My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

"What's rotting? Why does it smell so bad?" Teacher Zhou pinched her nose and waved her hand to disperse the air in front of her. The smell coming from the hallway made her eyes sting.

Zhang Ying was also disgusted by the smell, but his attention was not on the stench hitting him, but on the source of the smell.

What could possibly emit such a stench in this unfinished building?

Just thinking about it brings to mind countless terrifying scenarios.

Remembering what Teacher Zhou had described about Xu Miaofeng's panicked tone when she made the phone call, Zhang Ying felt completely uneasy.

Could it be that Xu Miaofeng is already dead? Was the person who called Teacher Zhou actually Xu Miaofeng's lingering spirit? Or has Xu Miaofeng also become a ghost?

The thought in his mind made Zhang Ying take a slight step back, but when he thought of the scene when he met Li Ziqing, he stepped forward again.

No matter how terrifying the scenes before are, can they compare to the terror of actually facing death?

Thinking this, Zhang Ying resolutely walked into the corridor.

Fortunately, the scene he had imagined did not appear in the corridor. The source of the stench was a series of black garbage bags piled up on both sides of the corridor.

These black garbage bags were filled with all kinds of household waste. It was unknown how long they had been there, but they were all rotten and emitted a strong stench.

Seeing this, Teacher Zhou's face showed worry, and she clutched her chest with one hand. "Xiao Feng, what's wrong... sigh."

Zhang Ying looked around the corridor. Except for the two doors directly opposite each other, which were not blocked by garbage, all the other doors were filled with garbage and were uninhabitable.

There were no room numbers marked on the doors of the two rooms, so it was impossible to tell which was 306 and which was 301.

He turned to Teacher Zhou behind him and asked, "Teacher Zhou, do you know which house Miss Xu lives in, to the left or right?"

Teacher Zhou pointed to the door on the left and said, "I remember that's where her family lived. I was the one who helped her choose the house when she bought it here."

Zhang Ying nodded, stepped over the trash on the ground, and walked to the door on the left. The stench in the corridor was even stronger.

The corridor windows were tightly shut, and there was no ventilation; the stench accumulated in the corridor, unable to escape. He had no doubt that if a fire were lit here, they would be blown to bits!

He knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.

"Didn't you hear me?" He knocked again, and short, slow footsteps came from inside the house. A can was kicked away and rolled on the ground, hitting another pile of cans with a clanging sound.

"Who is it?" A hoarse and aged voice came through the iron gate and came out of the house, sounding like an old woman speaking.

Zhang Ying frowned and looked at Teacher Zhou behind him. Teacher Zhou pinched her nose and shook her head, also somewhat confused about the situation.

Hearing no response from outside, a voice like an old woman's came from inside again: "Who's out there? If you don't speak, I'm calling the police!"

Hearing the voices inside, Teacher Zhou mustered her courage and said softly, "The person inside is Xiao Feng. I'm Ping'er, Zhou Ping."

The person inside heard the conversation outside, remained silent for a moment, and then asked urgently, "Is it really you, Ping'er?"

Hearing the reply from inside, Zhou Ping covered her mouth with both hands. She knew that tone all too well: "It's me, Xiao Feng. Why does your voice sound like that?"

"I..." The person inside was momentarily speechless. The doorknob was turned, and the door was gently pushed open. "Come in and talk, Ping'er."

Seeing the door open, Zhang Ying and Zhou Ping nodded. Zhang Ying let Zhou Ping go inside first, and then followed her.

The stench inside was no worse than outside. The floor was littered with piles of garbage, and the room was dark, with the only light coming from a white candle on the table.

The candlelight flickered dimly in the room, where the curtains were drawn, barely allowing anyone to make out the interior furnishings.

As soon as Zhang Ying entered the house, he felt immense hostility.

A thin woman, her face covered in grease and dust, held a fruit knife in both hands and looked at him warily. She appeared young, but her clothes were extremely shabby, and her hair was matted and tangled, resembling a bird's nest, because it hadn't been washed in a long time.

Is this Xu Miaofeng? She's completely different from what I imagined.

The Xu Miaofeng in the file wasn't exactly beautiful, but she was young, fair-skinned, and fairly attractive. Compared to her current appearance, it's like night and day.

Seeing Xu Miaofeng's wary expression, Zhang Ying quickly raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm. But Xu Miaofeng didn't believe him at all, letting out a low growl like a wildcat, her eyes fixed on him.

"Xiaofeng, he is my student. He means you no harm. Please put the knife down." Zhou Ping did not look down on Xu Miaofeng. She soothed Xu Miaofeng's forehead with one hand and gently placed the other hand on Xu Miaofeng's hands that were tightly gripping the fruit knife.

Xu Miaofeng's stiff body gradually softened, and the fruit knife she was holding tightly fell to the ground with a thud.

Her eyes were wet with tears, and she nestled into Zhou Ping's arms with a slight sob in her voice.

"Ping'er, I'm so sorry, Ping'er!"

"Alright, Xiaofeng, stop talking." Zhou Ping's eyes were also filled with tears, her teeth were covering her lips, and she was holding Xu Miaofeng tightly with both hands, her body trembling.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Ying felt somewhat superfluous. However, he always felt a chilling, yin energy enveloping the room, giving him an ominous aura.

He was becoming increasingly sensitive to dirt, so he immediately looked away, past Zhou Ping and Xu Miaofeng whom he hadn't seen in a long time, and came to the corridor between the bedroom and the bathroom.

He shifted his gaze to the second bedroom in the room.

The door frame of the second bedroom was firmly nailed shut with wooden boards, completely sealing it off, but Zhang Ying could clearly sense that the yin energy that enveloped the entire house was coming from the second bedroom.

He was very curious about what was locked in the second bedroom.

Zhang Ying tried to touch the wooden planks nailed to the door frame. Just then, Xu Miaofeng, who had been weeping in Zhou Ping's arms, seemed to snap out of her rage, breaking free from Zhou Ping's embrace and turning to shout at Zhang Ying:

"Don't go near that room! The things in that room will jump out!"

"They escaped?" Zhang Ying frowned. "What's locked in this room?"

He asked Xu Miaofeng in a low, extremely stern tone. But Xu Miaofeng didn't respond to Zhang Ying; instead, she curled up on the ground, clutching her head, and repeated:

"They, they've come out again! Don't look at me! Don't look at me anymore!!"

"ah!!!"

Zhou Ping, unaware of what had happened, frantically tried to comfort Xu Miaofeng. Zhang Ying, meanwhile, activated his Ghost Eye and summoned Xiao Hei: "Go see what's inside."

Xiao Hei reluctantly crawled into the room, and immediately afterward, a line of black text appeared in front of Zhang Ying:

So many...so many "me".