CH 157.1

The students of the villain school were panicking.

Just a day ago, everyone was still enthusiastically trying to overthrow Principal Wang, but then livestreams were abruptly suspended. The candidates who were in the Bastet exam room, with the notable exceptions of Lin Xinghe, Xie Wuan, Jiuge, Qi Qing, Fu Zhou, and their group, returned to the villain school.

They looked to each other for answers, but no one knew what had happened.

All the teachers in the school also disappeared.

Everyone rushed aggressively to the principal’s office, breaking down the door only to find that there was no one inside.

The bracelets were not working.

The interplanar mall was also down.

One third of the students in the school disappeared.

With the boundary outside the school gate still in place, it was as though they were trapped in a giant dome, screaming to the heavens and questioning the existing world. In just one day and one night, an unspeakable panic spread through the school.

Who were they, where did they come from, and where were they going?

Under the influence of Lin Xinghe’s previous instruction, a third of the school’s population had awakened, but Principal Wang temporarily confined these irreversibly awakened students to the white space.

In order not to affect the operation of the system, Principal Wang could not try to reboot that many of the students, and could only confine the non-awakened and lightly awakened ones in the villain school temporarily.

The remaining two-thirds of the school’s students was this exact group of people.

At the time when they needed hope the most, the long-lost livestreams suddenly came on again, unknowingly attracting everyone’s attention and tamping down their pervasive fears.

【Ah! What’s going on?】

【Why is Lin Xinghe in a cemetery?】

【Where are the others? Did anyone go to the other students’ streams?】

【I checked it out! The stream of Big Brother Xie is black.】

【Fu Zhou, Qi Qing, and Jiuge are also all black.】

【No, what do you mean black? Closed?】

【Not closed like post-death, the screen is just black…】

【Why is only Lin Xinghe’s stream open?】

【Fuck! What the hell is this place? Everyone’s bald? It’s too scary!

At this moment, Lin Xinghe entered a noodle shop and said to the bald owner, “Boss, fried noodles.”

Her disguise was apparently successful.

The owner didn’t recognize her.

Considering that this was a modern society with ubiquitous surveillance, Lin Xinghe used the invisibility cloak left over from her last exam and came out of the cemetery in an open manner after disguising herself.

The noodle shop was not big. Inside, there were only six or seven tables that could seat four, and glass, with a miniature window cut in it, separated the dining area from the small kitchen. The bald chef made noodles and handed them out from the small window, which the bald owner then brought to the customer’s table.

Although the noodle shop was small, business was good. Lin Xinghe sat at the table area with a few others.

A wanted poster for Lin Xinghe stared from the wall beside the menu.

Across from Lin Xinghe sat a girl, also bald, donning a pink fisherman’s hat.

Only now did Lin Xinghe have time to process the contents of the wanted notice.

It was a pity it didn’t have much information on itt, only that Lin Xinghe was a serial killer.

The girl across the table was watching Douyin.

*TL Note: Douyin is Chinese Tiktok

Lin Xinghe showed a friendly smile and asked, “Hey, I don’t have my phone, can I borrow your phone for a while? I just want to check something really fast, and I’ll give it back after. If you’re not sure, I can give this as collateral.”

She took out a gold bracelet from her pocket and put it on the table.

That girl looked up wide-eyed, her face fatigued. She sniffed, and without saying anything more, handed her phone to Lin Xinghe.

Lin Xinghe quickly browsed. This world was indeed exactly the same as the modern society she was familiar with.

She opened her browser and searched for Lin Xinghe’s name.

A search revealed that this world’s Lin Xinghe had murdered nine people in two years, each time in a different way—pushing people off tall buildings, pushing people off highway bridges, forcing people to swallow sleeping pills, forcing people to hang themselves, hitting people with cars, taking knives to slit their wrists, poisoning, arson, pulling people’s oxygen tanks ……

All victims were also bald.

In this fictional world, only tombstones depicted people with hair.

Lin Xinghe entered two more keywords: bald, hair.

Unexpectedly, the browser showed—according to the relevant laws, search content is not displayed.

Lin Xinghe quit the browser, gave the phone back to the girl across the table, and said, “Thank you.”

The girl took back her phone. Her expression was flat, and she seemed to want to stay in silence. She put on her headphones and expressionlessly scrolled through Douyin, slurping up a few mouthfuls of noodles every now and then.