Translator: CinderTL
Yes. That missing urban legend!
All the other urban legends had been traced back to their origins, so why was this one missing? Jiang Cheng suspected that this lost urban legend was the real cause of Lin Chen's death.
Moreover, it was likely connected to that mysterious man in black.
Combining Weng Qing's description, Jiang Cheng began to profile Lin Chen.
She was probably a woman from an ordinary background, with an unhappy family life, lacking a sense of security, which led to a highly dependent personality.
Introverted, simple, kind, and inexperienced in the world, she was also easily trusting and deceived, overly concerned with others' feelings while neglecting her own pain.
Due to her upbringing, her personality was marked by weakness, even cowardice, making her easily influenced and controlled by others.
Li Maoshen had exploited these traits, firmly grasping Lin Chen's vulnerabilities to carry out his plan step by step.
Of course, in the end, he didn't fare well either, becoming part of the urban legend he had filmed.
Tomorrow, no matter what, he had to figure out what the last urban legend was!
The dim room suddenly lit up, followed by the rumble of thunder.
It was raining.
Looking out at the night, Jiang Cheng felt a sense of unease, a rare sensation for him, as if something very bad was about to happen.
Building 2.
Room 404.
The first thing Banana Wolf did upon returning to his room was to thoroughly inspect the entire place. The mission was nearing its end, and he didn't want any last-minute surprises.
Liu Guo was already dead, and Wei Jinting was unlikely to survive. He had also called both rooms, getting the same results as Jiang Cheng.
As long as he stayed vigilant tonight, nothing major should happen.
Banana Wolf had his own understanding of Wu. He was about 50% certain that Wu was the ghost who had infiltrated the mission.
But as for how Wu had bypassed the rules and entered the mission as a player from the start, he truly had no idea.
He had never encountered, or even heard of, such a situation.
But if he survived this time, he believed he would find out.
Sitting on the sofa, Banana Wolf closed all the windows and doors tightly, then turned on all the lights except for the bathroom light.
He sat quietly, thinking over the information he had gathered, but as he did, the image of a woman kept appearing in his mind.
Her alluring figure and crimson lips.
Sister Qing was truly pitiful. She had been hurt by that scoundrel Li Maoshen, which had turned her into what she was now.
Seeing the photos hanging in her room, it was hard to imagine how much darkness she had endured, how her eyes had been clouded by revenge.
In the bedroom, he had promised Sister Qing that he would help her catch Li Maoshen and make him face the punishment he deserved. He hadn't said it lightly.
He truly intended to do it.
Sister Qing was a good woman. She didn't deserve to suffer like this. The person who had hurt her had to be punished.
Banana Wolf's eyes gradually sharpened.
Outside Room 808, the rain poured heavily.
The layout of this room was slightly different from the others, more cozy.
There was also a small balcony, where on good weather days, clothes and blankets could be hung to dry.
Connected to the balcony was the bedroom, now pitch dark, while a faint light came from the living room.
It was a small night light, stuck in the corner, emitting a yellowish glow that gave off a half-dead feeling.
Near the wall in the living room stood a large easel, with a figure sitting in front of it.
If someone were standing there, they would notice that the figure looked quite strange.
Arms hanging down, legs together, the person seemed to be trying to shrink into a small ball.
The paintbrush was set aside.
The entire body exuded an extremely uncomfortable aura.
At the same time, the figure kept trembling, causing the wooden chair to emit faint creaks.
"Please... please let me go." The figure's surface rippled like water, and it was clear that the voice belonged to a young woman.
"I... I can't paint what you want anymore." The faceless woman sobbed, pitifully. "Stop it, don't... don't keep going like this."
The figure was looking toward the sofa.
As soon as the words were spoken, a flash of lightning lit up the room, and a black shadow suddenly appeared on the previously empty sofa.
No.
The figure had been there all along.
It just hadn't moved or spoken, blending so perfectly into the darkness that it seemed like part of the void.
When the figure appeared, a heavy, ancient aura filled the room, so oppressive it was hard to breathe.
The woman began to gasp for air, as if someone was holding her underwater, as if everything was slipping away from her.
She felt like she was sinking into the depths of the ocean, or walking into an endless tunnel.
Despair, nothing but despair, nothing else.
The figure that had merged into the darkness seemed to have been born from it, born from darkness and returning to darkness, the only thing rising being those deep red eyes, devoid of any emotion.
Before the next flash of lightning lit up the night sky, the black figure appeared behind the woman.
In the light of the lightning, the large canvas in front of her depicted a man sitting in front of a laptop.
The background was a messy bedroom.
The man's face was panicked, his chin raised high, one hand gripping his upper jaw, the other clutching his lower jaw.
The veins on his temples were bulging, and his mouth was on the verge of being torn open.
The brushstrokes were sharp, the bright red paint flowing on the canvas, so vivid it gave the illusion that it wasn't paint, but blood.
The hem of a pure black coat hung down, the man slightly bent, his high collar revealing a handsome face, his features as if drawn by a brush.
His hands rested gently on the woman's shoulders, his pale fingers clearly defined, long and slender.
Such a simple, intimate gesture made the woman tremble even more, her breathing becoming rapid.
The man in black leaned down, his chin resting on the woman's head. "I won't let anyone hurt you," he murmured, nuzzling her gently. "After all, you gave me life, sister."
He looked up, his gaze shifting to the increasingly eerie canvas, where the lifeless figure of Liu Guo began to move slowly. "So now, please continue your creation," he said, smiling softly. "We need... more urban legends."
Casually turning his head, the man in black looked toward the bedroom, his voice calm. "We have a guest. I'll go greet them."
As soon as he finished speaking—
"Creak—"
The balcony door was pushed open, letting in a gust of wind and rain.
A figure silently appeared behind the door, just as a flash of lightning split the night sky.
(End of the Chapter)
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