Chapter Twenty: Her Room
【Urban Legend Incident Serial Number 1032
Urban Legend Alias: Mr. Rabbit, Energy Reaction Level C
First Incident Date: May 5th.
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Luxianbei opened the document bag and a corner of the file peeked out, a line of small text catching his eye.
He hesitated for a few seconds, debating whether to look, then mustered up the courage and pulled it all out, spreading it open in front of him.
Since he was already entangled in this matter, it wouldn’t hurt to understand the situation clearly, lest he ends up dead without knowing why, Luxianbei thought.
【…Standard distorted type urban legend, no other types of urban legends merged, previously belonged to the high-level urban legend witch-type Mu Se (Female)…】
Distorted type, witch type… and the evil spirit type that Jiang Li had mentioned before. Are these all classifications of urban legends?
Luxianbei pondered, quietly noting down these three terms, planning to look for relevant records in The Book of Siye after finishing Mr. Rabbit’s file.
【Serial Number 103201, Interview Record with the Father of Victim Zhu Linglong 01】
The file was attached with a photo, showing a very beautiful girl with a delicate face, porcelain-like skin, large sparkling eyes, and long, thick black hair.
Wearing a pure white cotton dress and a sun hat, she smiled in the bright sunlight, shallow dimples appearing on her face.
The girl in the photo reminded Luxianbei of a female classmate he had secretly liked in middle school; although not the same person, she gave off a similar feeling of beauty and purity.
Surely this girl named Zhu Linglong must have had someone she secretly liked too?
Unfortunately, she would never have the chance to speak it out loud.
She was dead.
Killed by Mr. Rabbit.
【”Mr. Zhu, my daughter did not commit s*icide! She was entangled with an urban legend and chose this irreversible path! You must help me seek revenge!”
Operator 027, “Mr. Zhu, please calm down. After we find out the truth, we will definitely give you justice, but please tell us the situation first?”
Mr. Zhu, “Alright, where should I start? Um… I run an import business, and inevitably this business involves some legal gray areas. You understand, right? It’s not that I want to do this, everyone is using such methods; if I don’t, I can only be killed by others!”
Operator 027, “I understand, but it’s not encouraged. Please continue.”
Mr. Zhu, “People in our line of work inevitably make some enemies. My daughter had received bl**d-curse threat letters from enemies before. But this time was different! She received a very strange flyer. At first, I didn’t pay it any mind, but now I think the flyer definitely had issues!”
“After she saw that flyer, she became abnormal. She locked herself in her room every day, with the curtains drawn and lights off, always saying she was scared and had seen things she shouldn’t. She mumbled something about ‘The rabbit is coming, the rabbit is about to come.’ I was frantic.”
“I took her to see a psychiatrist, but the psychiatrist’s evaluation showed that aside from some anxiety, everything else was normal.”
“But one day, she suddenly got better, woke up early, wore the new dress I bought for her, put on some light makeup, and told me she wanted to go out for a walk, and then… then… I should have stopped her, I… I’m sorry…”
Mr. Zhu’s emotions spiraled out of control, pausing the record.】
Luxianbei held the first document, clean paper filled with intricately written dialogues, but somehow, as he looked at the contents, he felt an inexplicable heaviness, and his eyes began to feel dry.
The discomfort in his eyes reminded him that he shouldn’t continue reading, but his curiosity about what happened to Zhu Linglong compelled him to keep going.
There was nothing to be afraid of; this was the Siye Society! A place dedicated to handling urban legend cases, could anything possibly…
No, he shouldn’t make such a FLAG. In stories, when a major disaster strikes, the headquarters of justice organizations is often the first to be breached.
With an “If I don’t make a FLAG, nothing bad will happen,” A-Q mindset, Luxianbei rubbed his eyes and opened the second document.
【Serial Number 103202, Interview Record with the Father of Victim Zhu Linglong 02
Operator 027 used an emotional intervention spell formula on Mr. Zhu to help calm his emotions before continuing the interview.
Operator 027, “Mr. Zhu, do you feel better now?”
Mr. Zhu, “Yes, much better.”
Operator 027, “Could you share the situation when you discovered Miss Zhu?”
Mr. Zhu, “Sure… That night, I found my daughter in the presidential suite of my vacation hotel. She used to go there when she was feeling down, and at that time…”
“She was hanging from the chandelier, with her feet barely ten centimeters off the ground, with nothing to support her underneath, as if someone else had done it. There was a large hole cut in her stomach, and no tools for the disembowelment were found at the scene.”
“The police said she committed s*icide, but how could that be!? My daughter was such a good girl; it’s because of me that she… Surely my enemies used some kind of evil technique, and she…”
Mr. Zhu’s emotions surged violently, the emotional intervention spell formula lost its effect, and the interview ended.】
“Whoa—!” After reading the first document related to Mr. Rabbit, Luxianbei let out a long sigh, the oppressive atmosphere conveyed by the text making it difficult for him to calm down.
It didn’t take much time to read one document, but Luxianbei felt his eyes becoming increasingly dry and itchy.
In the moment of distraction, darkness suddenly spread before him like ink dropping in water, the surroundings becoming ethereal, with indescribable shapes and phantom-like gray mist extending before him, boundless.
Then the phantoms and distortions began to dissipate, and everything before him started becoming clear.
After seeing the scene clearly, Luxianbei froze for a moment, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
Just a moment ago, he had been in An Qing’s office, and in the blink of an eye, he found himself in a vast hotel room.
This room seemed to have been abandoned for a long time, a strong musty smell lingering in the air, various pieces of furniture covered with protective white cloth, spiderwebs filling the corners of the walls, and Mediterranean-style blinds tightly closed, with unclear light filtering through the gaps.
Large patches of mold thrived on the intricately woven light gray carpet, the beige wallpaper cracked, peeling, warped, and stained with dark red marks.
“Creak—creak—creak—!”
On the ceiling, the chandelier swayed, emitting sound like strange mutterings, repetitious and dry, capturing attention while also instilling a bizarre sense of unease, breeding strong feelings of disgust.
A chilling damp airflow wandered in the room, invisible yet palpable, felt like cold blades gliding over the skin, leaving tiny stinging wounds, the cold seeping down to the marrow.
No one would want to stay in such an environment; it felt like a sealed tomb.
The entire room seemed to be slowly decaying with its owner.
“Gul——!”
Luxianbei suddenly swallowed hard; he saw a photo that gave him a pricking sensation as if electricity coursed through him, cold sweat instantly soaking his clothes.
It was a yellowed photo, neatly cut in half diagonally, with one half gone, the remaining half vaguely showing a girl’s smiling face.
The girl’s lips were red, teeth white, smiling sweetly, reminiscent of a first love feeling.
Looking at the photo, Luxianbei instantly understood what the “illusion” he saw before him was.
This was her room, the place where the girl named Zhu Linglong was murdered.
