Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 2940: Not a Late-Night Horror Show

“I’m so scared, I’m so scared,” Ning Shu kept repeating those words, her tone dark and fearful, making the host’s expression darken.

This was an emotional advice program, not a late-night horror show.

The host almost wanted to say, “If you’re sick, go see a doctor.”

“You’ll definitely find your brother.”

“No…” Ning Shu’s voice suddenly grew louder. “I think they’ve already killed my brother.”

“They’re demons. They won’t let off. My brother is definitely dead. They killed him!” Ning Shu said in a frenzied voice.

“Please, calm down. Did you just…” escape from a psychiatric hospital?

The host felt like this person had persecutory type delusional disorder.

Ning Shu rambled on, “What should I do? What should I do? Should I save my brother? I’m so scared. What should I do?”

“I heard the old gatekeeper’s radio. You always help people with advice. Can you tell what to do? I’m about to break down. Please, just tell what to do, what to do, what to do…”

The Host: … You should take your ds.

The host hadn’t been able to get a word in edgewise. This caller was definitely paranoid.

Ning Shu checked the ti and saw she didn’t have much left. She drank so water to moisten her throat, then scread, “Can’t you just tell what to do? Do you all want to drive to my death?”

“Everyone keeps bullying , just because I collect trash!” Ning Shu started wailing, “I bet you all will even ridicule my corpse after I die!”

“Please calm down. You—” The host hadn’t finished speaking before the call was abruptly cut off.

… Definitely crazy.

Ning Shu calmly hung up the phone and stayed in the phone booth for a while. The entire booth slled like a mix of rotting food and other unpleasant odors.

She picked up her bag and went to a bathhouse to wash up. After putting on so makeup, she erged looking completely different.

Then, Ning Shu went back to an internet café to earn so more money.

She only went to black internet cafes where no ID was needed. As long as cash was given, she could use the computers.

As soon as she logged into the ga, soone invited her to join a team to grind monsters. They even asked why she hadn’t been online lately.

Ning Shu casually replied that she had been too busy to log in and then joined the team to grind.

Sotis she got great loot, other tis not so much.

As her level rose, many players beca curious about her real-life identity. But whenever anyone asked, Ning Shu would give vague, noncommittal answers.

If soone pressed too hard, she’d simply say she was a girl playing as a male character.

When people heard that, they imdiately thought of so sleazy guy pretending to be a cute girl to deceive others.

Everyone expressed their disgust.

Ning Shu: …

Am I not a cute girl?

Ning Shu didn’t really care. After all, reality or lies, who could really tell through the internet?

After playing the ga, Ning Shu checked the news online to see if anyone had discovered the radio hotline. If no one had, she planned to give them a little nudge.

But she didn’t need to worry. Her “crazy, ntally ill” performance on the phone, with her ghostly wails, had already drawn attention. The things she said naturally led people to certain conclusions.

Min Haochu, anwhile, was busy copying books. The study was filled with one thick book after another, row upon row of bookshelves. His task was to hand-copy each and every one, page by page, word by word, a truly soul-crushing punishnt.

Min Haochu’s father never laid a hand on him, he just made him copy books endlessly.