Frightening Joke: Above the Mist-Chapter 11: Investigation

A person's life is always filled with various foolish actions.

But... usually it doesn't include going to meet ghosts voluntarily.

If Bai Yanliang's actions were known to others in Fog Gathering, they would surely think he's a madman.

Everyone in Fog Gathering knows there are two types of ghosts: one type retains some consciousness and emotions, hoping for revenge, known as resentful ghosts.

Generally speaking, their targets for revenge aren't people from within Fog Gathering, but... the position of ghosts isn't that firm, and they have no qualms about killing humans when encountered.

Like unintentionally stepping on an ant while walking, it may not target anyone specific, but its horror is something humans can't withstand.

The other type has lost all consciousness, sunk into endless resentment and malice, known as fierce ghosts.

They have no weaknesses, no scruples, no leftover emotions, and their sole purpose is to wipe out everyone caught in this terrifying joke.

Therefore, no matter what type of ghost it is, humans would never choose to approach them voluntarily. After all, it's no different from placing one's head under a guillotine willingly.

Of course, Bai Yanliang didn't know that the ghosts in Fog Gathering had these two explanations.

But he had his own judgment, which was that the ghost under the bed wouldn't harm him.

After all, it had been sleeping under Bai Yanliang early on, yet didn't make any move.

Bai Yanliang didn't think he had the charm to make the ghost give up on attacking. If the ghost under the bed really wanted to act, Bai Yanliang's body would probably be cold by now.

What truly confirmed Bai Yanliang's guess was that piece of decryption.

"Sleep beneath the back, lose soul in dreams."

The first half of the sentence clearly referred to it.

According to Xu Zhi'an and others, decryption could also be misleading and contain traps, but judging from the result, this time the decryption was indeed a hint.

After all, Bai Yanliang woke up in this room, and under this room's bed was its presence.

If it truly harbored malice, Fog Gathering wouldn't have placed Bai Yanliang next to it. That would mean Bai Yanliang lost this game from the start.

Bai Yanliang looked into its eyes.

No... perhaps it should be... her.

With eyes wide open without pupils, radiating suffocating malice, the overwhelming stench madly invaded Bai Yanliang's nostrils, her face was excessively pale, her hair excessively long.

Her mouth slightly opened, seeming both to sneer and prepare to feast.

The slender black hair quietly wound around Bai Yanliang's ankle, filling the room with an eerie and dangerous atmosphere.

Bai Yanliang wasn't frightened or panicked.

In fact, after making this decision, he had already prepared for the worst, although he thought the ghost would likely not kill him.

Moreover, Bai Yanliang's reason for seeking her was also related to his own character.

He's a decisive person in action; once confirming a plan, he follows through step by step, without hesitation, just as he always has, even for seven years.

Her wide-open mouth revealed sharp teeth dripping with disgusting saliva, yet Bai Yanliang quietly watched her, saying again, "I have something to ask you, are you... the proprietress?"

Her movements visibly paused, and the mouth split to the ears quietly halted.

Sharp teeth and saliva dripped and trickled downward, her pupils still ferocious, terrifying.

But... a trace of distraction was added.

Bai Yanliang was very certain, he understood various emotions, although he didn't possess them himself.

Observing and thinking, then taking targeted actions, this was the key to his successful discharge from the hospital.

The increasingly tight black hair gradually retracted, her pale face retreated until it hid in the shadows under the bed, disappearing completely.

From start to finish, this ghost never spoke a single word.

In fact, Bai Yanliang doubted whether these ghosts could speak at all.

Like that "Xu Zhi'an," he indeed spoke, but it was just "his" clumsy mimicking. Could the real "him" speak?

However, although the other party didn't speak, Bai Yanliang had obtained the information he wanted. The next step was confirmation.

Bai Yanliang stood up, glanced at his ankle, which was already bruised.

It seems, in future dealings with them, he couldn't be so reckless.

He closed the door, heading to the next place, while... it was still daytime.

...

"Miss Zhang?"

Xu Zhi'an called softly to the person in a daze in front of him.

A robust man stood beside him, none other than Feng Xinghan.

If Bai Yanliang were here, he could recognize this Miss Zhang as the waitress who asked about him and Li Yuejun.

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Xu Zhi'an's call woke her up, her eyes brightened, as if suddenly coming to her senses. She glanced around quickly and, seeing no one, grabbed Xu Zhi'an's hand: "You're finally here, let me tell you, I'll tell you everything!"

"What? Miss Zhang?" Xu Zhi'an was dumbfounded. He glanced back at Feng Xinghan, then looked at Miss Zhang, asking, "What do you want to tell us?"

"Don't pretend! I'm the one who called your newspaper, and I told them not to say you're journalists, rest assured, this is my resting room, no one will come." Miss Zhang's expression was somewhat eerie, as if she was very happy, her eyes widening as she stared at Xu Zhi'an and Feng Xinghan.

"Ah... oh, oh!" Although he didn't understand the agreement between Miss Zhang and the newspaper, seeing that she seemed intending to tell them something, Xu Zhi'an decisively chose to pretend to be a reporter from the newspaper.

Feng Xinghan also realized that Miss Zhang might have misunderstood something.

However, she didn't seem to be well-liked; asking around, her resting room was in the farthest corner of the staff area, right next to the toilet, leaving a faint strange smell lingering in her room.

Under Miss Zhang's overly enthusiastic pull, the two sat by her bed and accepted a cup with a strange-smelling liquid.

Xu Zhi'an and Feng Xinghan exchanged looks, both seeing doubt in each other's eyes.

This water is...

"Drink, aren't you thirsty?" Miss Zhang tilted her head and looked at them strangely. Seeing no action and their puzzled faces, she seemed anxious.

She directly picked up the kettle and gulped it down.

Xu Zhi'an and Feng Xinghan watched her throat moving, stomachs churning with sourness, and a strong urge to vomit arose.

What on earth was with this Miss Zhang?

The kettle didn't contain water at all, but pus and blood mixed with various debris!