NOVEL NEXT Chapter 48
The diary written afterward was very thick, full of “moms, moms, moms…”
The handwriting was scrawled, as if it had been written from childhood to adulthood, with each “mother” written in blood. It was a thick book, and countless “mothers” were combined together, which looked terrifying.
Yu Qing’s mind raced, and it took him a while to notice the sound in his ears.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu”
It was the bloody woman crying!
She buried her face in her fleshless arms, shedding tears of blood, and her voice was hoarse, as if she were explaining to someone: “No…”
“It’s not like what he… wrote…”
“He was a… good… good boy.” The woman whimpered: “It was me… bad! It was me… bad!”
The risk seemed to be reduced.
Yu Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and while using molten iron to unlock the door, he listened the story of the Dean from the bloody woman:
When he was about three years old, the Dean was diagnosed with mental problems. He often spoke crazy words and suffered severe self-mutilation.
In an effort to save him, his mother travelled across mountains and rivers, visited all major hospitals in the country, spent all her savings, and sold her house to temporarily suppress his illness.
But once the house was sold, the ruthless father couldn’t bear the pressure of life and decisively filed for divorce from the mother.
After that, the mother worked alone, raised the family by herself, and took him to seek medical treatment and go to school.
But when he was in school, as long as he behaved slightly abnormally, the children would surround him and laugh at him, saying that “mental patients don’t deserve to live at all” and “it would be better for mentally ill patients to die to reduce the burden on society.”
This situation became more and more serious in the second year of middle and high school. The Dean became tired of studying, and his mental condition worsened.
The mother had no choice but to move him around and seek medical treatment everywhere.
But… bad luck only sought out the miserable.
At the age of twenty-five, the Dean, who had already fallen into extreme mental madness, began to suffer from premature facial aging. His hair began to grow grey and wrinkles appeared. When he walked out, he looked no different from an old man in his seventies or eighties.
The ridicule around him continued to increase, and the man’s fragile spirit, which had been maintained by drugs all year round, finally collapsed completely.
Until one day, he couldn’t control himself anymore and stabbed a woman who kept laughing at him to death. He tried to cut off her skin and put it on his face. Everything began to look different.
He started to get involved in beauty and went out looking for targets like crazy. In an attempt to stop him, his mother even cut off her own skin and trapped her son.
She had thought about calling the police countless times, but… she was tied up by her son. All the hard work and efforts over the years ended in failure.
For a period of time after that, the Dean kept taking skin from her body. There was almost no good skin left on her, and she couldn’t go to the hospital.
Over time, she died quietly in a dilapidated rental house.
Then, the Dean relied on his good looks to deceive a female owner of a nursing home.
Under the pretext of getting married, he killed the female owner and replaced her as the new director of the mental sanatorium.
He also built his mother into an angel statue and placed it in the hall to welcome new patients every day.
The bloody woman didn’t explain clearly what happened next, but Yu Qing could probably guess it.
When he was twenty-nine years old, the Dean got stomach cancer.
When he learned that he was going to die, he sacrificed his soul before he died and made a wish to the God, saying that he “wanted to continue to stay in the nursing home” and “wanted to continue to stay with his mother.”
But he was dead, so where was the nursing home?
Simple, the “God” took a fancy to Xu Han’s dream.
The evil “God” polluted Xu Han’s dream and made the Dean stay there forever. Then, he made a dungeon of this dream for all passers-by to explore and survive!
“Woo woo, woo woo…”
The hidden cries continued. Yu Qing’s eyes moved slightly as he looked at the bloody woman.
It was obvious that she had worked hard all her life, spending all her energy and savings to treat her son, yet she was still killed bit by bit by her son and built into a stone statue.
Even so, even after death, she still wanted to protect her son.
And in this weird and twisted story, how innocent was Xu Han’s family?
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The night was hidden, and the sun was about to rise.
But the bloody woman just looked at him, with tears of blood in her eyes, and kept crying to him about how hard it had been for her, how sensible her son had been when he was a child.
She had absolutely no intention of avoiding the sun. But… would ghosts die when they encountered light?
But… it seemed like it had been a long, long time since anyone had listened to her, so she didn’t care anymore.
It was dawn.
The sun shone on the bloody woman.
Yu Qing just stared blankly, without going to help or saying anything.
He simply asked the live broadcast room how to send off the dead, then lowered his head, slowly clasped his hands, and bowed deeply to the dissipating bloody woman.
But when he stood up, he immediately realized something was wrong!
Wrong!
The plot exploration was at 99%, but what about the remaining 1%?
Where was the key?!
Yu Qing quickly went out and saw Qian Lai standing in the hall. He greeted him lazily and immediately asked others to dismantle the towering angel statue.
The Dean’s mother had died, and the angel statue was empty—there was no key!
If it wasn’t with his mother, it must have been… in the hands of the Dean.
Therefore, they had to find the Dean!
[Ding Dong——]
[System daily reminder: There are still five days until the end of the dungeon, please keep up the good work~]
As the scenario progressed, there was less and less time left for them to complete the level.
Even if the plot exploration level refreshed, it was only an accessory after all. After five days, Yu Qing couldn’t predict what would happen if he couldn’t find the key to escape!
“Baby, you can’t leave.”
“You can’t leave.”
The BOSS’s threat was so close to his ears, echoing in his mind, that Yu Qing had no time to worry about who had locked his door. He grabbed Qian Lai and hurriedly began researching the Dean’s possible hiding place.
That good-for-nothing had been so frightened that he didn’t even dare to come out and see his mother, even after she died.
The diary said: Ever since the Dean contracted the disease of premature aging, he had been afraid of looking in the mirror and seeing what he looked like, but he couldn’t help wanting to look at it, so he sat by the mirror every day.
Could it be… that he was hiding in the mirror now?
So, Yu Qing and Qian Lai spent an entire day in the Dean’s room, and finally—bang!
Qian Lai smashed a hollow white wall with a hammer, causing the bricks to fall. There was a hidden wall inside, and above it was a large, bright mirror that stretched across the entire wall!
But… this dungeon only became alive at night. They couldn’t see anything during the day. Even if they smashed the mirror, they wouldn’t find the Dean.
They could only wait until nightfall.
Find the key and leave.
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After a long wait, the cold night fell quietly.
To make it easier to escape, they left the door to the Dean’s office open. Yu Qing stood in front of the mirror, while Qian Lai stood behind him, both holding props.
To better control the Dean, Yu Qing even took out the “suppression chain” he had spent all his points on to buy for the boss.
Although it might have seemed like overkill, it was better to be safe than sorry.
Ta, da, da…
In the middle of the night, a long sound came from deep within the mirror.
Ta, da, da…
Like footsteps, steady, cold, and approaching.
After a while, the oppressive cold air hit him head-on, and the chilling pressure seeped out from the mirror, invading his limbs and bones.
He couldn’t move his hands…?
Teeth clenched; Yu Qing’s eyes flashed as he suddenly realized something: “Run…”
He shouted, “Qian Lai, run!”
Then, in the next moment—crash!
The mirror shattered, and the “suppression chain” in his hand also broke into several pieces!
His wrists hurt, and his legs felt weak. Yu Qing immediately turned around. Just as he was about to reach the door, suddenly—bang!
The entire door slammed shut, and cold tentacles pressed onto his shoulders, following closely behind.
“Umm…”