost stepped on his shadow’s face. Since then, every other victim’s injuries were on their soles. The feet connect to the shadow—the ghost travels along the shadow into the body to kill, even hiding inside the target.”

“This method is extremely stealthy, and it reveals another piece of information—”

“The ghost is growing smarter.”

As he spoke, Wu Wang even felt phantom pain in the soles of his own feet.

Because he himself had been repeatedly killed by the ghost drilling through his shadow into his soles.

Only then could he confirm the victims’ injuries were on their soles.

Wu Wang’s words struck like a boulder dropped into a still lake, sending ripples crashing outward.

Even those who had remained calm now breathed heavily.

The ghost is fucking getting smarter?!

How the hell are we supposed to survive?

Instantly, everyone scrambled to adjust their positions, avoiding letting their shadows touch the scattered corpses on the floor.

After all, many had already died.

Fortunately, the classroom was large enough—even with thirty or so dead—there was still ample space to move and hide.

Some bolder souls used their tools to carefully lift the shoes off the corpses—and found, just as Wu Wang said, that every single one’s soles were shredded into bloody pulp.

The commotion and inspection lasted roughly twenty minutes.

Watching these once-arrogant murderers now wear expressions of terror,

Wu Wang nodded with deep satisfaction.

He grinned again: “Of course, don’t all look so downcast just because you heard bad news…”

Just as everyone assumed he was about to deliver some encouraging news, Wu Wang’s tone shifted to mockery:

“Because I’ve got another, even worse piece of news. You can despair after you hear it.”

The others: “?”

Before Wu Wang could continue,

the familiar thunderous sound returned.

Thud—

The classroom plunged into pitch black.

The spotlight went out again!

Fortunately, with prior experience, everyone instantly fell silent.

Tap-tap-tap—

The familiar sound of tap dancing echoed again.

Everyone wore expressions of weary resignation.

No need to speak—they all knew who was moving.

Only that bastard would dare so brazenly “ignore” the rules of death.

“Moshi moshi, it’s my solo comedy time again—dear audience, have you missed me?” came the obnoxious voice from the microphone.

As expected, Wu Wang’s figure reappeared on the stage.

His eyes held a madness and mockery no one else could decipher.

“Let’s continue. The other bad news is that the [time limit] for this task is running out.” Wu Wang squinted into the darkness below.

Time limit?

A question mark appeared in everyone’s minds.

Honestly, they’d found no clock or timer anywhere in the classroom.

How the hell was this [time limit] even measured?

Only the bookish glasses man silently climbed onto the stage and calmly asked: “Has daytime grown longer, and nighttime shorter?”

It seemed he’d realized the stage allowed normal speech.

Wu Wang made no move to stop him.

Instead, he nodded with approval and smiled:

“Ah, good. I’m growing fonder of you. The first night lasted ten minutes, the second only seven, and this one’s probably no more than four.” He counted off on his fingers like reciting a familiar list: “Meanwhile, daytime has stretched from ten minutes to twenty.”

The others froze in shock.

They hadn’t expected this madman’s observation to be so terrifying—he’d noticed the shadow anomaly, and now he remembered the exact duration of the first daytime?

That meant Wu Wang had been silently counting time in his head since he first woke up!

He must’ve developed this habit over time.

Damn it—what the hell did he do in real life? A professional killer?

The glasses man frowned: “Isn’t that better?”

Others shared the same thought.

Right—daytime lets you see everything. Isn’t that better than stumbling around in the dark?

Wu Wang only shook his head and sighed, tapping the microphone until it emitted a piercing buzz: “But [accusation] can only occur during night—because only then can you confirm the [ghost]’s location.”

“What?!”

Upon hearing this, their faces turned ashen.

If this kid is telling the truth, then according to the frequency and timing he described, the next night might last no more than a minute—or even less?

Eventually, night would never return again, making it utterly impossible to [accuse].

Isn’t this a certain death sentence!?

While everyone else had already worn expressions of despair, only the glasses-wearing man still clung to a shred of reason.

He lunged forward, nearly pressing his face against Wu Wang’s, his bloodshot eyes locked onto the other’s lifeless, dead-fish gaze, teeth gritted as he spat out each word: “Just how long are you going to play this game!?”

“Play? How do you know that?” Wu Wang replied mockingly, his gaze slowly drifting downward.

“You already know where the [Ghost] is, right! Stop circling the issue—when time runs out, you’ll die too! Do you really want to die!?” the glasses-wearing man demanded.

But what he heard was Wu Wang’s disappointed sigh.

“I do want to die. Unfortunately, I’ve already tried. This classroom won’t fulfill my wish.”

“?”

Before the glasses-wearing man could grasp the meaning of those words, Wu Wang suddenly raised his hand and pressed it onto his shoulder, then shoved him off the podium with unnatural strength.

Stumbling to steady himself in the darkness, the glasses-wearing man forced himself to calm down, afraid of making a sound, his bloodshot eyes still fixed on the boy atop the stage.

He refused to believe this bastard would risk death just to watch them panic!

Time ticked away second by second.

When only thirty seconds remained of the four-minute limit, Wu Wang finally spoke.

“I accuse...”

The glasses-wearing man’s lips curled into a smile.

Of course—he’d won the gamble.

This bastard was just teasing them; he never truly wanted to die.

But his smile vanished the moment he saw the boy’s finger movement.

“The [Ghost] is hiding right here!”

The boy pointed to the floor directly beneath the podium.

More precisely—to Wu Wang’s own shadow.

“You bastard! What the hell are you trying to do!? You madman! Do you want everyone to die with you!?” the glasses-wearing man finally exploded in rage.

He had noticed, of course, that those accused as the [Ghost] vanished and died on the spot.

But he never imagined Wu Wang would accuse himself at a moment like this!

Is this guy really a suicidal lunatic!?

“Shh... Be quiet.”

“Let me tell you a secret.”

Wu Wang’s voice was low and magnetic.

After accusing his own shadow, he continued speaking into the microphone, uttering a sentence that made everyone’s cerebellum shrivel—

“About the hidden fourth rule of death.”

“!???”