I, a Mental Patient, Was Chosen to Participate in AnalogHorror Chapter 382 - 349: The Prank at the Sink

"Is it really quiet now?"

Gasping for air, Jiang Xiao ran towards the dormitory without looking back while carrying the corpse of a woman.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Xiao’s frantic deanor startled Bao Lebin, who was in bed.

However, Jiang was so pale and shaken that he wasn’t in the mood to answer his question.

It wasn’t until he made sure nothing nasty had followed him that Jiang relaxed and began checking the condition of the woman’s corpse.

In his haste earlier, he hadn’t looked properly and just slamd the corpse down by the toilet...

Thankfully,

on inspection, the worst hadn’t happened; the woman’s head looked normal—no breakage or the soggy ss he’d imagined.

"What the hell is wrong with you, making all this fuss? Just say what happened, don’t scare ..."

Bao Lebin shrank tightly into the corner of his bed.

[Rule Six: Every once in a while, make sure your roommate is still who they are supposed to be.]

He was really panicking now...

In the middle of the night, your roommate goes to the bathroom with a woman’s corpse, returns to the dorm white as a sheet, and without a word, just keeps looking at the corpse’s head—anyone would be freaked out seeing that.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang decided to tell his unfortunate roommate about what had happened and get his thoughts.

"You mustn’t be afraid of what I’m about to tell you."

Good, it looks like it’s still Jiang, not so ssy thing in disguise, Bao Lebin sat up and said,

"I’ve been working at the funeral ho for a long ti, I won’t be scared, please go on."

"Water!"

After guzzling so mineral water handed to him by Bao Lebin, Jiang said,

"I just now, in the bathroom, encountered sothing that asked for toilet paper."

Oh?

Bao Lebin was slightly stunned.

"Who was asking for paper? The director, or the Night Watchman?"

"It wasn’t either of them, it was, it was..."

Now that he thought about it, Jiang realized he never actually saw what the thing looked like.

"It was, never mind that! I had just undone my pants and started peeing, and out of nowhere, this thing asks for toilet paper! Can you believe it?!"

"Uh." Bao Lebin thought for a mont and replied, "That’s indeed hard to believe; it’s been a long ti since I last went to the toilet without paper."

Jiang: "?"

"No no no, I don’t an the part about him not bringing toilet paper to the restroom; that’s not important!"

"It’s not important?"

"Yes, the main thing is that it was terrifying! Pitch black in the restroom, I couldn’t see anything, and then suddenly, this voice appears asking for paper! Who doesn’t know that I, Jiang Xiao, always carry paper due to my good habit? I was so scared, I nearly pissed myself! He..."

"Snort~"

Bao Lebin couldn’t help but laugh, interrupting Jiang.

"Do you not believe ? Huh?!"

"No no no, cough, I believe you, keep going."

Jiang gave Bao Lebin an annoyed look and continued.

"I was so scared, I couldn’t control myself! And I suspect that asking for toilet paper was just a courtesy; his real intention might have been wanting to wipe for him. Not to brag, but I am pretty phenonal at wiping, although I’m curious how he figured that out..."

"Snort, snort~"

Bao Lebin was not one to laugh easily, but he couldn’t help it.

"Hey! I’ve put up with you for a long ti! Are you looking down on ?!"

"Sorry, sorry, go on, I, cough, just pressed on a funny spot by accident, I didn’t an to laugh out loud, uh, this person who wanted you to wipe him, was he ugly? Is that why you were so scared?"

Ugly?

Hirotsu Ogata shook his head.

"It’s not about how ugly he is, his voice is so cool and cold... and it gives a savage vibe, almost commanding; unfortunately, it was just too dark, I couldn’t see clearly whether he had... Are you laughing again?"

Bao Lebin sat up straight, insuring he definitely wasn’t laughing this ti.

"Forget it, I’m done talking to you! It’s like talking to a wall!"

With a snort, Hirotsu Ogata tossed his amulet to the upper bunk, then crawled into his covers.

.....

The night passed without a word.

The next day, Jiang Xiao was awoken by a sharp scream.

"Damn, what’s all the barking outside?"

Amidst a clattering noise, Bao Lebin rolled and scrambled into the dorm.

"Bro, the washroom, the washroom!"

Jiang Xiao rolled over, barely dawn yet, and as everyone knows, he’s not an early riser...

After he had enough sleep, the few people at the funeral ho had all arrived.

Huh?

Before even getting close, Jiang Xiao slled a pungent odor of blood.

Soone died?

Seeing him approach, the other three all had odd expressions on their faces.

The small washroom was splattered with blood everywhere.

The most was in front of the sink mirror, with the words "Jiang Xiao" written in blood...

What did this an?

Jiang Xiao furrowed his brows as everyone courteously stepped aside.

"Who wrote this?"

Everybody shook their heads. Even if it were them, they couldn’t admit it in front of the victim.

"Pfft, what quality? Truly pathetic!"

Because the mirror wasn’t very large and the character ’Xiao’ had too many strokes, it looked all crooked and twisted.

Jiang Xiao directly wiped off the ’Xiao’, dipped into the not-yet-dried blood in the sink, and rewrote it.

After examining it for a mont and making sure it was right, Jiang Xiao nodded, satisfied.

"My goodness, their handwriting is so crappy, it’s worse than mine, and I’m uneducated."

The crowd: ....

This guy really had so nerve.

"Soone’s playing a prank, right?" the curator said thoughtfully, stroking his chin.

"Heh, count all the people here. Who do you think would pull such a prank?" the Night Watchman spoke evenly, but he was very firm.

Only Bao Lebin, even several hours later, still had weak knees at the sight.

"You guys haven’t forgotten the urban legend about the funeral ho, have you?"

The curator and Night Watchman exchanged glances, then snorted coldly, gesturing for Bao Lebin not to spout nonsense. What if it scared the new guy?

Bao Lebin: "?"

Look at this guy, dipping his hand in fresh blood to write his na on the mirror, and you think he’d be scared?

Sure enough, initially still admiring his flourish-filled handwriting, as soon as Jiang Xiao heard there was a spooky story, he imdiately showed extre interest.

As everyone knows, an orphan always loves hearing stories.

"Bro Jiang Xiao, you shouldn’t..."

Realizing that such words shouldn’t be spoken, Bao Lebin remained tight-lipped in response to Jiang Xiao’s inquiries.

Eventually, he had no choice but to bring up the rules again.

[Rule one: There are no ghosts in this world. It’s strictly forbidden to spread ghost stories about the funeral ho. Violators will be imdiately dismissed.]

"Bro Jiang Xiao, I’m still young, I don’t want to die!"