(Part 1 – Otaku 1 and Otaku 2)
Edited by Silver Wind
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The wind blew past and he kept falling.
Faceless Ghost: "AHHHH I'm going to fall to my death—"
Expressionless, Shen Dongqing reminded it: "Actually, you're a ghost, you can't fall to your death."
Imdiately after, Faceless Ghost returned back to normal. "Oh, oh."
When they looked up or down, all they could see were layers upon layers of stairs and floors, like a deep and endless abyss.
However, when they actually jumped down, it took less than a second before Shen Dongqing touched the ground.
Shen Dongqing looked upwards.
They were on the fourteenth floor.
Faceless Ghost was shocked. "How did you discover the way to get out?"
Shen Dongqing: "Guessed it."
If it was the thirteenth floor whether they walked up or down, it ant that no matter how much they walked, they could never leave. In the process of elimination, the only way besides walking the stairs was to directly jump off.
He did not expect that it would really work.
Faceless Ghost: "Aren't you afraid of falling to your death?"
Shen Dongqing shrugged his shoulders: "It's just becoming a ghost at most."
It was difficult the first ti and easier on the second.
Saying that, Shen Dongqing walked forward and pushed open the tal door of the safety exit.
Behind the door was a long, drawn out corridor.
Shen Dongqing did not rember which apartnt the writer stayed in so he could only check the houses one by one.
There was no one present in any of the houses and it was essentially deserted, almost as if the entire floor was completely empty and nothing existed here.
When he reached the furthest door, there were finally so changes.
Shen Dongqing pushed open the door.
The lights were not turned on in the room, and only a computer screen was issuing a dull blue light, which was barely bright enough to irradiate the small, ssy, and dirty space.
Once he walked in, the first thing his eyes captured was the figure hanging down from the ceiling fan. His head was tilted downwards and his feet were hanging in the air, body moving in accordance to the ceiling fan's rotating motion.
Hanged Ghost.
When he ventured deeper into the room with the darkness limiting his vision, he stepped onto sothing that was obstructing his path.
Lowering his head, he perceived a young and beautiful lady with a long knife protruding out of her chest and her entire body was drenched in blood. The lady was making groaning noises ceaselessly as she wriggled, leaving a thick spot of blood.
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A room, not more than ten square ters, was unexpectedly stuffed with more than a dozen ghosts and monstrosities who were sharing a peaceful coexistence.
Then even further in, an emaciated male otaku with a hunched back who was practically glued to the computer screen could be seen. Concurrently, both of his hands were typing on the keyboard, uninterrupted, and the keys clacked with a distinct and rhythmic noise.
Da da da—
Rows and rows of words rapidly appeared on the computer screen.
Every ti he finished his sentences, it could be seen that there would be a new supernatural being appearing in the room. The newcor was a big-bellied Hungry Ghost whose limbs resembled firewood in thickness. It laid behind the otaku and he kept shouting "I'm starving. I'm starving
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