Trembling At A High Altitude

After rushing upstairs, the woman from the Island Kingdom ran into the corridor.

And then... she ran right into a female ghost.

The woman from the Island Kingdom tried to turn and flee, but the ghost stretched out its Ghost Claws and started furiously slapping her face from both sides.

The woman from the Island Kingdom screamed and started running again, but she ended up running towards the stairs to the third floor.

Once she got there, she regretted her decision, feeling she should have run downstairs. If she was trapped upstairs, wouldn't that leave her with no way to escape?

In a panic, the woman from the Island Kingdom randomly chose a closed office and pushed hard against the door.

It actually opened!

The woman from the Island Kingdom hurriedly entered the room, quickly shut the door behind her, and tested the lock—it could be locked from the inside.

Despite this, the wooden door didn't make her feel safe. After thinking it over, she pushed a desk near the door against it.

She then pushed another desk up against the first one. Feeling that nobody outside could possibly force their way past both desks, she finally sat down on an office chair and began to breathe heavily.

What exactly was going on?

What about her companions?

Were they all dead?

Or was she just dreaming?

The woman from the Island Kingdom quickly developed a theory, a terrifying one, which she found quite plausible.

It was that she hadn't finished a ride on the Pirate ship, so her sleepiness, hunger, and fatigue hadn't been completely alleviated.

Because she had closed her eyes on the Pirate ship, she had fallen into a deep sleep, or even passed out.

Now, she might have fallen into a deeper layer of space, on the verge of life and death.

If she didn't figure out a way to save herself, she might remain forever in this comatose space and gradually die.

But now, how could she wake up and return to the previous layer of space?

"I don't want to die!"

The woman from the Island Kingdom, originally named Liu Fang, had always thought highly of herself. Since childhood, her mother had instilled in her the belief that the moon was rounder abroad, the air sweeter. She went to study in the Island Kingdom in her teens.

Later, she stayed in the Island Kingdom. In her mind, Westerners were the most noble, followed by the people from the Island Kingdom; she considered the country of her birth to be the lowest.

Thus, she worked hard to integrate herself into Island Kingdom society, changing her name to Kawashima Fangfang.

After graduation, she became a journalist. At first, her articles were always rejected.

However, she discovered that by exaggerating rumors about her own motherland, attacking and exposing its alleged backwardness and dark side, her manuscripts were easily accepted.

So she began to fabricate limitless stories. Unexpectedly, after a year, she had become a renowned journalist, even receiving contributor invitations from major Western media.

As a renowned journalist from the Island Kingdom, she went to the Country of Sweet Air, where she was greatly valued.

Just as her career was about to soar, a pandemic struck the world.

Wishing to see her motherland ridiculed, she planned to write some sensational articles about it, but instead of witnessing her motherland's disgrace, she herself caught the disease in the Country of Sweet Air.

She went to a hospital, thinking the medical standards of the Country of Sweet Air would easily cure her illness.

But... the hospital was overwhelmed, and no one attended to her.

Her condition worsened, and eventually, she couldn't breathe. She struggled to seek help from the medical staff, but she was never given oxygen.

In extreme agony, she passed out...

When she woke up, she found herself in a prison.

She was not willing to just die like this. Her career had just begun, and she had many rumors to create... No, articles to write. She had to escape from her current predicament.

How could she get back to her companions?

Evil Ghost!

Was it all caused by that evil ghost?

It definitely was!

When she woke up alone on the pirate ship, she saw the evil ghost!

The white woman saw the evil ghost too.

What did the appearance of this evil ghost imply?

Did she need to kill the evil ghost to escape from this place?

But how could an ordinary person possibly be a match for an evil ghost?

Just then, suddenly there came a 'click! click!' of footsteps from the hallway outside the door.

Kawashima Fangfang immediately held her breath, worried that the owner of the footsteps outside would notice her.

If it were a ghost outside, it couldn't possibly make footsteps, right?

What exactly was outside?

...

Meanwhile, as Kawashima Fangfang frantically ran and hid...

The white man, white woman, and black woman had finally finished their ride on the pirate ship.

Feeling refreshed after sweeping away their sleepiness, hunger, and exhaustion, they were ready to leave the pirate ship.

But they discovered that Kawashima Fangfang had fallen asleep on the pirate ship!

And no matter how loudly they shouted, she wouldn't wake up.

With no other choice, the white man had to carry Kawashima Fangfang down.

It could be observed that Kawashima Fangfang's eyeballs were frantically rolling, and her expression was extremely frightened, indicating she was having a nightmare.

But they had no way of waking her from the nightmare.

"It seems we shouldn't sleep while riding these amusement park attractions, otherwise it could cause trouble," the white woman conjectured.

"Indeed, what should we do with her? I can't possibly carry her everywhere," the white man said as he placed Kawashima Fangfang on the roadside, asking the two women.

"We could experiment, observe, and if we can find a way to wake her from her unconscious state, it might be useful for us later," the white woman suggested.

"I know that feeling cold while sleeping can wake a person up, so maybe..." the white man began as he started to take off Kawashima Fangfang's clothes.

"Don't do that..." the white woman seemed to know what the white man was about to do, and she quickly stopped him.

"I was just trying to help," the white man hesitated for a moment, mindful of his dignity, and did not proceed further.

Kawashima Fangfang lay on the cold ground without any clothes, but she showed no signs of waking up.

After a while, the white man grew impatient. He knelt down, began to slap Kawashima Fangfang's face, and shouted, "Wake up! Wake up!"

Kawashima Fangfang still showed no response.

...

At this time, Kawashima Fangfang was still trapped in that office.

The footsteps outside had stopped.

A moment later, she heard the door of the adjacent room being slammed open.

Then, everything became very quiet, and she didn't hear any more unusual noises.

She couldn't possibly be trapped here forever, could she?

Had she fallen asleep, or fainted? Or had she truly been abandoned by her companions?

How on earth was she supposed to leave this cursed place?

Just then, some noises seemed to come from downstairs.

Could it be… her companions coming to look for her?

Kawashima Fangfang cautiously walked to the window, carefully slid open the glass panel, and peered downward.

There were already several meters between this place and the amusement area. The rides over there were still operating, emitting electronic music that she could barely discern.

On the path below the building, there was no one.

No companions had come to look for her.

At that moment, Kawashima Fangfang felt somewhat foolish and ridiculous.

Those Europeans and Americans didn't even care about their own compatriots trapped under the building; how would they care about her, who was considered a second or third-class citizen?

Had her decision to leave her motherland and seek refuge in the Island Kingdom and the Country of Sweet Air been a mistake?

She didn't want to die.

What now was she supposed to do to leave this place alive?

As Kawashima Fangfang looked around, she suddenly felt something was off.

It was the window of the neighboring room. There was someone just like her, sticking their head out...

Kawashima Fangfang and that person locked eyes.

Long white hair, dark blue cheeks, blood-red eyes…

"Ah!"

Kawashima Fangfang was taken aback and hastily shut the window, retreating back into the room and leaning against the wall, gasping for breath, her body trembling uncontrollably.

She had been discovered hiding here; what was she to do?

Just then, the sound of a door opening came from the hallway outside.

Then footsteps.

The footsteps stopped outside the door of the room where she was hiding.

Then came the sound of something hitting the door.

Without a doubt, it must be the female ghost outside hitting the door!

How could she stop it?

Or… should she take advantage of the ghost being in the hallway and escape through the window?

Kawashima Fangfang ran to the window and looked down.

The third floor, not too high, but a head-first jump would definitely be fatal. Even if she landed on her legs, it would be enough to break the bones, and if that happened, she could forget about running any further.

The banging noise grew louder; the latch of the door was soon broken, and the desk blocking the door started moving away inch by inch from its position.

Kawashima Fangfang quickly pushed another desk over and then used her body to firmly block the desk, attempting to absorb the massive impact from the door.

"Please! I'm just a poor woman, don't kill me, please?" Kawashima Fangfang couldn't help crying, sobbing as she pleaded toward the door.

There was no response from outside, only continued violent banging on the door.

"Do you have any grievances? Can you talk to me about them? Maybe if you talk, I can help you." Kawashima Fangfang tried to communicate with the woman ghost outside the door.

But the woman ghost kept silent, continuing to bang on the door.

"If you really are a ghost, why don't you just float in and kill me? You're just trying to scare me, right? Look, I'm already very scared. Whatever you ask, I will agree to it, just please stop banging on the door. Can we talk nicely, please?" Kawashima Fangfang continued to shout out to the outside.

She tried to use her skills as a journalist to persuade the other party.

Unfortunately, it was of no use.

The force of the banging grew stronger, even three office desks could not withstand it.

Kawashima Fangfang, using her body to brace against the office desks, endured the force of the impact coming from the door, her ribs painfully vibrating.

But now, she couldn't afford to care about the pain in her body.

She had to think of every possible way to stop the woman ghost from entering the office, fearing what might happen next if it did.

As for why the woman ghost couldn't teleport in and had to bang on the door instead, she didn't have time to think about it anymore.

Looking around, Kawashima Fangfang tried to find more obstacles to prevent the door from being broken down, but there were only three office desks in the office, and by now all had been pushed to the side of the door.

"I beg you, I don't want to die, please don't kill me?" Kawashima Fangfang began to cry.

"Are you ... have you done ... something unethical..."

The banging on the door finally stopped, and a chilling voice came through from outside.

"I... I... I..." Kawashima Fangfang had not expected the woman ghost to respond to her. She was suddenly tongue-tied, uncertain of how to answer.

"There's an old saying, 'If you've done nothing wrong, you've no reason to fear a ghost knocking on your door.' Why are you afraid of me banging on your door? You must have done many unethical things!" The voice outside grew stern.

"I have indeed done many unethical things! I'm a journalist, but I didn't adhere to the journalistic ethics. I shouldn't have written those baseless and malicious articles, viciously attacking and defaming my mother country. I'm not even human. I'm worse than animals!"

Kawashima Fangfang knew very well what her greatest wrongdoings were. At this moment, in order to survive, regardless of what she truly thought, she first confessed superficially as the ghost had suggested, planning to get past this ordeal before addressing anything else.

"Are you truly repenting? Or are you just saying those things to fool me and save your own life?" The woman ghost seemed savvy and not so easily fooled.

"No, I genuinely repent! I regret the things I have done. If I could live my life over, I would definitely change my ways, adhere to journalistic ethics, and stop fabricating baseless, slanderous articles..." Kawashima Fangfang hurriedly assured.

There was no sound from outside.

"I was wrong, I'll change! I'm sorry..." Kawashima Fangfang worried that her show of repentance was not sincere enough, and hastily added a few more sentences.

Still, there was no sound from outside.

"Have you... forgiven me?" Kawashima Fangfang continued to ask.

No response.

"Are you... are you still... there?" Kawashima Fangfang asked toward the outside.

"I am."

A voice appeared behind Kawashima Fangfang.

Kawashima Fangfang quickly turned around.

What she found...

Behind her appeared a monster covered in snake heads, each flicking its tongue.

The monster had blonde hair and a Western-looking face, grinning ferociously at her.

"You... you... you are..." Kawashima Fangfang, terrified out of her wits, had not expected that after deceiving the woman ghost, an evil creature like this would appear in the office.

"Hahahaha... You're definitely going to die, let me make good use of you!" The Evil Ghost, covered in countless hideously hissing snake heads, then coiled toward Kawashima Fangfang.

Kawashima Fangfang tried to escape, but she could not break free. She screamed loudly, desperately resisting, but she was no match for the demon, and soon she was pushed to the ground.