After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain Chapter 262: I Really Want to Call the Cops

But after that reminder from a netizen, Yu Wenlin finally sensed that sothing was off.

He narrowed his eyes and compared the black figure in the video.

“It really is Bo Jingmo.”

No wonder he couldn’t find the guy—it turned out he had beco a ghost.

Yu Wenlin frowned deeply. If that’s the case, things might really get tricky.

And how exactly did Bo Jingmo die?

【Did one of them kill Bo Jingmo? Otherwise, why would he be following them around? It's only been six days since the first video was posted. So he was killed soti in those six days?】

【Quite possibly. So this is what the ghost’s revenge is about?】

【If you ask , those six people probably aren’t good people. And... I don't know if you’d call Bo Jingmo lucky or just stepped in sh*t, but sohow this ended up gaining him 20,000 followers. And as the videos spread, that number is definitely going to keep climbing.】

【Right? I was shocked. Gaining followers like this? That’s crazy lucky.】

【No, this isn’t luck. Bo Jingmo did this on purpose. Think about it—if soone really died, doesn’t that prove the supernatural stuff is real? That ans these people would get a ton of attention. But right now, all the netizens think Yu Wenlin and the others are faking it. What Bo Jingmo did was a total ga-changer.】

【Who was it who said that once soone enters a dungeon, they lose all consciousness? Does a mindless ghost think through things like this?】

【No idea. That guy really was like that before. How did he suddenly get so good once he entered a mid-level dungeon? I barely even recognize him now.】

【Maybe he’s got so master behind the scenes coaching him?】

Great question. The film set system wanted to ask that too.

It even wiped Bo Jingmo’s mory just to get him to return to his old self.

It didn’t even care if the dungeon collapsed, as long as it could threaten Yu Li, that was enough.

But now—who’s going to explain what the h*ll is going on here!?

Why did that man suddenly start acting normal? This shouldn’t be happening!

The film set system was a little scrambled.

Watching Bo Jingmo’s follower count rising by the second, it looked over at the woman sitting leisurely on the couch.

【What did you say to him?】

The woman shrugged, blinking innocently. “What could I have said to him? Besides, you wiped his mory, right? Even if I said sothing, it wouldn’t have made a difference.”

【……】

Sensing things going south, the film set system was starting to get nervous.

At this rate, Bo Jingmo was definitely going to complete the mission.

And of course, that’s when Yu Li smiled and chid in, “Do you know what Bo Jingmo is going to do next?”

The film set system asked instinctively: 【What?】

“I’m guessing, once he reaches his goal, he’s going to kill those people off-cara.”

Yu Li’s eyes curved in a smile, her tone unhurried.

“Then he’ll record those videos and post them online. I’ve even got the title ready: ‘Never Play a Horror Ga Lightly! You Could Really Die!’ Don’t you think a video like that would grab a whole bunch of attention?”

【……】

If things went down like Yu Li said, the plot wouldn’t even be halfway done before all the players were dead.

It wouldn’t gain anything—on the contrary, it would have to hand over bonus points to Bo Jingmo!

The system was about to blow a fuse.

After a few seconds of internal deliberation, it finally pretended to stay calm.

【You should know, destroying one dungeon doesn’t really an anything to . So that kind of threat doesn’t work.】

Yu Li raised an eyebrow. “Why so nervous? I never said this would affect you.”

【I’m not nervous!】

Seeing the system all flustered trying to defend itself, the woman just curved her lips into a silent smile and looked down at her fingers.

Her posture was lazy, with a playful curve to her mouth.

“I was just guessing at first, but now it seems like these dungeon plots really do matter a lot to you.”

Yu Li had been wondering—if players only needed to complete their tasks to get points, why did they still have to follow the storyline?

The audience’s rating was only a partial evaluation, and even if the score wasn’t great, it didn’t matter. As long as the main mission was done, that should be enough.

Now it was clear—the audience’s rating ant a lot to the film set system.

Makes sense—custor is king, after all.

Those beginner dungeons must be the system’s way of screening for qualified “actors.”

If the plot moved too fast, lacked drama, or didn’t satisfy the audience...

Any of those flaws would cause the system to judge a player as a failure.

Bo Jingmo had cleared his last dungeon too fast, and the storyline didn’t unfold naturally, leaving the audience unsatisfied. Plus, he didn’t complete his mission. So his ranking had dropped to the bottom.

What looked like a player-focused rule was really just the film set system’s way of keeping the plot on track.

The film set system refused to admit it: 【……Doesn’t matter.】

Yu Li lazily looked up. “Really? And what does that have to do with ? I’m not the one ssing up your plot. I’m just waiting for my boyfriend to wrap things up and co ho.”

【……】

【Maybe we can revisit so of those conditions we talked about earlier.】

“Pfft—”

Yu Li raised her eyebrows slightly, twirling a finger as she smiled. “Yeah, we definitely need to renegotiate…”

“Because I’ve got so new conditions to add.”

【……】

I really want to call the cops.

The film set system was drowning in regret—deep, bitter regret!

If it had known, it never would’ve brought this woman in. Letting her stay quietly as an NPC would’ve been so much better!

……

Once they’d cleaned up a bit, the deva group took Quan Han to the hospital for a checkup, while Qi Mai and Zhang Can chose to head ho.

By the ti they finished the ga, it was already late at night. Zhang Can followed his mory back ho, took a quick shower, then sat by the bed. He turned off the main light, leaving only a dim bedside lamp.

Looking at the slow growth of his follower count on his phone, Zhang Can pondered for a mont. Just as he was about to put the phone down, a ssage popped up from Qi Mai.

【Qi Mai: Do you have any ideas for what to film tomorrow night?】

What to film, huh...

Zhang Can didn’t really have any ideas.

Even though they said it was to debunk superstitions, most of those basic horror gas had already been done to death online. If they were going to do it, they needed sothing big—sothing with serious show value that could grab attention.

He put his phone down and thought for a few seconds. Just as he was about to reply to Qi Mai, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of sothing in the mirror—and his expression froze.

The hand that had been about to type hung in mid-air, motionless.

In the dim room, the mirror on the diagonal wall reflected a familiar figure.

A man was standing quietly behind the curtain, half his body hidden in darkness, almost blending in with the shadows behind him.

Under the pitch-black night, the man’s face was deathly pale, sickly white. His lips were unnaturally colorless, and his eyes were solid black—no whites at all, just an eerie, inky void.

Through the mirror, he just stood there, silently watching Zhang Can.

That handso face held no expression, and his entire presence radiated a cold, bone-chilling sense of danger.

And… a thick, undisguised killing intent.