I heard that I’m super fierce - Chapter 15

Translator: NovelMultiverse | Editor: NovelMultiverse

When the first ray of sunlight shone through the glass windows and entered the lobby on the first floor of the apartment building in the early morning, the three players who were awakened by the system had already gathered downstairs.

The front desk on the first floor was empty. The apartment manager was still absent.

“How did you sleep last night?” Lin You asked, “Was there anything in the room?”

Geng Qinghe: “Huh? No.”

He suffered until ten o’clock time, but fortunately, when he lied down nervously, he closed his eyes and then it was the present, and he hurried downstairs to gather with the others.

“Nothing in my room either…” Jian Mingjia responded, and suddenly realized that there was something wrong with her words, “Wait a second. You suddenly asked this, is it possible you ran into something?”

“Yes,” Lin You said, “But I slept well.”

Geng Qinghe: “…”

Jian Mingjia: “…”

No, no, no, this can’t be carefully described, right?

“It’s haunted and you’re still sleeping in that room?!” Jian Mingjia said in disbelief, “I know you are not afraid but you hide it symbolically. Why don’t you come and squeeze in with me?”

“It’s okay, nothing happened.”

Lin You consoled her in turn.

“I discussed it with her, and then she stopped.”

Geng Qinghe, who had witnessed her actions for an entire instance, had a bad feeling. “…Discussed?”

The next second, his hunch became true.

“Well,” Lin You said, “A little girl was making trouble in the mirror. I turned the mirror upside down and started smashing it. I took the nails and asked her to choose whether to be quiet or I would nail it against the wall and kill her.”

“She chose the first one.” She spread her hands.

“………………”

Silence, silence was the peaceful bridge tonight.

“I’m really worried,” Jian Mingjia said quietly, “If I were that ghost, I would also be afraid of her.”

—It’s just a devil.

Geng Qinghe vigorously nodded in agreement.

“It’s done, what’s the next step?”

Jian Mingjia asked: “Where do we start?”

“Last night’s voice was a little girl,” Lin You said, “I wonder if this will also have something to do with the missing children. Since they are all residents of this town, I’ll just go to their homes and say hello.”

Following the direction she was pointing, the missing person notice posted on the telephone pole had Henry Davis’s name written on it, followed by the contact information and home address.

The pace of life here was quite slow. After they chatted for a while, only a few pedestrians were on the street, even if the sun had brightened the horizon.

The small town was built on a hill and under the sun, the forest surrounding the town was gloomy and frightening. But looking at the distant mountain, Lin You suddenly vaguely saw a tall, thin figure standing there.

His back was to the light, and he was bathed in darkness. He was far away, and she was unable to see his specific appearance.

“Why are you still standing there?” Jian Mingjia, who had taken two steps, turned around and asked, “Are we going?”

“Nevermind,” Lin You looked back, catching up with them in two steps, “Let’s go.”

*

Henry’s house was near the center of the town. After asking two pedestrians on the road, they easily found his family.

They rang the doorbell and a blonde woman came out to answer the door.

Seeing these three strangers, she looked a little surprised, “You…”

“…Hi,” said Geng Qinghe, who was pushed to stand at the forefront, and recited the agreed-upon lines, “Can we talk to you about Henry?”

For a moment, a trace of hope appeared on the opponent’s face as if finally grabbing onto driftwood in the sea, but she was more afraid of hearing some bad results and was resistant. She struggled for a long time, and finally asked: “Is there any news from him?”

“Ah, no.”

Geng Qinghe thought that he was still not good at dealing with this situation, and he hurriedly said: “We just have a friend—”

“We know someone who is investigating,” Lin You said, “So now he…wants us to continue the investigation.”

She was implying the man who lived in the apartment before her. She intuitively felt that he had really found something. The parents of these children might know him—after all, they had to pass by them to get a clue.

Lin You noticed a flash of panic in the blonde woman’s expression.

“Are you friends with Miller?” she asked.

—It seemed that her bet was right.

Lin You nodded quickly.

“Well, well no wonder. His business…” The blonde woman sighed, “I’m sorry.”

She stepped away, “Come in and chat.”

She looked like Henry’s mother. Mrs. Davis led the way, and Geng Qinghe asked quietly from behind, “What happened to Miller?”

“It’s a pity to say that,” Jian Mingjia stared at him with hatred of iron and steel, “He’s probably dead, or at least mad or disabled.”

“But I want to find Henry too.”

Mrs. Davis spoke suddenly in front of them, and they were startled, for fear that they weren’t quiet enough and she heard some of their whispers behind her back. Fortunately, she continued speaking. It seemed like she hadn’t heard anything.

“But since you are an outsider, I still advise you not to investigate,” Mrs. Davis said. “Miller…is an example. You will only get yourself in trouble by doing this.”

Lin You really thought this was what she imagined.

“We care more about the truth,” she replied, “so if you have any clues, please show us.”

Mrs. Davis gave her a deep look.

“Wait for me in the living room. I’ll be right back.”

Henry’s house was a standard middle-class home. The living room was spacious and bright, with a fire crackling in the fireplace next to the soft leather sofa. Under the warm light of the fire, the few papers that Mrs. Davis took back seemed a bit weird.

“Henry started painting these before he disappeared,” she said, “I didn’t take it seriously…until that day when he never came home again. Some people said they saw him walk into the forest alone.”

Lin You picked up one of them.

The seven-year-old boy’s handwriting was still very clumsy. He drew some trees crookedly with colored crayons, with two people standing in the middle. The short one may have been himself. Even if he didn’t paint well, she could still tell that he was a cute, normal child.

In comparison, the one holding his hand next to him was strange.

It looked like a man in a black suit. He was more than twice as tall as the little boy. His hands and feet were abnormally long, and a few tentacles stretched out behind him.

His face was blank, with no facial features.

The other paintings were similar, and this man was always there, whether near or far.

“So……”

Leaving Henry’s house, Geng Qinghe said anxiously: “It can’t be, right…?”

When watching horror movies, he always felt that he was afraid but still wanted to watch—otherwise he would not come to play “Box.” But because his courage was really limited, and his imagination strong, he only had the courage to watch a few.

Both hands can count.

But if it was those little stories, he had also heard of them.

“It must be.” Jian Mingjia responded, “This painting is most certainly of Slenderman.”

He was arguably one of the most famous urban legends in the United States.

Like his name, the man was tall and thin and often wandered in the forest. He had extremely long limbs and no clear facial features.

No one knew what his motives are, and he might stare at someone—usually a child—for no reason, and pretend to approach them amicably before taking them away.

Then there were cases of missing children.

Occasionally there would be adults. He would make them become paranoid, have nosebleeds, or he would appear around them or in nightmares, again and again, torturing them until they were on the verge of collapse, and kidnap them into the forest.

“I heard that sometimes the corpses left by Slenderman are found,” Lin You said.

“The victim was impaled on a branch while still alive and bled to death.”

“You mean,” Jian Mingjia looked doubtful, and this description made her feel a little uncomfortable. “Henry’s mother said it was a pity, could it be because he already…”

Geng Qinghe opened his mouth and said nothing for a long time.

“Well, Miller should have been spotted by the lanky ghost during the investigation.” Lin You thought, “But the children have not been found dead or alive.”

Otherwise, Mrs. Davis would not have that attitude.

“Then the problem comes.”

They had successfully imagined the scene when Miller was killed, and a cool breath rushed to Geng Qinghe’s back, “If we investigate, will we also…”

“Isn’t this obvious?” Jian Mingjia complained.

Lin You cleared her throat and successfully attracted the attention of the two.

“—To be precise,” she said, “we are already being watched. I saw him at the top of the mountain this morning looking over here.”

…Fuck????

“Don’t worry, listen to me.”

They were both thinking, “Fuck, it’s too late to run now”, “Can we really escape to the forest?”, “Is it okay to be stared at by Slenderman at this level? Will we have to go back to C grade and try again?” Lin You leisurely took out the note, “Although it is just a guess, I should be the only one being targeted.”

Geng Qinghe thought that this was still terrible. How could he hear a little eagerness in this tone?

The big guy is indeed very big, and unpredictable.

“I thought ‘Don’t let him find you’ was just one of the clues, but now, this ‘you’ should have been a warning to me.”

“The player who gets the information left in Miller’s room will also become the victim of Slenderman,” Lin You said, “If this player dies, it will be his turn to track down the next person—I guess it’s such a setting.”

“Then, since the first one chosen is me…”

Jian Mingjia always thought her words are a bit meaningful.

Sure enough—

“Be honest, everyone.”

Lin You spoke seriously again.

“I am going to take this opportunity to get his card.”

Her! It is very likely that she will soon usher in the first R-rated card in her life!

Jian Mingjia/Geng Qinghe: “……………………Huh?”

At that moment, seeing her gearing up, the two of them almost simultaneously, instinctively, felt sympathy in their hearts.

—For Slenderman.