Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

When all the hustle and bustle settled into silence, it was already dusk. The tightly closed windows could not block the golden afterglow, which shone into the house through the gaps and spider webs, adding a sense of tranquility.

Although this atmosphere could not last long, there was still endless black fog outside the window.

Kanagawa Qimeng ate the bread she took out of her backpack and handed one to Li Mo.

"Eat?"

"I don't need to eat."

"...You didn't seem to sleep yesterday. Aren't you sleepy?"

"I don't need sleep."

"...You're too direct. Can't you be a little more tactful? Or maybe just keep silent. It's a good thing you met me. If it were someone else, they'd probably stab you in the back and burn your bridges."

All of Li Mo's actions and words indicate that he is not a human being, but a ghost.

Kanagawa Yume doesn't think so, but it's almost the same.

He's probably the closest to becoming a ghost, at least he can still communicate.

As long as he can keep everyone alive, even ghosts may not be unable to cooperate.

What's more, this ghost has saved her many times, and its small actions are very gentle.

"Take out your phone, text your partner, and if you hear a knock on the door at night, hide under the bed immediately."

"Huh? Will hiding under the bed help? But even if it does, there's only one bed in the eighth room, so there's definitely going to be two or three people who can't squeeze in."

"That's their concern. I won't vacate my extra bed for the sake of two ordinary people's lives. Besides, they don't appreciate it. Instead, they think the burnt bed is an eyesore."

Li Mo said indifferently that there were only four beds in total, and the strange pistol might not be fully recovered by tomorrow.

The upgraded strange pistol is more effective, but its recovery speed is getting slower and slower. Li Mo really doesn't want to shoot unless it is necessary.

"Okay, I've already sent it."

"So……"

Kanagawa Qimeng suddenly hugged Li Mo's neck from behind, holding a pen and a notebook in each hand, and said with a smile: "Is it okay for me to record these deeds?"

"Erase my name, the rest is up to you." Li Mo answered without hesitation.

"Okay~!" Kanagawa Qimeng started to busy herself with her work.

On the other side, all the members of the Supernatural Department in the eighth room wore an extra piece of clothing.

"Minister, I always feel that this room is a bit cold. It doesn't make sense. Logically, the bedroom should be warmer than the living room, or at least not much different. But why does the bedroom feel so cold..."

Chapter 15: Trash and Overtime Maniac (6k)

"This burnt bed takes up so much space. Why don't we throw it out? I saw Qi Meng and that man go back to the bedroom and haven't come out since. They must be afraid of encountering ghosts and won't come out again."

Faced with the urging of the members, the director seemed a little impatient and said irritably, "Don't argue. Ask the blood newspaper and you'll know what's going on. My future self will definitely encounter this same thing and will give me a hint. Don't worry."

The minister placed the blood-stained newspaper on the normal bed and asked sincerely, "Future me, please tell me what we should do next. Do I need to move the extra bed out?"

Everyone focused their eyes on the bloody newspaper, only to see bright red blood slowly emerging from the pale page.

[Yuchuan Fengwan, I am you five days from now, and I am using this newspaper to tell you what will happen in the future.]

You asked me the question again. By this time, you had confirmed that there was no ghost around you, because the candles in the room showed no signs of flickering or going out.

After 8 p.m., you must stay away from the hall and close the doors and windows. After 9 p.m., no one is allowed to enter or leave. No matter what noise you hear or who calls you, please stay away.

【Only by staying in the house can you and your classmates survive.】

[I hope you can survive the second night. Then I will reveal the key to surviving the third floor.]

The blood-stained newspaper stopped showing any content, and there were still many blank spaces, indicating that it had finished saying what it wanted to say.

However, there was still no explicit indication of the unused bed that Li Mo moved in, and it was never even mentioned.

"So what do we do with this bed? The bloody newspaper doesn't say what to do with it. Are we just going to leave it like this?"

"We can only leave it alone. Since the blood newspaper didn't give any clues, it means it's not dangerous. Let's just make do with it tonight and squeeze in for now."

"Hmph, if there's no clue after the third day, Qi Meng will definitely come back to join us. How can she survive without the help of the blood newspaper?"

"Are you sure that man won't threaten us with a gun to hand over the bloody newspaper?"

"Then let's fight to the death. We can't survive without the blood-stained newspaper. He fired so many shots today, he definitely doesn't have any extra bullets. In the end, no one will have an easy life."

There are many different opinions, different viewpoints, and different views.

No one noticed the inconsistency and flaws in the bloody newspaper's answer.

"Huh? Everyone, check the group chat. Qi Meng has sent another message."

Upon hearing this, everyone quickly took out their phones and opened the group chat.

Although Qi Meng betrayed them and stood on the side of strangers, it seems that she has found a clue and will tell them the truth out of consideration for their friendship as classmates.

"What does she mean by that? Hiding under the abandoned bed after hearing the knock at the door?"

"Why hide under the bed? The candles are burning in the room and it's safe. It's unnecessary."

"Qimeng doesn't want to see us make a fool of ourselves, does she?"

"Not necessarily. It's very likely that it was the man next to her who suggested it. After all, that man came out to clarify earlier that he was the one who asked the minister to extinguish the candles on the first day."

"Haha, I don't have a good impression of him. Since he knew there was a ghost among us, why didn't he persuade us to drive her away? If he hadn't ordered the minister to blow out the candles, so many of us wouldn't have died!"

Listening to the discussion among the members, the director did not speak.

If a group of people want to unite, they must have a purpose and an enemy, even if it is only an imaginary enemy.

What's more, what they said was indeed true, they just overlooked one thing.

Ignoring trust between people.

In that situation, there is no choice.

Even if she knows that the other person's approach is correct, she will not point it out. People always have double standards.

"Okay, just put the old bed here. If there's a knock on the door, it won't be too late to hide inside."

"I strive to get everyone out of the haunted house alive and back to normal life."

The minister made a promise and held out his hand.

Soon many people gathered around and stretched out their hands and overlapped them, as if responding to the call.

"Yes, we all have to survive!"

"With the hint, we can definitely avoid danger!"

The spirits in the Supernatural Department were high.

It was exactly eight o'clock. Li Mo stood in the second room, staring indifferently at the black fog outside the window. It was endless, even his eyeballs could not penetrate it, and his vision was severely restricted.

He hadn't noticed it before, but in this state, Li Mo realized the essence of the black fog, which is a polluted passage.

The channel is generally used to transport goods, and it goes without saying what the black fog is transporting.

But there was no evidence to prove it, so Li Mo didn't dare to jump to conclusions.

His mobile phone is different from those on the market. It does not have the ability to transmit signals from this world, nor does it have a corresponding card slot.

"What are you looking at?"

Kanagawa Qimeng walked over and looked in the direction Li Mo was looking, but couldn't see anything clearly.

"By the way, what exactly is this black fog? I feel like... it's thicker than yesterday. When the fog first appeared, I could still see things within a few meters. Now I can't even see clearly even if I stretch out my hand. My vision is too narrow." Kanagawa Qimeng asked puzzledly.

Li Mo was silent for a while and shook his head: "This is not something you should worry about."

Cold tone, distant words.

But Kanagawa Kimu didn't feel uncomfortable, because she knew that this guy was like this. To use the words on the Internet, his food has such and such special features that you must try it.

"Do you think the ghosts in the haunted house will run into the city?"

"If we all die today and the black fog returns, ghosts won't enter the city, at least not for a few decades. But a hundred years from now, a large number of ghosts will accumulate in the haunted house, breaking through its confines and spreading to all corners of the world. And because it's out of control for so long, the pollution is getting worse. Perhaps a single ghost's influence will cover an entire city."

"For example, consider the rules of 'pretending to be a ghost'. Just imagine how many people would die and how many ghosts would appear on special days like Halloween without the general public knowing about it."

"As for being 'alone,' in a city, almost no one can stay completely alone. If this rule spreads, the consequences are self-evident."

Li Mo stated the common sense about the weirdness very calmly. At first, he fled in a panic like many ordinary people, thinking that he could find a remote place to hide and everything would be fine, but he ended up getting such information.

I witnessed with my own eyes that people walking peacefully on the streets of the city exploded from the inside out like fireworks, with blood, flesh and organs scattered all over the ground.

The city was even the same as before, except that it lacked some lights and sounds, making it look particularly desolate and decadent.

A dead silence enveloped the continent, the lights went out, and people disappeared.

In a few months, the world became a paradise for ghosts and a hell for the living.

They have already started the ceremony. If someone dies on the second day, the ceremony will be interrupted and the next person will have to challenge again.

"That's really just drinking poison to quench thirst. But for many people, just living a good life is enough. If they knew this information, I guess many people would stop you from dealing with the haunted house."

Kanagawa Qimeng analyzed rationally, and as she followed Li Mo, her thinking also changed slightly.

The success rate of dealing with a haunted house does not seem high. Failure means the destruction of the world. On the other hand, if you ignore it, you can at least live a peaceful life.

Everyone only has one life to live, and there are many selfish people in the world. Someone will definitely try to stop him, using various reasons...

Kanagawa Qimeng added, "What will happen if we survive today?"

Li Mo pointed at the black fog and said, "It's very likely that if we die any day in the future, the ritual will not be interrupted and the black fog will spread. The ghosts in the haunted house will break free and spread along the black fog to every corner of the world until all living people disappear and then invade the next world."

"Ah? It's so terrifying, how confident are you that you can solve it?"

"I'm not sure. No one can claim a 100% resolution rate for paranormal incidents. In many cases, it's less than 10%."

"...You're so brave! Is this world going to end?"

"I don't know. I only know that I won't leave until I've dealt with the haunted house. And you don't need to worry. I have companions outside dealing with the spreading ghosts."

"You really are like a 007 working overtime..."

Kanagawa Qimeng complained, but it was precisely because Li Mo put all his attention into dealing with the weirdness that he was more perceptive than others and was able to perceive the key to breaking the deadlock in time.

She suddenly became curious about who the companion Li Mo was talking about. Could it be someone with a personality as twisted as his?

Male or female?

He should be a man. This guy is definitely not popular with women.

Kanagawa Qimeng's mind was racing. Just as the two were chatting, the sound of breaking floorboards came from outside the door.

"It's coming."

"Crack...knock..."

The floor of the corridor was cracking, and heavy footsteps echoed above, extremely clear.

"Boom! Boom!"

Unlike what Li Mo heard on the first floor last night, the knocking ghost only knocked twice.

It is easy to understand, because the ghost bed in the first room has been moved away by him, there is one less ghost in the first room, and the corresponding knocking sound will also be less.

"It seems just as you thought. The knocking ghost will knock on the door as many times as there are ghosts in the room."

"There are no ghosts in our room anymore, so I guess they'll just skip it, hehe~"

Kanagawa Qimeng seemed to feel no fear, and was carefree, not taking the knocking ghost that almost killed her and Li Mo last night seriously at all.

"Click..."

The sound of the floor being crushed was particularly obvious, and the knocking ghost was right outside the door.

Kanagawa Qimeng smiled, unable to hide the smug expression on her face, and walked to the door, where there was only a fragile door between her and the knocking ghost.

After knowing the patterns of ghosts, the tone of their speech became much more arrogant.

"Hehe~ Knock, knock! Why don't you knock? Don't you want to knock?"

"Hehe~ It can't be impossible~ Trash~ Trash~ Trash knocker~"

Relying on Li Mo being behind her, Kanagawa Qimeng teased unscrupulously. She pulled down her eyelids with her slender fingers and was about to make a face, but was stopped in time by Li Mo.

"Don't play tricks." Li Mo reminded.