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Chapter 239 The Death of Gugu
"What did you just see?"

At this moment, Ziliang was pressing his hand against his chest.

The two had hidden in a dilapidated toilet in a run-down laboratory on the third floor.

Although neither of them has made any significant contribution to the instance so far, they have at least learned that the toilets in the lab are different from those in the classroom.

Each laboratory in this school has its own small toilet, presumably for teachers to use.

This toilet is similar to a regular toilet at home, with only one toilet bowl in the middle.

However, it's a squatting position.

Moreover, there is a vent at the bottom of the wooden door, like a Venetian blind, with slanted wooden planks across the vent. From the fat man's perspective, he can only see the floor not far away by following the slant of the wooden planks.

This laboratory was clearly dilapidated. As soon as the fat man arrived, he noticed that there seemed to be a layer of yellowish-brown stuff in the sink by the door, and there was also some strangely colored unidentified solid in the water tanks on each experimental table, the kind that would make anyone lose their appetite.

Since the laboratory has been in disrepair for years, the toilets in the laboratory must be in no better condition.

It's unclear what kind of fierce battle took place here; the mop handle in the corner is almost broken, and there are unidentified yellow semi-solid splatters on the wall.

It looks disgusting.

After taking the photo, the fat man led Ziliang directly up to the third floor and hid in the toilet.

During this time, Ziliang kept staring at his phone screen. When they reached the third floor, his phone displayed "[The sound behind has disappeared]". The two of them then found a laboratory to squat down temporarily.

Feeling that the lab wasn't very safe, the fat man took Ziliangdun into the toilet.

The fat man handed the camera to Ziliang: "Take a look for yourself. This camera can capture images of ghosts and monsters we can't see, although it can only be used once a day..."

Ziliang took the camera, turned down the brightness, and looked at what was on the screen.

The corridor where the photo was taken was very dark, and it was almost impossible to see anything a little further away.

Fortunately, the fat man's phone had a flash, which illuminated the distance when taking pictures. Although the surrounding area of ​​the photo was still somewhat dark, the thing in the middle was captured very clearly.

Ziliang ignored the dark corners around the photo and looked directly at the center.

There is a person standing upside down there.

It can't be described as upside down.

They can't even be considered human.

If I had to describe it, "a female ghost banging her head on the ground" would be a more fitting description.

Although the adjective is full of comedic connotations, the fat man and the self-assured man in the situation don't find it particularly comedic.

It was absolutely terrifying.

The female ghost, whose neck was almost crooked, propped her head on the ground with her crooked head, and her two hands were limp and dragging on the ground behind her, as if they were broken.

The upper part of her body was perfectly straight, as straight as a javelin. She stood there in the middle of the corridor, and Ziliang could even imagine the thing hopping forward.

He shuddered: "This certainly provides me with excellent supernatural material... but even if I continue writing novels now, no one will read them, right?"

Especially supernatural novels.

It conflicts with this paranormal game.

The fat man tugged at his hair: "It's already a headache enough that a supernatural game like this is coming out of the world right now, who has the time to read supernatural novels?"

At this point, he added, "Oh right, before this game started, I wouldn't have read supernatural novels even if I was bored out of my mind, and of course, I still won't now."

Ziliang lowered his head slightly.

Just then, he suddenly heard a strange sound.

It was coming from not far away, more specifically, it seemed to be coming from the corridor on their floor.

"Thump," "thump," "thump"—it was still that faint, indistinct thumping sound.

Upon hearing this voice, Zi Liang subconsciously looked at his phone.

There, two tiny figures, Liang'er and Fatty Wang, were huddled in the toilet, shivering.

[Liang'er]: She's here!
[Fatty Wang]: We will all die.

The fat man also looked at the screen at this moment, and he spat out: "Who was it that was so eager to come here in the first place?"

It's as if spitting like that could land on the two little figures on the screen.

The text at the bottom of the screen is also constantly being updated.

Strange noises were coming from the corridor, and they seemed to be getting closer.

This time, the voice seemed to have no intention of concealing itself, and it kept getting closer to the two of them.

The fat man cursed under his breath: "Was she silent just now because she went to search the second floor?"

Ziliang shook his head, his face pale: "I don't know either, but it's best if we don't make a sound right now."

The toilet wasn't too small; the fat man held the mop handle and barely managed to prop the toilet door shut, while he and Ziliang huddled in a corner out of sight of the ventilation vents.

"Can't they really see us looking in from the vent? I think the two of us are too big." Ziliang expressed his deep concern about the fat man's size.

The fat man forcefully contracted his stomach: "I can't see!"

Seeing his certainty, Ziliang had no choice but to shut up and shrink his neck.

The sounds outside kept thumping, and the sound of doors being pushed open could be heard from time to time in the corridor; after a few minutes, Ziliang heard that they seemed to be getting closer and closer in those sounds.

Even so, he didn't forget to keep an eye on his phone.

[Wang Pangzi]: Is that the senior who went missing a few years ago? She won't let us off the hook.

[Liang'er]: We absolutely mustn't go out!

[Wang Pangzi]: This lab seems to have been unused for years, she probably won't come in, right?
[Liang'er]: Don't speak!

I never expected the little characters in the game to be so intelligent; they even know that you can't talk when you're hiding.

Just then, Ziliang heard the sounds from the corridor almost reaching the laboratory.

Dangerous times always seem to drag on forever.

The thumping sound outside rang out a few more times. Although there were only a few thumps, Ziliang felt that the sound was taking an exceptionally long time.

It's like waiting for the teacher on duty to check on you in the middle of the night—it's both nerve-wracking and exciting.

No… Ziliang frowned in confusion. Why am I so agitated?
At that moment, the sounds outside the door suddenly stopped, as if they had disappeared for a long time, but it also seemed that not too long had passed before a "creak" sound of the door being pushed open rang out.

This is the sound a door makes when it's pushed open after years of neglect.

The door to their lab was pushed open!
After the door opened, there seemed to be a few seconds of silence outside.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled, terrifying sound rang out in the laboratory.

"Thump" "Thump"...

and many more!

Ziliang suddenly remembered something. He looked up at the fat man with his mouth open but dared not make a sound.

"I said... ghosts are upside down. When she looks up at an angle through the vent in the door from the outside, can't she see right inside?"

Thank you so much!
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(End of this chapter)