Gossiping is not only a women's privilege–men also like to gossip. Holding books on the way to the dormitory, Yang Guangtai vividly described what happened yesterday.
Zhang Mingyu was famous in Shanghai University of Finance and Economics for his wealth and charming appearance, the same qualities that made him popular with girls. Compared with Zhang Mingyu, whose family owned several companies, Li Xianyu's house paled in comparison.
Zhang Mingyu changed girlfriends very often, so his reputation wasn't all that great. But it didn't prevent him from being attractive and popular, especially to those girls who often claimed that they didn't fancy unfaithful rich boys who frequently changed girlfriends.
In fact, if Zhang Mingyu took the initiative to one, nine out of ten of them would bow down.
Pfft, women!
But such a rich young master with so much potential in his future, just died.
At seven o'clock yesterday morning, Zhang Mingyu's body was found in the rear garden of the library. He was naked, and there were no traces of blood at the scene. It seemed he died peacefully, as if he had fallen asleep.
The first person to have found the body was the librarian, because the school library opened at seven in the morning.
By the time the librarian had found him, the body was already cold and stiff.
The police arrived quickly, and after handling the scene, the body was removed and the cordon was not collected until last night.
The school issued at night a notice of the unfortunate sudden death of Zhang Mingyu in the garden without getting into the details. They did not say the specific reason, but the students all knew by their heart–a rich kid who led a hedonistic life, died naked in a flower bed. Could there be any other reasons?
"From this we can see that not only excessive masturbating can be fatal, but too much indulgence will also lead to sudden death. Being single has its benefits," Yang Guangtai remarked with emotions.
Li Xianyu was speechless.
Being single has its benefits, my ass.
"Who is the female lead? Any intel?"
"No, the police has questioned Zhang Mingyu's girlfriend, but it wasn't her. Her roommate is her alibi." Yang Guangtai's tone was mixed with envy. "This is not easy to investigate. I heard that many girls in the school have had a relationship with him that transcends friendship."
"His parents didn't come to school to make a scene?"
"What is there to make a scene about? The autopsy results indicated a sudden death. The school won't bear responsibility for this. What's more, even if it has something to do with the school, they would shift the blame away. This is the Shanghai University of Finance and Economics, we aren't pushovers," Yang Guangtai said.
"How did a healthy person just pass away like that?" Li Xianyu sighed. As he passed by the library on the way back to the dormitory, Li Xianyu suddenly had a bold idea. Great-Grandma said that after death, spirits remained for seven days. He had just opened his spiritual eye, so he might be able to see Zhang Mingyu's soul?
Recently he had not seen spiritual forms again. On the one hand, there were no deaths nearby, and on the other hand, it's not like vengeful spirits were just running all over the place.
Even if he had awakened his spiritual eye, it was akin to nothing.
After ordinary people get legendary superpowers, this is the case. Even if there were danger, they couldn't refrain from trying.
So he pulled Yang Guangtai straight to the garden behind the library. There weren't anything unusual. The sunlight shone brightly and the plants bloomed. Li Xianyu stared at each inch of the flower bed and carefully searched every inch. There was no creepy figure.
Maybe I have to "reboot" my eyes!
He blinked profusely.
"Why the hell are you blinking so hard?" Yang Guangtai was not interested in coming here to join the party, "Hurry and return the book, so we can go back to the dorm to play games."
Li Xianyu did not pay attention to him, and recalled what Great-Grandma said: "Do not often mention ghosts and gods. They might be summoned."
"Zhang Mingyu, Zhang Mingyu, Zhang Mingyu...'' He mumbled and looked through the whole flower bed, looking forward to see the spiritual form of Zhang Mingyu.
Still no signs...
No way, he just died. Where can the soul float to?
Did he go home?
Yang Guangtai was bewildered and was in a hurry to go back to play games, rushing Li Xianyu.
Since there wasn't any progress, Li Xianyu had to leave and go back to playing games.
The male dormitory of Shanghai University of Finance and Economics was decently designed and furnished with separate bathrooms, air conditioning, and pay-to-use washing machines at the end of each floor.
Li Xianyu who was unwilling to give up, so he hid in the toilet to call Great-Grandma.
"What's up?" The call was quickly connected, and there came Great-Grandma's melodic voice, as well as frantic sounds of typing and mouse clicking.
"Great-Grandma, someone died in my school. " Li Xianyu lowered his voice.
"Oh, and then?"
"But I can't see his spirit. Is the spiritual eye you awakened for me a one-time thing?"
"Of course not. How could there be such a shoddy thing as a one-time spiritual eye?" Great-Grandma asked, "Did the person just die?"
"Died yesterday."
"How did the person die?"
"Lechery?"
"Oh, this kind of person won't become a vengeful spirit after they die. Most of them will linger in the female dormitory at school. Since you can't see it, let it be. Don't involve yourself with dead people. Spiritual forms are yin, and can be sinister. You don't have any means of dealing with spiritual forms except for the spiritual eye. If you encounter ghosts and evil spirits, you won't even know how you will die," Great-Grandma warned. "After school, bring me a bottle of yogurt."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good boy." Great-grandma chuckled, "Let's have steak tonight."
"No problem, Great-Grandma."
"I'm hanging up. Don't bother me when I'm playing games."
Okay, I didn't get any answers, and still have to buy her 10 bottles of yogurt drink.
The dorm room was still the same, disorderly, but at least not filthy. Things were placed casually–textbooks, clothes, teacups, computers–someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder would go crazy. Of the four, one guy was playing basketball on the court, the other went out with his girlfriend, and the rest, two forever single guys played games together.
The symptoms of losing his essence had not yet dissipated, and his brain felt dazed. His reaction time was always a beat slower than others, and he could not not keep up with the game. After sitting for half an hour, Li Xianyu felt a faint pain in his waist.
After eating a "this-name-is-too-complex-I-can't-even-spell-it" capsule, Li Xianyu said he didn't want to play anymore, and went to the toilet.
The bathroom in the dorm was not a bathroom, it was just a toilet. If one wanted to take a bath, one had to go to the public shower in the middle of the hallway.
Sitting on the toilet, Li Xianyu thought that he had just opened his spiritual eye but did not see Zhang Mingyu. He was disappointed. He was excited and eager to try to master special powers for the first time, and even suppressed his fear of ghosts.
I'd love to see ghosts again.
"Is it my imagination? Why do I feel so cold all of a sudden? " Li Xianyu, sitting on the toilet, suddenly shivered all over and his arms protruded with goosebumps.
The temperature in the toilet dropped by more than a dozen degrees without any sign. At the same time, his eyes were burning, as if there were flames in his eyes.
At this time, a bubbling sound came from his crotch. Li Xianyu looked down doubtfully. At this glance, his asshole suddenly tightened. As if a sword had swung down on his head, his scalp turned numb.
In the urinal, a pale face floated, his eyes empty, and made eye contact with Li Xianyu.
As they gazed at each other, it felt like the air had frozen.
Li Xianyu: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ
(emoji for SHOOKETH)
Li Xianyu screamed, jumped three feet high, and retreated to the toilet door like a panicked rabbit. He stared fixedly at the toilet, his hands trembling as he pulled up his pants. His movements were very urgent, but his arms trembled too violently and could not pull his pants up for a long time.
"What's wrong?" Yang Guangtai knocked on the door and immediately pushed it open.
Li Xianyu leaned back against the wall and huddled behind the door, staring at the toilet with cold sweat running down his forehead.
Yang Guangtai looked towards where he was staring at but saw nothing. He wondered, "Why did you scream? You startled me."
He could not see the head that was slowly emerging out of the urinal, showing half of a lifeless face, staring straight at him and Li Xianyu.
Then, he climbed out.
Zhang Mingyu!
Li Xianyu slowly shivered and pushed Yang Guangtai away. "You go out first, I have to pee."
He probably summoned Zhang Mingyu by mentioning his name repeatedly. Zhang Mingyu was here to respond to him, so he shouldn't get Yang Guangtai involved.
Great-Grandma said that if people did not die with vengeance, they would not hold great grievance and turn into vengeful spirits with aggressive attributes.
Even if Zhang's spirit was malicious, then Li Xianyu should not panic. He would recite twelve consecutive core socialist values as attacks. Worst case scenario, he could always run home for his ancestor's help.
Pushing Yang Guangtai out, he closed the door. Li Xianyu gulped and tried to greet, "Hey, brother, our college hunk."
His legs trembled slightly, but he was scared and excited. It was like the feeling of watching horror movies, but magnified tenfold.
Zhang Mingyu's face was frozen, his eyes empty. He was slowly floating to Li Xianyu.
"Run, hurry, run…"