Chapter 45: The Archives Room
“Brother, please eat,” Zhang Si bent slightly, offering the bowl of rice soup to Shen Quan with a flattering smile.
The vegetables in the soup were visibly stale—the boiled cabbage leaves bore obvious black holes, the potato chunks were sprouting, and the vegetable stalks were rotting.
A layer of grayish-white foam and black grease floated on the surface, likely oil stains dropped from the fat cook’s body.
Shen Quan looked on, completely losing his appetite.
He couldn’t understand how Xiao Wei could even bring herself to eat this. Was this even food for humans? Pigs would have a better meal than this bowl of rice soup.
“Brother Shen, hurry up and eat! This is better than what most restaurants serve. I didn’t expect the game to treat us so well,” Xiao Wei urged from the side.
Shen Quan raised an eyebrow and handed the bowl back to her.
“Here, take a good look at what’s inside.”
Xiao Wei was puzzled. What was wrong with the big boss? She knew exactly what kind of rice soup she had drunk before.
Suddenly, an idea struck her. Most powerful players in the real world were wealthy and influential, commanding vast respect. Maybe Shen Quan was used to gourmet delicacies and couldn’t handle common cafeteria food.
She looked down carelessly...
“Ah! Ugh, how disgusting! Is this the rice soup I just drank?”
Xiao Wei couldn’t understand it. She had clearly seen the rice soup before. Although the fat cook’s soup didn’t look great, it was nowhere near this bad.
...What was the difference between this cafeteria’s rice soup and vomit?
Thinking this, Xiao Wei vomited even more violently.
Perhaps because she had eaten before, her intelligence returned to her brain. She didn’t puke on the floor but instead into the cafeteria’s leftover food bin.
Looking closely, the bin contained some human fingernails and hair mixed in, but Xiao Wei didn’t care—she simply couldn’t hold it back.
“Brother Shen, this stuff looks terrible, but it really tastes quite good,” Zhang Si said, already lifting the bowl to drink.
He glanced at Xiao Wei with disgust. Vomiting while others are eating was truly unlucky.
Not only Zhang Si, but Lin Long silently went to get a bowl of rice soup himself.
This was the only human food available in the cafeteria; they had no choice.
Shen Quan had no alternative. Holding his nose, he forced down the bowl of rice soup.
Suppressing the sour churn in his stomach, he fled the cafeteria like escaping a trap, not looking back as he said,
“Don’t waste time. We need to investigate the background of this school thoroughly now.”
“...Hey? Brother Shen, wait for me!” Zhang Si didn’t expect Shen Quan to move so quickly.
He had seen Shen Quan drink the soup as if it were medicine and inwardly wondered, Is the soup really that awful? It should taste... decent, right?
Calling out, Zhang Si placed the bowl where it belonged and hurried after Shen Quan. He was still hoping the great player would lead him to victory.
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School archive room.
Huan Xiao had observed that the archive room was one of the only two clean places besides Class 2-4.
The densely packed old yellowed leather file bags emitted a scent steeped in the passage of time.
There were over a dozen shelves, overwhelming at first glance.
Huan Xiao wasn’t sure how she had ended up here; she had originally intended to wander around the school.
Just as she was about to step inside the archive room—
“Stop... Student... Entry forbidden.”
A chilling ghostly aura emanated from beneath a desk.
Huan Xiao looked toward the voice but saw no one.
Still, she stopped as instructed.
“Who’s there?”
Her question was unanswered, her voice echoing in the empty hallway.
“Student... Entry forbidden.”
The voice repeated, like a broken radio stuck on the same phrase.
Huan Xiao located the source of the ghostly aura and bent down to peer under the desk...
Immediately, she locked eyes with a bloodied, mangled head.
Its scalp was stained with blood, ears had been cut off, eyes tightly shut, eyelids burned.
What troubled Huan Xiao most was that the tongue had been pulled out.
Strangely, that voice must have come from it. Could a ghost without a tongue still speak?
“Student... Entry forbidden.”
The same voice, now clearer as Huan Xiao drew closer.
It was mixed with electronic distortion.
She looked carefully and saw a phone beside the head—the voice was coming from the phone.
The head before her was a ghost, but with Huan Xiao’s own ghostly aura, she didn’t need to fear it.
Using her aura, she took the phone from beside the ghostly head.
At once, the ghost, sensing a far superior aura, shrank into the corner of the desk, trembling.
The process went smoothly; Huan Xiao obtained the phone.
It had no password—just slide to unlock. There were no extra apps, the browsing history was blank, the photo album empty.
Only one chat app remained, with an undeleted conversation.
It was with a contact named “Scapegoat.”
‘I’: When will you pay? I’ve done what you asked!
‘Scapegoat’: Wait, after the job is done.
‘I’: You’re not going to pay? I have recordings of you hiring me! No money, I’ll leak everything! It’s all or nothing!
‘Scapegoat’: Threatening me?
‘I’: You promised me ten thousand, unless you pay more!
‘Scapegoat’: No way, I can’t pay more.
‘I’: Then I’ll expose everything!
Five minutes later—
‘Scapegoat’: Fine, you say.
‘I’: Fifty thousand, not a penny less!
‘Scapegoat’: Twenty thousand.
‘I’: Forty thousand. No haggling. If I don’t get the money, I’ll make everything up!!!
‘Scapegoat’: Deal.
Then nothing more.
A strange, incoherent exchange. Huan Xiao didn’t understand it, so she tossed the phone back where she found it.
Huan Xiao entered the archive room. The ghostly head wanted to block her but knew it was no match for her, so it rolled out from under the desk, then rolled back in, falling silent.
She ignored it. A mere gatekeeper ghost was good for nothing but guarding. Even if she asked, she wouldn’t get answers.
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