How to Easily Capture a Long Aotian [Quick Transmigration] 10

Chapter 10: The Cannon Fodder Roommate of the Unlimited Flow Male Lead (Part 10)

At 1:00 AM, the dormitory corridor was silent, with no sound at all.

The restroom at the end of the corridor was dark, as if it stretched on endlessly, winding forward like an abandoned tunnel in a valley.

Only upon getting closer did one discover that there was actually a light inside. A cobweb hung from the dim yellow lightbulb, flickering on and off. The light fell on the mottled concrete walls, creating a gloomy and bizarre visual effect.

The restroom was divided into an inner and an outer room. The inner room was unclear, but a rustling sound could be heard, as faint as the friction of paper.

The outer room was relatively spacious. Under the dim yellow light, the turbid faucet dripped, quickly covering the sink with a shallow layer of water.

Because of the limited space, when Su Huai held him by the waist and pressed him into a corner, Yu Lin just lightly rested his forehead against his chest, his breathing very light, without making a sound.

They were very close. In the deliberately slowed breathing, his chest was a patch of warmth.

Su Huai paused, placed his palm on the back of Yu Lin’s neck, and slightly adjusted their position.

Yu Lin didn’t notice his movement. He tilted his head, his gaze drawn to the scene before him.

He discovered that the two of them were now cleverly standing in a blind spot outside the restroom.

The already shaky low door of the stall had been smashed on one side by someone, leaving a large hole. The other half had to hang crookedly from above.

This allowed someone outside to see inside with a slight turn of their body, while it was difficult for someone inside to see anyone standing outside unless they pushed open the door and happened to stick their head out.

“…”

Yu Lin looked at the crooked door, and it was hard not to think of the culprit. His eyelashes lifted slightly as he glanced at the impassive Su Huai above him.

Su Huai sensed it and lowered his head. His eyes were pitch-black, and the black hair falling over his forehead moved slightly.

His expression was unchanged, looking very calm.

Yu Lin met his gaze, not noticing the subtle tension in his body, and looked away slightly.

Because of the special angle, from this position, one could see clearly what was happening inside.

—Chen Jian, who was supposed to be sleeping soundly in the dormitory, was sitting on the concrete floor of the inner room, his back to them, counting something in his hands.

He had his head down, almost lying on the thing in his hands, his neck twisted at an unnatural angle. He looked focused, counting over and over again seriously.

With his movements, the thing between his fingers rustled, accompanied by the sound of paper rubbing.

Yu Lin looked up. In the gap when he slightly raised his arm, he saw what he was holding—a stack of bright red talismans.

Normal talismans were usually drawn on yellow paper and painted with cinnabar.

But the stack in his hand was clearly different.

This stack of talismans was bright red all over and a little moist, as if—it had just been soaked in fresh blood, reeking of a metallic, sinister aura.

Chen Jian held the talismans, almost lying on the ground. After counting them clearly, he let out a strange laugh.

He seemed very satisfied. He turned around, holding the talismans in his hand, and revealed a bizarre smile.

This smile was extremely incongruous with his honest and simple face. Then, in the next second, holding the talismans, he reached out and tore off his own face.

With his action, the bloody skin on his body began to slide off like a ball, revealing his true face underneath.

It was a monster that was not human-shaped, with no hair, pitted features, and a mouthful of yellow teeth grinning on a lump of flesh.

The outer skin and flesh were draped bloodily over his shoulders, loose and sagging, like a human skin coat.

Even so, through his faint silhouette, he could still be recognized.

It was the man who had beaten Chen Nianqiu in the dream.

Or rather, he was Chen Nianqiu’s stepfather.

Yu Lin suddenly remembered that piece of news.

The news said that Chen Nianqiu was from a single-parent family. Before elementary school, he had always lived with his mother. Life was hard, but it was still peaceful.

After elementary school, his mother was introduced to a man who worked in a construction team.

This man from the construction team seemed very reliable, so the woman married him with Chen Nianqiu. But unexpectedly, a few years later, this man became addicted to gambling and would beat the mother and son after losing money.

Because the money was not enough, he not only forced the woman to earn money for him to spend, but also forced the fourteen-year-old Chen Nianqiu to go out and work.

The mother and son endured this hellish life.

Until one day, the woman made up her mind to escape with Chen Nianqiu. Unexpectedly, she was discovered by the man halfway. The man was furious and directly locked the woman in the basement, keeping her like a dog.

Actually, from the very first sentence Chen Jian spoke, Yu Lin had felt that something was wrong with him.

Yu Lin was also playing a teacher. But in the dream on the first day, the scene he saw was clearly a boy being beaten by a brutal man—at most, it could be called a mutual fight, if the boy kicking a couple of times in desperation counted.

But Chen Jian’s subconscious focus was on—an unruly child.

He was a very controlling person, but when talking to the NPC boy in the internet cafe, he feigned a kind and tolerant appearance.

He seemed to not want people to discover his true personality.

His presence was very low, but he always went along with the other players’ discussions without expressing his own opinions, as if he couldn’t fully understand their meaning.

—Thinking about it now, it was probably because he was a monster created in this world, so he wasn’t familiar with the players’ world.

It was just unexpected that he was the other ghost, the thirteenth person, Chen Nianqiu’s stepfather.

Under the mottled concrete wall tiles of the restroom, Chen Jian, or rather a monster, tore off his disguise, revealing his true form.

He held the life-saving talismans that he had obtained at a high price, even at the cost of becoming neither human nor ghost, which could prevent the little bastard from finding him, and admired them repeatedly.

Unfortunately, the drawback was that the talismans had to be replaced every day—he shook his head, holding the bloody talismans, and was just about to stick them on his body when he suddenly heard a crisp sound from the previously quiet stall outside.

Chen Jian looked up alertly, squinting his eyes to look outside, but only saw a bit of soft fabric.

He was not unfamiliar with it, because only that group of inexplicably new people had such soft, close-fitting fabric…

But it had to be said that these strange people who came from time to time provided him with a good place to hide himself and blur the little bastard’s vision.

The premise was… they hadn’t discovered his secret.

Chen Jian grinned, holding the talismans, his body making an unnatural creaking sound.

He lightly draped the human skin that didn’t belong to him, and with bloody footprints, he took two steps forward.

His limbs were bent at an unnatural angle. Standing behind the half-low door, he laughed bizarrely.

In this state, he couldn’t speak, so his throat made a clicking sound.

He moved forward slowly, very satisfied with his powerful body.

He stared at the place where the fabric had appeared, his nails slowly lengthening until they became sharp knives.

He reached out and lunged forward forcefully.

Then he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

“…”

Chen Jian slowly lowered his head, his black-hole-like eyes widening slightly, as if he didn’t understand how all of this had happened.

His nails, which were as sharp as if they were cutting vegetables when facing human skin, broke off cleanly.

He only saw a sharp, snow-white blade flash before his eyes. The murderous aura that rushed towards him made his flesh burst, and he let out a painful howl.

After the pain, he didn’t even have time to react before his head was separated from his body.

The monster wearing human skin fell to the floor with a thud. The noise was so loud that Yu Lin, with his eyelashes lowered, felt the entire ground tremble violently.

But because Su Huai had subconsciously pressed him into his embrace before making a move, Yu Lin didn’t see the entire scene clearly.

Chen Jian was dead. The lightbulb overhead flickered rapidly. Something by the window seemed to sense it, and suddenly the rustling sound of wind blowing through leaves was heard.

A faint scratching sound was heard, as if something was eagerly trying to get in.

Su Huai looked up, glanced placidly at the window, his lips moved slightly, and he only said one sentence. Judging from his lip movements, it was: You scared him just now?

He was holding the still-dripping Ghost Slayer in his hand.

With a whoosh, the sound by the window instantly stopped.

Su Huai retracted his gaze.

In his embrace, Yu Lin tilted his head to look at the floor. Although his face was still pale and his fingers were cold, his expression looked quite calm.

Su Huai paused, withdrew his arm, and frowned. “I forgot again. I’ll let you kill the next one.”

He said, “The blade is dirty. I’ll go wash it.”

With that, he let go of Yu Lin and walked towards the sink, leaving Yu Lin space to observe.

“…” Yu Lin stood behind him, blinked lightly, not knowing how to tell him that he wasn’t really interested in this kind of corpse.

By the sink, Su Huai turned on the faucet. After a sputtering sound, a stream of clear, cool water flowed out.

He stood under the faucet washing the blade. Yu Lin came over from behind, his features quiet, and stood by his side.

Su Huai turned his head. “Not looking anymore?”

Yu Lin nodded, looked up at him, his expression very serious. “It’s not pretty.”

Su Huai looked at him, the motion of washing the blade in his hand pausing slightly. A moment later, he straightened up slightly, looked at Yu Lin, and the corners of his lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

He said, “En.”

He added, “I’ll find you pretty ones in the future.”

***

Before long, the others, having heard the commotion, came out of their rooms one after another.

The restroom was a large pool of blood.

As soon as Dongqing entered, she saw the corpse on the ground. She glanced to the side and, sure enough, saw the old dog secretly showing off to his wife again. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes hard.

Aihao followed in. He seemed to have already guessed, so he wasn’t surprised that Chen Jian was a ghost who had mixed in.

He was more concerned about another matter, constantly looking at Chen Jian’s corpse, as if he was very surprised that Su Huai could kill the boss with one strike.

He also had a clearer understanding of the strength of the number one on the leaderboards.

The others looked over with different expressions.

Although they had long known that Su Huai was a bigshot on the leaderboards, it was only limited to knowing.

In most dungeons, which player didn’t flee in terror when facing a ghost? The better ones were only able to escape using items.

This kind of one-strike kill was simply not human.

Chenguang had a look of admiration and secretly asked Yu Lin, “Lin Yu, can I add you as a friend?”

The name Yu Lin used in the dungeon was a homophonic reversal.

Chenguang opened his panel and looked at him expectantly. He knew that 01 never added people, but it was hard to say about Lin Yu. He just wanted to try his luck.

It was possible to add friends in the Main God space, as long as both parties agreed.

However, it was limited to players in the second round and above. Yu Lin looked at the rules and found that he hadn’t unlocked this function yet, so he said, “If we meet again next time.”

Chenguang had a disappointed look on his face, but he didn’t insist. He said eagerly, “Okay, if we meet again next time.”

While they were talking in low voices, on the side, Mu Guang was leaning against the wall, his spirit dazed, his face pale.

He had a handsome appearance, but when he learned that the teammate he had slept with for two days was a monster, a certain belief collapsed, and his face instantly became haggard.

He leaned against the concrete wall, silent for a long time, and finally, slowly put an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

He looked at Chen Jian’s corpse and said vaguely, “This brother is so ugly…”

“.” Donggua looked at him with a shocked expression.

The others were not surprised.

However, although they had found the ghost mixed in among the players, it was still unknown whether this monster was related to the final safety hazard.

So in the end, they decided to take the corpse down tomorrow and see the internet cafe owner’s reaction.

Before leaving, Dongqing raised a soul-searching question: “I’ll take the corpse tomorrow. Who’s watching it tonight?”

“…” Everyone looked at each other.

The world inside the dungeon couldn’t be judged by common sense. Even if it was a corpse, there was no guarantee that nothing would happen at night.

It was just that the remaining people were all in pairs. Apart from the mentally traumatized Mu Guang, only the stationery duo had not participated in this matter.

After a moment of silence, Aihao pushed up his glasses and half-knelt. “It’s fine. I’ll watch it tonight.”

“…”

He was still observing the corpse, his lenses reflecting a cold light. Donggua and Mu Guang looked at him with admiration.

It could only be said that those who could survive in the dungeon all had a strong heart.