Chapter 101: You Group Are Quite Harmful!
That night, the thick clouds obscured the moon, and a cool autumn wind rustled the overgrown weeds on both sides of the main road by Gate Four.
On the deserted road, a petite girl was squatting in the middle, one hand holding a kitchen kn*fe while staring blankly at the head she had pinned to the ground.
“Senior, it’s tough living as an urban legend, right? Actually, during this time, I’ve had a deep understanding of it. Trying to make everyone like you is inherently a difficult task, and after becoming an urban legend, it’s become even harder. Every day, hiding here and there is particularly exhausting.”
What exactly is she trying to say?
The Decapitated Senior didn’t realize that Luxianbei didn’t actually want to express anything; she just wanted to scare her a little, so she would stop pestering her for no reason, and incidentally, clean up some of her trash talk inventory.
It was hard to come by a poor soul that understood her words, could not fight back, and wouldn’t run back to the Siye Society to report on her; it was truly…
Awesome!
No needles, no medicine; just pin you down and chat!
“So, you must be in pain, right? How about I help you find relief like this?”
Looking at that cold face and expressionless countenance, the murky eyes of the Decapitated Senior trembled in terror as the cold blade in her sight enlarged little by little.
That kitchen kn*fe, which appeared unremarkable aside from its somewhat antiquated style, made her feel a sense of horror.
Memories of being slashed and decapitated surged upward, and she closed her eyes, unable to stop herself from crying out loud.
“Woo woo woo——!”
In the darkness, there was a slight sound of air being sliced by the kn*fe, followed by the faint noise of flesh being cut.
Luxianbei raised her kn*fe and brought it down, slicing the urban legend’s core, which bore black snake patterns and resembled a red lantern, cleanly in half. As the blade hit the ground with a light “ding,” the Decapitated Senior cried out even more wretchedly.
Luxianbei thought, “… Did I go a bit too far?”
While Luxianbei was pondering, she suddenly noticed that the Decapitated Senior’s once ghastly face seemed to have become somewhat more attractive, and the bulging blue veins under her pale skin had also faded considerably.
What’s going on? Is it to confuse the opponent by “enhancing beauty” and lowering their intent to k*ll?
Lost in thought, the crying became louder, and Luxianbei felt a hint of unease in her heart; if a patrolling security uncle heard this crying and came over, things would get troublesome.
In the dead of night, on a haunted desolate street, a girl was holding a kitchen kn*fe, pinning a dead head to the ground, and that head would still cry.
If someone saw this scene, even if no one reported it, it would still trigger a series of unnecessary chain reactions and scare people out of their wits.
“Stop crying!” Luxianbei growled impatiently, shoving half of the urban legend’s core into the Decapitated Senior’s mouth.
“Um?!”
In panic and confusion, the Decapitated Senior froze for a moment as an unpleasant odor spread in her mouth, followed by a sensation of her long-starved hunger being quenched, like a parched earth being blessed by a torrential rain.
Memories that didn’t belong to her flooded her mind, causing her to momentarily lose focus. Her nearly depleted spirit energy quickly became abundant; crimson lightning danced against her pale skin.
Luxianbei watched as the head, wrapped in flickering electric light, continued to twitch on the ground. Her expression became strange as she pondered for a few seconds before turning and running toward Gate Four.
I scared her, and shared the urban legend’s core with her. She shouldn’t come looking for trouble again, right? Luxianbei thought. Always being entangled with these urban legends isn’t a good thing.
Not long after Luxianbei left, the electric light wrapping around the Decapitated Senior’s head gradually faded. Her body, which had been hiding somewhere, timidly stepped out from a dark corner, bent down to lift her head from the ground, and carefully placed it back on her neck.
Then.
Her eyes, which had become slightly clearer, lingered on the direction where Luxianbei had disappeared, lost in thought.
Since her d*ath, she had been wandering the main road by Gate Four, wanting to repay certain favors. Tonight, she had repaid one favor, but unexpectedly accrued a new one.
She must find an opportunity to repay that girl, she thought.
…
Having left Huacheng University, Luxianbei suddenly found herself without a place to go.
It was only around ten o’clock at night, still a few hours until dawn.
Juemeng was still at her home, and she had gone back without restoring her original appearance, which was tantamount to walking into a trap.
Now, carrying the bamboo slips she got from the professor, it wouldn’t be proper to go to Gu Qiqi’s place either.
The old house was too close to the Siye Society, so she didn’t dare go.
“Ah——!”
Standing on the street outside Huacheng University, staring at the empty street, Luxianbei sighed deeply.
“If I had known, I would have asked Uncle Zhang Shan to wait for me outside. Maybe we could have gone to his house for a bit. We’re so familiar; it should be fine, right?”
Speaking of which, Luxianbei was quite interested in Zhang Shan’s live streaming station. If given the chance, she indeed wanted to check it out.
After wandering around the street for a while, Luxianbei finally started to feel a bit weary and found a bench by the roadside to sit down.
Sitting on the bench, with nothing to do, she casually took out her phone, opened a chatting app, and began to research the Urban Legends Chat Group.
It was already late, but the members of the Urban Legends Chat Group seemed to be intentionally imitating the habits of urban legends, becoming particularly lively in the evening.
When Luxianbei entered the chat group, they were discussing a certain urban legend event.
She patiently watched for a while and found that the comments from the group members truly lived up to the title of “sand sculptures.”
Internet old pervert 0: “Female urban legends?! Are they pretty? Oh oh~~~ I’m so excited!”
Mu Se’s follower: “d*mn! Brother, your XP is really strange!”
Mu Se’s follower: “Sisters in the group, keep your distance from him! It’s so scary!”
…
After reading for a while, Luxianbei noticed that amidst a pile of pointless discussions, there were occasional inquiries directed at an ID called “One Hundred and Two Thirds of a Cat,” asking for details about the urban legend events.
Luxianbei recognized that ID; it was the dog manager who had rejected her application to join the group earlier.
She clicked on the chat history and patiently scrolled up, resulting in her first discovery since joining the group.
【19:00 Group owner initiated a mute for all members】
【19:05 One Hundred and Two Thirds of a Cat: Alright, let’s begin our weekly urban legend story night. Since we have new members joining recently, I’ll reiterate that all the stories I’m telling are real events that happened around us.】
Upon seeing this, Luxianbei furrowed her brows.
This Urban Legends Chat Group actually has an Urban Legend Story Night event?
According to Jiang Li, the more people believe in the existence of a certain urban legend, the higher the likelihood of that urban legend’s birth.
Isn’t this akin to taking it seriously? Don’t they fear accidentally creating a big news item?
Pondering this, Luxianbei continued to scroll through the chat records.
【19:02 One Hundred and Two Thirds of a Cat: The protagonist of the story is a young girl who loves photography and selfies. Let’s call her Xia A, living in the Huacheng West District, at the Fanshan Community.】
“Hmm?”
Luxianbei frowned when she scrolled down to the next message.
The previous message was at 7:05, but this one changed to 7:02?
Is it due to network fluctuations?
Tsk, this manager might not be a stand-in!
There are many reasons why the times in the chat records might not align, and Luxianbei didn’t pay it much mind. After mentally venting for a moment, she continued reading.
【19:07 One Hundred and Two Thirds of a Cat: Xia A had a habit of organizing her photos every once in a while. After a while, she would select some exquisite and favored photos to save. This habit continued until she obtained an old-school film camera.】
【19:09 One Hundred and Two Thirds of a Cat: That old film camera was something she bought at a second-hand store during a business trip abroad.
The camera was kept in very good condition, with almost no damage; it looked brand new. When Xia A discovered it, she was captivated at first glance, as if she had reunited with a long-lost old friend.】
【19:12 One Hundred and Two Thirds of a Cat: After acquiring that camera, Xia A no longer touched any other devices and took many photos daily with it.
One month later, on a particular weekend, Xia A took the camera to the outskirts for photography but unexpectedly ran into heavy rain, forcing her to abandon her original plan and return home.
After getting home, Xia A felt very disappointed and used the old film camera to take an entire roll of selfies.】
【19:15 One Hundred and Two Thirds of a Cat: Unlike digital cameras, you can’t instantly see how well your photos turned out with a film camera.
After Xia A finished shooting five rolls of film purchased online, she developed them all at once.
That night, she declined her colleagues’ invitation to a gathering, brought the developed photos back home, turned off her phone, locked herself in her room, and began her solitude.
She browsed through the photos one by one, and each photo, in terms of composition and color, was exceptionally beautiful, but in each of the selfies, there was one flaw: a stranger had intruded into her frame.】
【19:20 One Hundred and Two Thirds of a Cat: At first, Xia A didn’t notice anything unusual, but as she selected more photos, she began to feel something was off.
She gathered all those selfies and laid them out on the table, viewing them in order, only to suddenly realize that the strangers encroaching on her selfies were all the same person.
A man dressed in white, engulfed in shadows, with his face hard to discern.
That man was getting closer and closer to her, until in the last photo, he was already in her yard.
Realizing this and understanding that she might be targeted by a pervert, Xia A was terrified. She turned her home upside down looking for anyone, but after finding no traces of anyone, she slightly eased her mind.】
【19:25 One Hundred and Two Thirds of a Cat: Upon returning to her room, Xia A saw the old film camera on her desk. She smiled wryly, picked up the camera, walked in front of the mirror, struck a sexy pose, pointed the camera at the mirror, and pressed the shutter.】
…
“Is that it? Nothing more?”
Luxianbei tilted her head, scrolled up and down through the chat records, but temporarily found no more comments from the dog manager.
One must say, the storytelling quality of the dog manager is indeed slightly higher than that of Uncle Zhang Shan; at least, Luxianbei was engaged in the story, but when it ended abruptly, she felt a wave of displeasure.
She quickly scrolled down again, soon finding another comment from One Hundred and Two Thirds of a Cat. She thought the dog manager would continue the story, but found his comment was already irrelevant to the main story.
【19:48 Mu Se’s follower: @One Hundred and Two Thirds of a Cat the Fanshan Community you mentioned, is that the one where an unscrupulous developer leveled half the hillside graveyard to build it?】
【19:50 One Hundred and Two Thirds of a Cat: Yes, that’s the one.】
【19:57 Dad’s sister is a daughter: @One Hundred and Two Thirds of a Cat is that camera still in Huacheng?】
【20:02 One Hundred and Two Thirds of a Cat: Yes.】
【20:09 One Hundred and Two Thirds of a Cat: That old film camera from the story is still in Huacheng, but I don’t know where it is.
Anyone wanting to know more about the story details can private message me.】
Luxianbei thought, “…”
Why do I feel like this is welfare posting, adding WeChat for red packets to unlock more content?
What kind of group is this? You all are quite harmful!
Teasing someone halfway and then leaving them hanging is really frustrating! d*mn! I want to report this group!
Unable to continue leeching off the group, Luxianbei felt very unhappy. However, after mentally venting her frustrations, she began to think calmly.
There must be many tricks in this chat group. Setting up such things likely means that they aren’t just pulling some private fees.
Rather, it seemed necessary to unlock a “mystery big gift package” to understand the true dealings of urban legends.
But…
I haven’t gone to Jiang Li’s place to finish the story yet; I can’t make further contact! Luxianbei thought, still a bit eager to know what happens next.
How about…
Luxianbei thought, quietly shifting her gaze to her thigh, resting her chin on her hand, seriously considering the idea of trading her cross-dressing photo for the continuation of the story.
Then.
Her rationality and sense of shame saved her morals once again.
It probably wouldn’t work well either. Luxianbei thought, only sand sculpture netizens would like to see cross-dressing photos; who knows if the members of the Urban Legends Chat Group are even human, and their aesthetics might not be normal at all.
In the end, if the trade fails, losing her morals would be quite unprofitable!
