After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 48: The Only One Who Could Do All This… Qing Li

Yu Li wandered around aimlessly and, by sheer coincidence, ran into Cen Xiu. Her steps paused, and she immediately turned to leave.

But the moment Cen Xiu saw her, his eyes lit up with unconcealed excitement, and he quickly walked over.

"Qing Li?! Why are you alone? Didn't Jiang Xi and the others come with you?"

"……"

Yu Li was forced to stop in place, hands tucked into her pockets, and responded indifferently, "No, we split up a while ago."

"Did you find anything?" Cen Xiu asked eagerly. He and Yu Haoye had been searching for a long time with no results—maybe this NPC would surprise them.

Yu Li could clearly see his intentions, and her gaze turned meaningful.

So he saw her as a walking information source now?

That was not a good habit.

Instead of answering, she glanced at Yu Haoye behind him and asked, "Why didn’t you bring out your camera? What if you miss something important?"

"Or… were you guys never here to film in the first place?"

The two of them stiffened at her words. When they had split up earlier, Yu Haoye had casually dumped the camera in a classroom, thinking it was too heavy. After all, the items in a dungeon weren’t theirs—who cared?

Why was this NPC so obsessed with details?

Would this dock points from their character settings?

Cen Xiu felt uneasy. His mind raced, and he quickly forced out a laugh. "It ran out of battery, and we forgot to bring a spare. No worries, I’ll just use my phone to record later."

He hadn’t forgotten his goal. "So, did you find anything?"

"Nope." Yu Li leaned lazily against the stair railing. "I didn’t find anything either."

The moment she finished speaking, her phone suddenly rang. She glanced at it, then smiled.

"Maybe now I do. Looks like our teammate found something."

Cen Xiu and Yu Haoye instantly turned their heads, staring intently at her phone.

Their synchronized reaction was like trained seals at a zoo performance.

Yu Li didn’t keep them in suspense. Under their burning gaze, she answered the call and even thoughtfully put it on speaker.

As soon as the call connected, Jiang Xi’s voice came through. "Qing Li, was there ever a time when a lot of students in your class suddenly died?"

Her tone was anxious, so much so that she didn’t even wait to meet up before asking.

Yu Li’s eyes flickered at the question. She lightly tapped her fingers on the railing and, despite the urgency of the situation, spoke at an unhurried pace.

"Why are you suddenly asking this?"

Jiang Xi immediately explained.

"Hou Liang and I found an old class roster in an office. I saw your name and Bo Jingmo’s on it, but…"

As she spoke, her eyes scanned the list quickly. Beside her, Hou Liang held a flashlight to illuminate the paper.

The bright white light shone on the dusty page, and although the roster had accumulated some grime, the red pen marks on it remained fresh and glaring, as if someone had just drawn them.

Jiang Xi’s fingers stilled, and she frowned, her expression complicated.

But the pause only lasted a few seconds before she continued speaking.

"…But Bo Jingmo’s name was crossed out in red ink. Not just his—most of your classmates' names were crossed out too."

Her fingertip traced the paper, reading the names one by one.

Names sealed away by time were spoken aloud, as if uncovering a long-buried secret.

Then Jiang Xi abruptly stopped. She seemed to have finished reading and hesitated before addressing Qing Li.

"These people… did they all die?"

The moment she finished speaking, the air fell into a sudden silence.

Minutes passed before a faint sigh came from the other end of the call.

Then, at last, the woman spoke.

Her voice, gentle and melodious, stretched long and low in the night. It carried a touch of nostalgia, a hint of sentimentality.

She simply said:

"Yeah."

"They’re all dead."

【Holy sh*t, a whole class died?! Was this never on the news?!】

【Someone definitely covered it up. Think about it—who has that kind of power? This is seriously terrifying…】

【Jiang Xi, don’t tell her! She’s in cahoots with the ghosts! You’re going to get yourself targeted!】

【Yeah! Look at how calm she is at a time like this! That’s definitely suspicious!】

【This is making me so anxious!!! It really feels like Qing Li is about to do something bad!】

Jiang Xi's expression flickered blankly for a moment before growing even more serious.

She checked the time—it was almost midnight. So, she suggested, "Let’s meet up first, and I’ll tell you the details in person. I’ll call Cen Xiu now and tell him to come down early."

Hearing his name, Cen Xiu immediately spoke up. "Wait, wait, wait! Don’t call! I’m here! Yu Haoye and I are both here—we’ll head over together."

"……"

Jiang Xi was silent for a moment, then said in a steady voice, "Alright."

Just before hanging up, she couldn’t help herself and quickly added, "Be careful. Stay alert."

Cen Xiu blinked at that, then turned to Yu Li. "She’s pretty thoughtful. But there’s three of us and only two of them. They should be the ones worrying—if they run into a ghost, they’re screwed."

Yu Li put away her phone and chuckled at his words. "Yeah, thoughtful indeed."

Only, she wasn’t talking about ghosts.

She was warning you two to be careful of me.

Looks like this female lead had started noticing something was off about her.

Yu Li sighed softly.

"Qing Li, why are you sighing?" Cen Xiu asked.

But Yu Li just shook her head. "Nothing. Just thinking about how some people not only commit countless crimes but also hide them really well. So many secrets, one after another… it’s such a hassle."

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Crimes? Hiding? Secrets? Hassle?

Cen Xiu understood every individual word, but when strung together, they made no sense to him.

He couldn't just admit he didn’t understand, so he awkwardly turned his head away and pretended to be deep in thought. "Yeah… exactly. Who wouldn’t agree?"

Yu Li: "……"

If you don’t belong in the conversation, don’t force it. Thanks.

Meanwhile, after hanging up, Jiang Xi’s expression remained grave.

She silently took the flashlight Hou Liang handed her. After a brief pause, the first thing she said was:

"Hou Liang, your instincts were right. Qing Li… there’s something off about her."

Off.

Way too off.

Hou Liang’s movements stilled, and his brows furrowed unconsciously. "What do you mean? What did you find out?"

Jiang Xi's gaze swept across the office, taking in every detail. Her mind was working rapidly, piecing together the information bit by bit.

"I originally thought that only Bo Jingmo and Hu Ling had died, but the truth is that more than half of Qing Li's class is dead. Holy Wings High School was a well-known institution back then—how could so many students from a single class die, and yet not a single rumor leak out?"

Her gaze shifted over, her eyes particularly bright in the night, but filled with complex emotions. "We even studied at this school, yet we never heard a thing. So…"

Hou Liang picked up where she left off. "So someone must have suppressed the news. And the only one who could have done all this… is Qing Li?"

Could that really be possible? Just her, alone?

He frowned. "Did she kill them all? How could she do that by herself? Even if she did… then why did she come back? To atone? To apologize? Or—"

As he spoke, his voice unconsciously lowered, and an almost unbelievable thought surfaced in his mind. He murmured,

"She came back to bury it all again?"

To cover up everything that happened at this school.

To erase the stains of her past.

Just like before.

Even if those people had turned into ghosts, she would never let them go.

A sudden thought flashed through Jiang Xi’s mind. She quickly walked to each desk, scanning the documents laid out on them before picking up a particular file.

The names inside matched those on the class roster in her hands. She glanced at the engraved nameplate on the desk, narrowed her eyes, and said coldly,

"She may not have killed those students herself. Maybe the only one she actually caused to die was Bo Jingmo. But to cover up the fact that she had been a bully, she made sure nothing about that class ever got out. Because if anyone started digging, Bo Jingmo’s death wouldn’t stay hidden either."

"And then, a certain vengeful ghost took advantage of this young lady’s cover-up, indulging in unrestrained slaughter. After all, every time someone died, someone was there to help bury the truth. I’m guessing the ghost had conditions for its killings."

"Students whose families didn’t care about them. Students from poor backgrounds. Students whose parents paid little attention. Basically, anyone whose death could be settled with money—that was their target."

As Jiang Xi spoke, she slowly turned around. Though her voice wasn’t loud, it echoed eerily through the office.

"And the only person who could know the students that well… is just one person."

She pointed to the nameplate on the nearby desk.

"Their homeroom teacher—Wu Bianming."

"Bang—"

The moment her words fell, the iron door of the office suddenly slammed shut from the outside, producing a deafening noise.

Hou Liang's expression changed drastically as if he had seen something terrifying. His voice turned sharp and urgent.

"Get over here! Jiang Xi!"

Jiang Xi froze for a second, then followed his gaze and turned her head, confused.

The next moment, her face twisted in horror—