C8 Meet the Mystery Girl Again

Ye Zichen's phone vibrated once again, and sent a message to the group.

"Qin Wu has completed the mission. He has received a thousand red packets reward and a set map."

Normally, everyone would have already rushed over to see who it was. But today, they were frightened by Qin Wu's savage expression and bloody movements, not a single one of them actually dared to approach Qin Wu.

Although Faust had already released the news, Qin Wu still hadn't stopped speaking. Qin Wu's tablemate bravely called out to him as they waved their cell phones with trembling hands, indicating that the match was over.

Only then did Qin Wu stop his biting and tearing actions. Lifting his head, his crimson eyes swept across the crowd.

For a moment, no one even dared to breathe. Qin Wu retracted his gaze and stared blankly for a long time. After a while, he seemed to suddenly come to his senses. The stinging pain in his arm was constantly stimulating his nerves. Qin Hao took out his cell phone and looked at the 1000 yuan cash and map that Faust had given him. He heaved a sigh of relief. The heavy burden in his heart dropped as he felt that he had escaped the threat of death.

Then without a word, he put down his sleeve to cover the mottled wound and blood, put on his jacket and left.

A heavy atmosphere permeated the entire classroom. Qin Hao's personality underwent a drastic change. Or rather, he tore off the outer shell of that hypocrite, revealing his true self. Everyone was stunned. After he had left for a good while, no one dared to say anything.

When Qin Wu left, everything that happened seemed like a fake fantasy. No one was willing to recall this scene again. The reek of blood in the air broke the illusion that they were deceiving themselves.

When Zhang Liang died, we only found out afterwards. When Chen Xueyu died, only I didn't feel anything when I saw the others. However, Qin Wu was different.

I covered my stomach with my hand. My face had the color of a dish, and the smell of vomit mixed with the blood on the floor was really unpleasant.

Faust said again, "Well? How does everyone feel, happy? Happy? "Hah, this is just the beginning. Let's wait expectantly for the next mission."

"Damn, this person is crazy."

Yang Yang scolded me. My heart agreed with him. The stinky smell stimulated my physiological reaction, suppressing my desire to vomit.

I kept cursing Faust, the author of all this, thinking that maybe he wasn't human at all but something else we didn't know about.

With that in mind, I tilted my head a little and looked at the man by the window out of the corner of my eye.

She did the same thing I'd seen her do before, her hands hanging down, her head almost reaching into the classroom, her big eyes darting around us.

That's not right. I looked closely and saw a weird smile on the woman's face. She looked like a child who had succeeded in a prank.

Her eyes observed the panic and fear on everyone's faces. She was like a child who had gotten candy and smiled sweetly in satisfaction. However, there was an indescribable terror and horror on her charred face.

At the same time, I noticed that the person at the window was merely observing us. The scene of me taking out my cell phone to send us a message did not appear.

Without making a sound, I looked around for something, but to no avail.

Yang Yang patted my shoulder and whispered, "I noticed it just now. What are you looking at?"

An idea struck me and I jerked my chin behind him, indicating that he should look behind him. He turned his head, but didn't see anything, and turned back again. His expression was blank, and it seemed as if he wasn't the only one who didn't notice. Such a strange woman, yet no one could see her.

Yang Yang was still looking at me. I thought for a moment before forcing out a smile. "It's fine. Let's hurry up and go home."

As the school bell rang, everyone quickly left the classroom in relief. I slowed my pace and observed that when everyone was leaving, the woman on the windowsill curled her lips and turned to leave.

My mind was in a mess all the way. The whole class was in a state of panic, and at this rate, before Faust did anything, everyone would be in shock.

My heart was filled with anxiety as I tried to think of a solution. I didn't know why, but I had a feeling that the mysterious girl in my dreams would be the end of all my doubts.

After a day of sleep-seeing, the scene of the young girl became a little blurry. I quickly returned home and took out a pen and paper to draw as many pictures as I could of her school uniform.

Each term of our school has a different school uniform, but the school uniform emblem on the left breast has never changed.

I logged on to the campus website, just to give it a try, and posted the sketches. He didn't hold out much hope and decided that the next day, he would go to the library to look for this kind of school uniform. He should be able to find some clues after every graduation certificate. But I didn't expect to see the mysterious girl again so soon.

As soon as my head touched the pillow, I fell into a dream, and the white mist gradually disappeared from my vision. I saw the familiar high platform again, and I jumped down onto it. On the roof, where I had been yesterday, the girl from yesterday was standing by the fence, facing me as if she were looking at me.

I couldn't tell what it was like, but I couldn't help but approach her step by step.

"Mm …" Can you hear me now? " The young girl tilted her head and asked hesitantly with a hint of distress in her voice.

I vigorously nodded my head. "I can hear it. What happened last time?"

"It seems like the way I entered your dream was wrong." The young girl rested her chin on her hands and thought for a moment. Then, she said, "That's not important. I've entered your dreamland. There should be some residual energy. Did you notice anything wrong with it today?"

Something wrong?

Almost at the same instant that she asked this question, the image of the woman with the charred face suddenly appeared in my mind.

I told her the story, and she asked me a few more details.

"Did that woman appear at the time of the assignment?" The young girl's voice was filled with seriousness.

"Yeah, I didn't notice it before. I only saw it when a message appeared in the group chat. After that, all of us left the classroom, and she disappeared in a blink of an eye." I nodded, trying to recall the details.

"This is not a simple matter. It's a little tricky."

From her words, it's not hard to tell that the reason why I was able to see the woman on the windowsill was because of the 'power' that she spoke of. If even she was helpless, would we still be able to survive?

Just as I was feeling dejected, the young girl added, "I'll go investigate. If there's anything you need, just call me."

The girl left a note with a number on it and waved her hand. My vision blurred, and before I could ask her name, I fell into a deeper sleep.