Chapter 42
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The wind blew as they fell.
Faceless Ghost: "Ahhhhh, I'm going to fall to my death —"
Shen Dongqing reminded him expressionlessly, "Actually, you're a ghost. You won't fall to your death."
Faceless Ghost finally reacted. "Oh, oh."
Looking down from above, it looked like the stairs were layered and as deep as an abyss.
But when he really jumped down, Shen Dongqing touched the ground in an instant.
Shen Dongqing looked up.
He had reached the 14th floor.
Faceless Ghost was shocked. "How did you find a way out?"
Shen Dongqing: "I guessed."
No matter how he went up or down, he was still on the 13th floor, which meant that he couldn't leave no matter where he went. So, there was only one way, which was to jump down.
He didn't expect it to work.
Faceless Ghost: "Aren't you afraid of falling to your death?"
Shen Dongqing shrugged. "At worst, I'll just become a ghost."
Unfamiliar the first time, familiar the second time.
With that said, Shen Dongqing walked forward and pushed open the iron door of the emergency exit.
Behind the door was a long corridor.
Shen Dongqing didn't know which room the author lived in, so he could only try the rooms one by one.
There was no one in any of the rooms. It was empty, as if the entire floor was an empty building. Nothing existed in it.
When he reached the deepest room, there was finally a change.
Shen Dongqing opened the door.
The lights in the room weren't turned on. Only the faint blue light from the computer screen barely illuminated the small and dirty space.
As soon as he walked in, the first thing he saw was a figure hanging from a ceiling fan. His head was lowered, his feet were in the air, and his body was swaying with the rotation of the fan.
A hanged ghost.
Shen Dongqing walked in again. The darkness limited his vision, and he almost stepped on something blocking the way.
He looked down and saw a young and beautiful girl. However, there was a long knife in her abdomen, and her body was covered in blood. The girl kept moaning and wriggling on the ground, leaving a sticky trail of blood.
Shen Dongqing carefully walked around and saw a skinny monkey-like man squatting under the curtain, his protruding eyes looking around. There was a large vase beside him, and the head of a beauty was stuffed into the mouth of the vase.
Other than that, there were also shadows wandering in the darkness.
A room that was less than ten square meters was stuffed with more than ten ghosts, and they were all coexisting peacefully.
As they walked further in, they could see a thin and weak otaku hunched over the computer screen. At the same time, his hands were constantly tapping on the keyboard, making crisp sounds.
Tap, tap, tap —
Lines of text quickly appeared on the computer screen.
When he finished the sentence, he realized that a new ghost had appeared in the room. The newly born ghost was a hungry ghost with a big belly and limbs like firewood. It crawled behind the otaku and kept shouting, "I'm hungry, I'm hungry!" But strangely enough, the otaku did not react at all and continued to type on the keyboard.
Shen Dongqing touched his chin and said, "So the ghosts were all written by him?"
[Player Shen Dongqing has cracked 20% of the worldview. Total cracked 50% of the worldview.]
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