Chapter 51: I Discovered a Huge Conspiracy from a Sand Sculpture Online Friend
That night, in the West District of Huacheng.
In the old tube building, the study room of Uncle Zhang Shan was still lit.
“…Driver Chang followed the girl and walked to the entrance of Shihhekou Middle School.
The abandoned campus was in disarray, with dried bloodstains visible everywhere, and it felt as if pairs of eerie eyes were hidden in the dark corners.
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What connection does the mysterious girl have with the haunted middle school? How will Driver Chang choose in the face of such horror? How it unfolds will be revealed next time!”
After finishing the last segment, Zhang Shan let out a long sigh, leaned back in his chair, sipped his tea, and quietly watched the b*llet comments with a proud smile on his face.
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Not going to team up with Seng Su: “Although I think the anchor is still making this story up, I have to say, it sent chills down my back as if I were really there.”
Boiling Mermaid: “Anchor, thank you and your whole family from this single dog, I finally don’t have to live alone, it feels like there are people hiding all over the house, so exciting!”
I Come from the Mausoleum of the First Emperor sent out rockets x5
I Come from the Mausoleum of the First Emperor: “Just these for now, I’ll send more when the anchor opens special gifts; I suggest making special gifts into [Nether Coins], that would be more exciting.”
Online Old Dirty P 2: “Male water friends, roll out! I want to see the urban legend girl, RUA!”
Online Old Dirty P 2 was muted for three days.
After watching the comments for a while, Zhang Shan chatted a bit with the audience before shutting down the live stream.
After turning off the live stream, he organized his script, looking at the nearing conclusion of the story, he couldn’t help but frown.
It’s almost over; where should I go to gather materials for the next story?
Being this popular this time is all thanks to that girl; I wonder if the story I write afterward can still be this successful.
If I could meet her again…
Thinking of this, Zhang Shan suddenly slapped himself, resulting in a crisp sound.
Old Zhang, what are you thinking all day? What if you really attract something dangerous?
Urban legends might bring “instant wealth,” but they could also lead to “instant d*ath,” right?
It’s best not to run into that person again! I won’t go near University City either! I don’t believe I’ll bump into her again!
Thinking this, Zhang Shan couldn’t help but recall Du Sixian, who had called him during the day.
I wonder if that kid found the person; I can’t argue with her…
Ah, I hope she is safe and sound!
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Sitting in An Qing’s office, Du Sixian’s hands still trembled while holding the beaker.
That’s right, a beaker; An Qing’s office had no special utensils for drinking water, and even the tea used to make her tea was borrowed from Bai Kai’s office.
An Qing had taken Du Sixian to the office, left her with, “You wait here for a bit, I need to handle something, will be back soon,” and then left.
She was gone for more than an hour, leaving Du Sixian alone in what felt like a hospital room, feeling anxious.
Even though An Qing repeatedly emphasized that the Siye Society was a legitimate and lawful organization dedicated to justice for the people,
the dried bl**d on her hands, the dark green residue on her white coat, and the elusive distorted figure behind her still made one feel that she was not a good person.
Who wouldn’t be scared seeing such a scientifically monstrous beautiful woman? Du Sixian even suspected that if she smiled charmingly at someone, the next moment she might grin from ear to ear.
But she had come here on her own accord, and it seemed she couldn’t just walk away.
Pressured by the dangers and her curiosity about the Siye Society, Du Sixian ultimately decided to follow An Qing to the Huacheng Folk Culture Research Management Bureau after making the request, “I can go with you, but I need to keep my camera on the whole time.”
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Not knowing how long she had waited, the tea in the beaker that she hadn’t touched had completely cooled, its color deepened from pale to dark.
Du Sixian had already surveyed the entire room, sitting quietly on the chair staring at the beaker, deep in thought.
Before leaving, An Qing had introduced in detail the nature of the Siye Society to her and had told her that cases like hers had a probability of over sixty percent of not surviving a year without the help of the Siye Society.
The remaining forty percent was the likelihood of developing Nightfall Syndrome and suffering greatly.
If what that big sister said was true, along with the strange dream she just had, it seemed I really need to join the Siye Society, Du Sixian thought.
Recalling that dream, Du Sixian felt a strange sensation.
The bizarre figure in the dream, almost like a deity, had greatly shocked her, but she felt that its words were not malicious; rather, they seemed more like a kind and enlightening revelation.
After thinking for a long time, Du Sixian regained her focus, her gaze sharpening as she made her final decision.
Alright, let’s just decide on this! I’ll join the Siye Society and see how it goes; there’s no other way, is there?!
As a girl brave enough to chase after what seemed to be a spirit, Du Sixian was quite daring. Normally, making such a decision wouldn’t take her more than a few minutes, if not for the experiences of these last few days.
“Creek—!”
Just after Du Sixian made her decision, the big office door was pushed open, and An Qing, now dressed in clean clothes, walked in.
Seeing An Qing, Du Sixian was so emotional that before she could speak, she exclaimed, “I’ve decided; I want to join you!”
Upon hearing this, An Qing was momentarily taken aback and then smiled, “Little sister, you actually didn’t have to decide so quickly, don’t you think you should first understand the benefits of being a member of the Siye Society?”
“Are you talking about the salary?” Du Sixian shrugged and said, “I’m not really concerned about that; my family owns seventeen or eighteen buildings rented out.”
“Seventeen or eighteen… units?” An Qing’s lips twitched, momentarily losing composure.
“Buildings,” Du Sixian corrected.
An Qing, “…”
It’s a good thing I didn’t try to lure her in with benefits from the start, or it might have had the opposite effect.
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Around eight in the morning, Luxianbei woke up on the rooftop of his apartment bathed in sunlight.
The strange dream from last night had made his sleep uneasy, and the fatigue from the past few days led him to oversleep without hearing the alarm.
If it weren’t for his coat having taken him to the rooftop before dawn, the consequences would have been dire.
Looking at the coat twisting in the sunlight with such pride, Luxianbei felt warmth in his heart, walked over, and gently touched its brim.
“Didn’t expect you to be the most reliable one; you’re so good, I must reward you well later.”
Those guys at home are all traitors; I can see it. If I were to ever lose to them, they would probably attack me on the spot, Luxianbei thought.
Feeling Luxianbei’s warm hand, the coat became more triumphant, bouncing a few times before suddenly flying up, joyfully circling in the air for a moment, and then wrapping around him.
Since the lady witch is so happy, it should be fine if I eat just a little bit of the core of the urban legend, right?
Yeah, she said she would reward me!
EMM… EMMM…
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The morning class time quickly passed.
After class, Luxianbei did not head to the cafeteria but went straight to the “Half Hour” water bar in front of the school gate.
Today was the day he had agreed to “class” with Jiang Li. Before going there, he thought it necessary to organize his thoughts and figure out what information he needed to extract from Jiang Li.
He had already prepared the story about the Solar Eclipse Society and Lin Yiqi but needed to sort it out to avoid any slip-ups.
Ordering a glass of happy water, he sat down in a corner of the water bar, spread an A4 paper on the table, and then took out the backup phone he had rummaged for before leaving home that morning.
Though this phone was a model from seven or eight years ago, a counterfeit assembly machine, it was basic enough to meet internet and calling needs.
“Ah—!” Looking at the phone wrapped in transparent tape in his hands, Luxianbei lightly sighed, and the thought of whether to wholesale a bunch of counterfeit phones as backups suddenly arose in his mind.
Quickly, he shook off the absurd thoughts, opened a certain goose chat app, and, drawing from the memories of Liangyue, Pharaoh, and others, searched for a review group and clicked on the application to join.
After joining the review group and waiting for a moment, someone with the ID of Fenrir private messaged him, asking him some questions related to urban legends.
With the help of Pharaoh and others’ memories, he successfully answered all the questions and joined the University City Urban Legends Chat Group.
“Welcome, I am Mu Se’s devotee, nice to meet you!” “Welcome, the atmosphere here is very friendly, you might even find a sacrifice!” “Welcome…”
As soon as Luxianbei joined the group, he received more than a dozen welcome messages. They seemed like a bunch of delinquents, but he didn’t rule out the possibility of genuine urban legends mingling among them.
“Nice to meet you all.”
After replying briefly, Luxianbei put away his phone, began to recall the memory fragments of Pharaoh and others, and then scrambled and obscured the information, resetting it into a half-true, half-false story.
In the story, the information regarding the Solar Eclipse Society, Lin Yiqi, and Zigu was genuine.
However, the sources of the information were fabricated, disguised as if he had overheard them from online chat records.
Adding some subjective and ambiguous analyses, he had crafted a story titled “I Discovered a Huge Conspiracy from a Sand Sculpture Online Friend.”
Luxianbei mentally reviewed the story one last time and nodded, “Hmm! This should be fine.”
Though this story has many bugs, if Jiang Li harbored any suspicion and verified it with Pharaoh and the others, he could easily determine that Luxianbei was lying.
But…
Dead people don’t speak, and dead urban legends definitely won’t! Luxianbei thought.
Pharaoh and the others are all in my belly!
That unattainable flower, even if she has the ability to summon souls, probably won’t be able to bring them back.
So this story has no flaws!
