Volume 2, Chapter 22 (Chapter 60): Love Letter

A cool wind startled Daydream awake, and as she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on the cold floor alone.

‘W-where is everyone?’

The cool wind lingered in the empty corridor, and everyone seemed to have disappeared.

The door to the venting room was shut, and she didn’t dare to peer inside anymore.

Surrounded by darkness, she fished out for her flashlight in her pocket.

Clack! Clack!

She pressed the switch several times, but it didn’t light up, as if it had been tampered with.

‘D-don’t be scared; maybe they just went to the bathroom!’ Daydream comforted herself, forcing herself to calm down.

At this moment, the door to the counselling room at the end of the corridor swung open, and a burst of small footsteps could be heard.

Several vague figures could be seen in the darkness.

“H-honey? Is that you?” Daydream asked, and she immediately saw those figures speeding up and approaching her.

Her eyes narrowed, and she took a step back.

The figures walked as if all the bones in their bodies were broken, and they walked in a strange, staggering posture.

Daydream’s heart fell, and when she could see them clearly, her brain buzzed, numb, and unable to think.

Their bloated bodies were covered with off-white skin with scary painted faces.

Daydream didn’t have time to think; she turned around and ran straight down the other end of the corridor.

The doors to the venting room were forced open by the figures, and muffled sounds could be heard.

The next moment, the sounds of cloth being torn apart could be heard, and she regretted looking back.

The ends of the limbs of the sandbag puppets were torn apart, and rotten hands and feet protruded from their mouldy cotton filling.

Death loomed over her, forceing her into shrill screams, and tears rolled down her face uncontrollably.

She ran through the corridor and made it to the stairwell.

Seeing that the stairwell leading to the third floor was also infested with puppets, her pupils constricted, and she ran towards the stairs leading to the roof, and darkness chased after her.

In the art room, Lu Yibei clasped her arms around her chest and stared at Sixian, who was gradually waking up.

“You’re awake. Was hiding in the locker really your only option?”

Sixian was stunned upon hearing this but found that she was alive. “Look around you! There’s nowhere else to hide!”

“You learnt this from a horror game, didn’t you,” Yibei teased as he sighed.

“Did I have a choice?”

Seeing the scattered pieces of paper around the room, Sixian couldn’t help but ask, “That… ghost? Did you kill it? How?”

‘I thought humans couldn’t kill urban legends?’

Facing her question, even Yibei didn’t know how to answer.

‘I don’t know! I just smashed it until it died!’

“It was a hard battle. The strength of that urban legend was not bad…”

Sixian stared at her petite back and felt that Yibei was taller and much more admirable.

As Sixian was thinking, Yibei walked towards the window from which she had snuck in and pointed to the empty campus outside.

“I heard some strange noises just now. I think something might have happened to your friends; I think we should…”

“Save them?”

No! Yibei thought. ‘God knows what happened to them, but what if it’s a dangerous urban legend that even I can’t handle?’

At a time like this, shouldn’t you be thinking about escaping this place?

Although Yibei was stalking the girl who was haunted by that deformed baby, she couldn’t find her after entering the school.

But she got what she wanted, and she wants to go back as soon as possible so she can ask her friends at home how to devour an urban legend’s core.

“By the way, about the compensation… I plan on giving it to you for free!”

“But…”

“I insist!”

“Well, if you insist.”

“Can we go save our friends now?”

Lu Yibei couldn’t help but sigh.

‘Fine, we’ll go take a look, but the first sign of danger, and I’m taking you out of here.’

Sixian immediately stood up from the locker, and a yellowish, pink envelope fell to the ground with a soft sound.

Yibei walked over to pick up the envelope and found a line of beautiful handwriting on the back of the envelope.

[To Zhao Ke. from your faithful slave, Lin Yiqi.]

‘What the hell?’ Yibei frowned. ‘I thought Lin Yiqi was the scumbag that cuckolded Zhao Ke. What’s going on?’

“Ooh! Is that a love letter?” Sixian asked. “Isn’t young love beautiful?”

Yibei didn’t agree. Especially since some evident BDSM things were going on between Zhao Ke and Lin Yiqi.

“Do you want to open it?” Sixian asked. “I know it’s not good to invade their privacy, but…”

“Yeah, let’s take a look.”

After reading Zhao Ke’s diary page, Yibei was actually quite curious about his backstory.

If she were to look at this love letter, Yibei might be able to piece together the evidence.

[I’m sorry; it’s my fault; it’s all my fault. Please forgive me. This school is full of fake monsters, and you’re different. I can’t live without you. Please take me back; I’ll listen to whatever you tell me to do.

If you’re willing to forgive me, I’ll be in the venting room tonight after self-study.

Even if you don’t come, I’ll wait for you.]

A scene wasn’t constructed in Yibei’s eyes, nor did she see anything special.

‘This ability of mine is so unpredictable,’ she fussed.

“Do you know where the venting room is?” Yibei asked.

“I don’t know,” Sixian shook her head. “Pharoah, my companion, should know, though. He has a map of the school, so if we can find him, we can find the venting room.”

‘But I don’t want to find him! If I continue to explore, I’ll be spending more time here!’ Yibei yelled in his heart.

‘What reason should I make up so that I can fool this girl into leaving this place as soon as possible?’