"The better the girl's performance, the more jealous the others became. Actually, even if she didn't do anything, the people around her would still isolate her.
"Sometimes, it's not a good thing for God to be too biased. After all, there are demons hiding around us.
"One of the five girls in the dance studio fell in love, and it was a cliché story.
"She wrote the love letter and wanted to confess, but the boy did not like her. He only approached her to get more information about the other girl.
"After finding out everything, shame and jealousy made her make a crazy decision.
"She found the workers at the equipment management, and after a discussion, they decided to destroy the girl together.
"The dance competition was approaching, and the six girls would come to the dance studio to train every afternoon. It was summer, and there was no one at school.
"The other female students pretended to improve their relationship with the girl. The girl was kind and tried her best to join their circle.
"She took on many chores and even personally made candies to gift to her 'friends'.
"But what she didn't expect was that it was just a trap."
"It was her 'friends' who wanted to push her into the abyss."
No. 2's story continued. At this point, Chen Ge's fingers tightened.
Found you!
The killer told the story of his crime to everyone present, and there was no hint of remorse in his words.
Zhang Ya … Chen Ge called for her internally. No. 2's story gave her an indescribable feeling toward this girl, probably heartache.
The shadow's color changed, but Zhang Ya did not appear.
Perhaps because she had consumed too many ghosts at the Third Sick Hall, she was digesting them.
Sensing something, No. 2 turned to look at Chen Ge.
"The girl called for help from her 'friends', but not only did her 'friends' not step forward to help her, one of them even took out a love letter from her backpack. It was written by her favorite boy, but unfortunately, it was not written for her.
"Then, the desperate girl turned to look at the window behind her. She fell from the fourth floor, and there was a pool of blood, but at the time, she was still alive.
"She couldn't make a sound, and her eyes were open, staring at the few 'friends' who left her.
"The white dress was dyed red. No one knew the exact time of her death, and her body was only discovered the next day."
With every sentence that No. 2 uttered, the blood lines in Chen Ge's shadow thickened. After consuming the two thin monsters and half of the Red Specter headmaster's body, something seemed to be happening to Zhang Ya.
Chen Ge did not have a way to wake up Zhang Ya. Zhang Ya had helped him three times, and she had volunteered to help each time.
"Other than the injuries from the fall, there were no other injuries on the girl. Combined with the cooperation of the group, this was deemed a suicide."
Initially, No. 2 was able to maintain his composure, but as he spoke, his breathing started to quicken, and he kept glancing unnaturally toward Chen Ge's direction.
He seemed to notice something, and he sped up to tell the story of the five girls.
They would receive unknown blood red love letters at night, and the girls who received the letters would meet with various accidents within a week. Coincidentally, the bodies would all end up sitting on the chairs.
"It sounds like a cursed game, but that is the truth. I suspect the girl who fell from the building has turned into a ghost, and she has been haunting the dance studio."
No. 2 took a step back. "That's the end of my story."
"The plot is not bad, but you're terrible at telling it. In the future, you should ask someone else for advice on how to tell a good story." The man on the right yawned and turned to the other side of the table. "What do you guys think?"
"At least he has piqued my interest, unlike the newcomer from last week." The man on the left tapped on the table, and his eyes were cold.
The man on the right smiled and said casually, "Since he has passed, let number three start."
"Wait a minute." The man on the left spoke again. His eyes slowly moved away from No. 2 to look at Chen Ge. "No. 2, No. 4, did you two know each other before this?"
Chen Ge did not expect the man to be so sensitive. Zhang Ya had not given him any response, so he could only try to stall for time.
"No," No. 2 answered first. He did not expect his little action to be noticed by the man at the table.
"Since you don't know him, why did you keep glancing at him when you were telling the story?" After the man said that, everyone turned to No. 2 and Chen Ge.
Their gazes were as sharp as knives, and they radiated danger.
The situation in the room suddenly became tense. Chen Ge kept calling Zhang Ya's name in his heart, but there was no response. However, the blood vessels in the shadow became clearer.
In comparison, No. 2 was more honest. "He makes me feel very uncomfortable. There is a voice in my mind telling me that this man is very dangerous."
"Dangerous?" The eyes of the people in the room all focused on Chen Ge. "A dangerous newcomer?"
"Is it because of his mask?" The man who said he liked Chen Ge's mask spoke again. He held his chin like he was admiring the craftsmanship of the human skin mask. "It is such a beautiful work of art. One day, it will belong to me."
The man helped Chen Ge out of his predicament. The man on the left did not press further. He waved his hand. "No. 3, let me hear your story."
Of the four newcomers, only No. 3 was a woman. Her height and physique were very normal.
"My surname is Zhong, and I work at the chemical factory." The woman touched the self-made mask on her face, and the first thing she said made everyone frown.
"Miss Zhong, for your own safety, please do not reveal any information." The man on the right reminded her, but the woman did not seem to mind.
"The story that I'm going to tell you is related to my wife." The woman's voice was very pleasant. It was as light as a bird's song, and it was very comforting.
"She is four years younger than me, and she is a late-night radio host.
"She's in charge of the time slot from midnight to two in the morning, so she always comes home very late."
"When we first got married, I would wait until she came home to sleep with me because I had to work the next day. As time went by, I couldn't take it anymore.
"I would prepare dinner for two and leave her a note, telling her to come home and heat up the food herself.
"It was fine at first, but one day, my wife stopped touching the food on the table.
"When I woke up in the morning, the food was still the same, but the pots and utensils in the kitchen had been used.
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