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The Dawn Bar was the newest addition to the set, situated in the void of the actors’ and audiences’ flats, and the only way to get there was to be transported through the system and pay 100 Flame Points each time.

 

But given that all the drinks and food were free, there was a more advanced film projection, and social interaction, everyone, regardless of status, was eager to get in and see what was going on.

 

The bar’s interior was no different from the real world, except that the dance floor area had been converted into a cinema screen, and the booths were infinitely extended, so that even 10 million people could be accommodated in this place.

 

It was a mysterious place that defied the laws of space and time, but the audience didn’t think about that for a while.

 

They were already in a frenzy over the Golden Film Awards.

 

Countless people were gathering their friends and relatives, and the audience in the booths was waiting for the system’s countdown to end, during which the Starflame Forum’s activity reached an all-time high.

 

[There’s so much anticipation; the film set actually made such a big move.]

 

[What about the auditions—are they really going to choose film stars?]

 

[I’m scared to watch horror films, but it’s much better to go to a bar and watch them with a group of people; it’s a great atmosphere.]

 

The event was the most talked about, and apart from that, there was another hot topic as well.

 

That was, the Secret of the Dark Beach.

 

[Flying Sickle Union is very popular. I’m a newcomer, so last time I saw Dong Yao alone, this time I was overwhelmed by Zhuo Yu’s performance. It wasn’t satisfying.]

 

[Dong Yao said he wanted to wipe out his previous shame, but the limelight was completely stolen from him.]

 

[I underestimated Zhuo Yu. He’s the only one with a disability who’s still so strong.]

 

[He’s earned enough flame points. Why hasn’t he cure his body?]

 

[Who knows, it’s probably a game for the strong, like not healing the legs just to make it more difficult or something?]

 

[Hahaha, with Zhuo Yu’s character, it’s not impossible.]

 

The discussion in this regard even extended to reality; the crunching sound of broken glass rang out as two men argued loudly.

 

“Dong Yao said on the forum that he didn’t exert his strength last time because he was hit by a curse and wasn’t at his full strength at all! Zhuo Yu is just a bit more clever and gimmicky; Dong Yao will definitely be able to crush him next time!”

 

“What do you know? Who admires personal strength in horror movies? Having a good brain is the most important thing. You shouldn’t blame smart people just because you’re an idiot!”

 

The argument grew more and more heated until another bay opened and a group of people dressed in black and white team uniforms entered the Dawn Bar.

 

The visitors were none other than the object of their argument—the Flying Scythe Battle Team.

 

The audience excitedly turned their gazes over, knowing that it would soon be the Flying Scythe Battle Team’s turn. The system didn’t force all the actors to take part; instead, it used big data to analyze every actor and battle team, and the unions with a high probability of survival were the ones that had the chance to take their turn. And these actors who didn’t have to participate could also come to the bar to watch the battle and relax.

 

Dong Yao walked at the front; he had obviously heard the arguments from the audience, but his expression remained calm.

 

He led his teammates to their seats, and a long-haired man, who was his second-in-command, laughed, “Aiya, it looks like you lost face in the last film too, captain; do you want to ki-ll Zhuo Yu to vent your anger?”

 

“Shut your mouth; Zhuo Yu and the Knight Flame Union are Flying Scythe Union’s friends; stop speculating; Zhuo Yu and I will not go to w-ar.” Dong Yao wasn’t speaking to his teammates, but to everyone present.

 

As the two of them sang in unison, those few who had gotten into a fight stopped saying anything, their faces burned hot as they sat back down resentfully.

 

The attention of the crowd finally returned to the system prompts on the big screen.

 

[Countdown: 3……2……1.]

 

The film officially began.

 

The big screen on the dance floor instantly lit up, and the audience felt as if they were in a cinema; the screen was divided into countless small sub-screens, and as long as they entered the team or actor they wanted to watch on the card, the big screen would become that team’s perspective in their eyes.

 

In addition, the screen itself was also sorted according to viewing popularity. The more people watched, the more recommended it would be, ranking among the top in the audience’s booth, making it easier to obtain audience votes and endorsements.

 

All the noisy human voices in the bar were shielded, and the viewers in each bay could only communicate with each other, and their voices would never reach the outside.

 

However, Zhuo Yu, who was on the screen, was awakened by the vibrating sound waves and screams.

 

He was also in the middle of a bar.

 

He raised his head in a daze, feeling his vision distorted, like he was drunk, and he had no way to connect his thoughts, so he could only effortlessly support himself to look around.

 

The transparent glass T-stage was illuminated by beautiful lights, and the band beat their arms as they sang. With the beat, the dancers, who were so eerie under the light that they didn’t look like humans, swayed their waist and legs, their astonishingly long legs constantly alternating, trying their best to arouse people’s visual nerves.

 

They were wearing revealing underwear, adorned with all sorts of strange hangings, and the males on the seats were all looking towards them, howling and whistling in an endless stream, mingling with the perfume and hormones in the air; it gave Zhuo Yu a splitting headache.

 

This place was a gay bar.

 

Zhuo Yu’s hands went cold, and he realized that there were indeed countless empty glasses, and he didn’t know how many he had drunk.

 

Zhuo Yu’s face was flushed, and he thought in a daze, ‘This is really rare. It was strange for a character to be drunk right at the start of the film.’.

 

And Liu Jingyun and Luo Musheng weren’t there; they should be awakening somewhere else.

 

“Handsome guy, alone?” A slightly balding middle-aged man sat down next to Zhuo Yu, looking lu-stfully at Zhuo Yu’s neck and the collarbone exposed by the open neckline, and pushed a cup of highly concentrated wine towards him.

 

“Won’t you give me face?” The man noticed that Zhuo Yu was already drunk and began to be dishonest. He covered his short, thick, and chubby hand over Zhuo Yu’s slender, white fingers and slowly rubbed them.

 

[TN: give me face — giving somebody some respect especially when in public]

 

Suddenly, he felt several degrees of coldness around him.

 

The man looked around and found that the surroundings were still those hot scenes, and the door was properly closed, but why did he feel a cold wind invade his body, making him resist a cold shiver?

 

Zhuo Yu tilted his head but didn’t appreciate the man’s strangeness. He reached out to reach the fruit plate and held a familiar object in his hand.

 

A fork.

 

The middle-aged man concluded that he might be catching a cold; he didn’t want to give up the beautiful meal that was in his hands, and seeing that Zhuo Yu was already drunk as hell, he impatiently wanted to continue to pour wine for the man.

 

This kind of good goods couldn’t be found very often; if it fell into his hands, it would probably become the highlight of his life!

 

The man’s eyes were glowing.

 

But before he could make a move, the beautiful young man in front of him picked up a fruit fork and fiercely stabbed it into the crevice of his fingers, with such force that it plunged directly into the wood, losing half of the forktip.

 

If the fork landed in a person’s hand, it would have gone straight through.

 

The middle-aged man broke out into a cold sweat; this man was warning him.

 

But Zhuo Yu’s words made him even more fearful.

 

“The stab was crooked; it’s true that drinking affects accuracy.” Zhuo Yu muttered.

 

The man instantly stood up; good lord, this pretty youngster actually wanted to do it for real; he immediately wimped out, no longer asking for trouble, and hid in the crowd on the dance floor to look for other targets.

 

Ding-

 

His mobile phone rang. Zhuo Yu fished it out of his trouser pocket and tapped it several times before it connected.

 

“Young master Zhuo, where did you run off to? Are you alright? You didn’t answer after I called so many times.”

 

The caller was an unfamiliar man with a rather anxious tone; he seemed very concerned about Zhuo Yu.

 

“Well… me, I seem to have drunk too much.” Zhuo Yu was drunk for the first time; he didn’t like things that would affect his thinking at all; he felt bad right now and just wanted to get out of this state as soon as possible.

 

“Although that happened, you shouldn’t have risked your life. Didn’t I tell you before that Jiang Xingyu is just a poor student? You were just playing around with him. You can’t take it seriously. Why did you get caught up in it?”

 

“I ……”

 

“What type of person haven’t you and I seen? He was just an ordinary college student with a debt at home. If you hadn’t helped him repay it, he would have died earlier.”

 

Zhuo Yu didn’t understand what this person was talking about but his chaotic brain still urged him to remain silent.

 

“Alas, remember, he died for you voluntarily; you don’t have to feel guilty; you gave him so much money; it was right for him to return the favor; it’s a good death. This kind of person from the bottom of society died, so what? Is it because he was good-looking? Next time, my buddy will introduce you to a little celebrity; you’ll definitely like him.”

 

“……”

 

“Listen to your buddy, hurry home; I and Gangzi were looking for you like crazy; it’s good that you’re fine.”

 

Dead, Jiang Xingyu.

 

Zhuo Yu, even if he was drunk, still captured the key information; he ended the call, put the mobile phone back into his pocket, and then touched the wheelchair next to the seat and advanced in the direction of the bathroom.

 

Fortunately, this wheelchair was more advanced and electric; otherwise, Zhuo Yu’s manual cranking of the wheels would have definitely made him hit the wall.

 

He entered the men’s restroom, and the noise subsided slightly, which also gave him some energy.

 

Zhuo Yu turned on the tap and washed his face. The cold liquid washed away his day’s decadence and fatigue; his muddled brain became a little sober. At least Zhuo Yu no longer saw a heavy shadow when looking at the mirror.

 

He filled the hand basin with ice water and dipped his head directly into it; he maintained this for a long time until he couldn’t help but breathe in before lifting his face out of the water.

 

Good, he had sobered up by half.

 

Zhuo Yu drew a few sheets of paper to wipe away the water marks and smoothed his wet hair behind his head, revealing a glittering sapphire earring. Not only did he no longer look wretched, he now had a different kind of sophistication.

 

“Whew, let’s contact Liu Jingyun later…” Zhuo Yu patted his cheeks and threw the waste paper into the rubbish bin.

 

A tall young handsome guy walked; he actually looked similar to Long Ran, and he looked good enough to act in idol dramas. He didn’t expect someone of this level to come to the bar for excitement.

 

The boy had a very clean temperament, which, in this regard, was completely different from the sharp Long Ran.

 

As Zhuo Yu was heading out after washing his face, the boy suddenly spoke.

 

“Missed me?”

 

He arched his eyebrows, smiled very gently, and hugged Zhuo Yu from behind.

 

Zhuo Yu only felt a coldness all over his body; there was actually a kind of coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow. He subconsciously moved his eyes away from the mirror and looked behind himself.

 

There was nothing…

 

Looking up at the mirror again, the boy still smiled gently, but his smile became increasingly eerie. His smiling eyes also shed bloo-d and tears. In an instant, he disappeared; those eyes that smiled and shed tears left a deep shock on Zhuo Yu.

 

Zhuo Yu broke the mirror with a punch.

 

He felt himself sweating a bit.

 

Although Zhuo Yu was brave, it was mostly because he hadn’t reached the point he feared. He wasn’t afraid of physical monsters, but he was a bit afraid of ghosts. This type of ghost, which was void but possessed powers that violated common sense, was the type of ghost that Zhuo Yu resisted the most.

 

He followed his line of sight to look behind him, only to see a hidden toilet door, and the dark compartment seemed to be luring him forward.

 

Tick tock… tick tock… tick tock…

 

There was the sound of water coming from inside.

 

Zhuo Yu knew that he couldn’t have curiosity in a horror film, but he was afraid of leaving any clues behind, so he still pushed open the door.

 

A strong bloo-dy smell came to his nose; the whole toilet compartment was covered in scarlet; bloo-d was spattered all over, even the ceiling; and beads of bloo-d were dripping down, making a ticking sound.

 

A man who had been skinned was sitting on the toilet. From the freshness of the body, he had just died not long ago; there wasn’t a single piece of good flesh on his body, and the most bizarre thing was that the body was holding a Swiss knife, and the blade was stuck in his own throat.

 

Zhuo Yu couldn’t help but associate it with the fact that the man had skinned himself alive and then slit his throat.

 

He swallowed heavily and realized that the clothes piled up on the ground looked a bit familiar; wasn’t this the middle-aged uncle who had just harassed him?

 

“How did I invite the horrible thing?”

 

Before Zhuo Yu could scream, the new customers who came in saw the image that was enough to become a lifetime shadow, and screams of terror to the extreme were on the verge of toppling the roof of the room.

 

Soon, the security team surrounded the washroom, and Zhuo Yu was asked to leave, and the police were the first to arrive to cordon off the scene for photographs and evidence. But judging from their uncomprehending expressions as they forced themselves not to vomit, they were clueless as well.

 

Zhuo Yu was taken to the police station for tea.

 

According to the investigation, this middle-aged man often harassed drunken men and women in the bar and took away the defenseless people to violate, which was also known as “picking up a body.” The police suspected that this was a revenge murder case.

 

Although there was still some alcohol left in his bloo-dstream, Zhuo Yu’s mind had completely sobered up, and he was questioned, wrote a statement, and then released. Because he didn’t have the ability to ki-ll and couldn’t possibly skin someone in that short of time, they were sure Zhuo Yu just happened to be the first to see the crime scene.

 

A policewoman even thoughtfully asked him if he needed a psychiatrist; after all, that scene was just too bloo-dy.

 

Zhuo Yu just shook his head; he clicked on the takeaway software on his mobile phone, found the address of his home, called an online car, and left his Maybach in front of the bar. Even though it was the film world, he didn’t want to drive while drunk.

 

In the car, the recent incident finally showed some signs of calming down, and Zhuo Yu was able to calm down and think. He sat in the back seat of the taxi and activated the system.

 

[Actor Zhuo Yu, playing the role of “Zhuo Yu” (E)]

 

[Zhuo Yu: The famous crown prince of the C City Group, his life can be described as flawless. He returned from overseas studies and is just waiting to accept the family company; then his life will be painted with a successful final touch. Until an accident happened seven days ago that he couldn’t let go of, causing him to head to the bar every day to get drunk.]

 

[Characteristics: Rich, beautiful, but with a bad personality.]

 

Zhuo Yu hissed.

 

With just three character traits, not a single useful skill, and a rating of E, which was the lowest level, it really wasn’t a good start.

 

Judging by what happened just now, this “accident” could be what happened to his current boyfriend.

 

— Jiang Xingyu died.

 

Zhuo Yu carefully recalled his character’s memory, but it was empty; he only remembered the gray color of the graveyard and the yellow rose he offered for Jiang Xingyu.

 

Needless to say, Number One was that Jiang Xingyu, the same male ghost who ki-lled someone in the washroom earlier.

 

[Union Channel]

[Zhuo Yu: How are you guys doing?]

 

No one replied; there was silence.

 

How troublesome. Zhuo Yu flipped through the grid space and found that there wasn’t a single weapon or prop that could cause an effective attack on the spirits, and his two free spins had been used; one was a running shoe that could increase the speed of movement, which he gave to Liu Jingyun, and the other one was a Walkman with an early warning function, which allowed Zhuo Yu to guess what was going to happen from the song lyrics or the title of the song.

 

Zhuo Yu took out the Walkman and held it in his palm.

 

He pressed the on button, and soon, a song was displayed on the compact screen.

 

‘Crazy’.

 

The retro female voice played out from the speakers, and Zhuo Yu felt like he had gone back to the days of the gramophone, enjoying the music quietly spinning in the vinyl player. Zhuo Yu could tell that it was the voice of the diva of the last century, Percy Cline, and the recognizable female voice made Zhuo Yu focus on the lyrics.

 

“I’m crazy.”

 

“Crazy for feeling so blue.”

 

“Thinking that my love could embrace you.”

 

“I’m madly trying, madly crying, and I’ve been madly in love with you.”

 

The sound of the old song was a bit distorted; when she sang the word “love,” Zhuo Yu suddenly had tinnitus, and in a trance, that sad to the extreme voice seemed to become a man’s voice.

 

Zhuo Yu suddenly looked up and noticed that at some point, the driver had been looking back at him, with his neck twisted 180 degrees.

 

Zhuo Yu’s startled gasp broke the stillness of the air, and when the tinnitus stopped and all was right with the world, the driver obediently pulled over to the curb, signaling that they had arrived.

 

Zhuo Yu was a little stunned; he was indeed frightened just now, but he remained very calm and paid, quickly getting out of the car to head to his home.

 

“It’s like Sadako’s curse; I just need to go back and get my heart checked.”

 

He touched his chest, took his Walkman back into the lattice space, and tried to contact his teammates once again; however, whether it was Liu Jingyun or Luo Musheng, none of them gave a single reply, and even the private messages went unnoticed.

 

Zhuo Yu’s house was a river view villa in the city center; usually there were a few live-in maids, but somehow, those maids had gotten sick recently and resigned from their jobs. Zhuo Yu’s requirements for maids were very high, so he hadn’t looked for another one recently, his emotions didn’t allow him to worry about anything else.

 

Deciding whether to go home or not was a dangerous choice.

 

Zhuo Yu stood still at the door, his fingers rested on the fingerprint lock but he couldn’t bring himself to tap it.

 

Perhaps the safest thing to do right now would be to find a crowded place to congregate, such as another bar or barbecue restaurant stall, but Zhuo Yu wasn’t someone who liked to run away from problems.

 

He pressed down his fingerprint and opened the exquisite bronze door.

 

Entering this villa, only then did Zhuo Yu deeply feel that the character’s spirit was indeed very bad; there were pieces of smashed vases everywhere, the curtains were half ripped off, there was dangerous glass ballast all over the place, and the rubbish bin had been kicked over to one side, so the whole home looked as if it had been ransacked.

 

But aside from these chaotic scenes, this villa wasn’t cold and lifeless. It had a strong sense of life. The “Selected Works of Edgar Allan Poe” on the bookshelf had been flipped slightly, and the furry carpet was laid next to the coffee table. There was also a large can of paper cranes and small stars on the table, which looked like they were hand folded.

 

Zhuo Yu suddenly had the feeling of tinnitus again.

 

It was as if he saw a clean and gentle boy, sitting on the coffee table and folding flower papers for his beloved. Right, not long ago his company ran into a bit of trouble; it was very tricky, and Jiang Xingyu couldn’t help much; he could only silently do some prayers.

 

How did he respond to that?

 

“Since you had the time to do these useless things, you might as well go wash some more dishes, so what if you have a higher education? You’re not even as good as a rice worm in my place.”

 

Those thunderous words brought Zhuo Yu back to his senses.

 

Yes, Jiang Xingyu had been living with him for half a year.

 

Seemingly filled with heartache from the character’s heart, Zhuo Yu couldn’t help but walk to the glass jar; he opened the bottle mouth, and took out the paper crane.

 

— Snap.

 

 

The wings of the Thousand Paper Crane got wet, and a drop of water soaked the paper, leaving circular marks.

 

 

Zhuo Yu touched the corner of his eye and realized that it was him who was shedding tears.

 

The air turned cold.

 

The half-covered windows whistled and let in the wind, and the rubbish on the ground was swept up by the wind and rustled. The lights in the hall seemed to have gone out, and the darkened house was covered with a spine-tingling atmosphere.

 

It seemed like something had appeared.

 

Zhuo Yu sat on the sofa and cradled the glass jar in his arms, while a broken figure was reflected on the jar.

 

He came.

 

“Zhuo Yu, I’m back; don’t you like the gift I gave you?”

 

A pair of stiff, plasma-tinged hands encircled Zhuo Yu’s waist, and a piercing voice murmured in his ear, “The gift wasn’t a thousand paper cranes; it was that man. Ah, I know you hate it when people touch you, so I ki-lled him. Did I do the right thing? Shouldn’t you reward me?”

 

A wet tongue licked over Zhuo Yu’s ear, and the man’s low and hoarse voice continued, “Come over here to accompany me; I’m so lonely; the world after death is so cold; I can’t close my eyes all night long without you sleeping beside me at night; I miss you so much that I’m going crazy thinking about it.”

 

The ghost’s hand closed around his lover’s neck. “You ki-lled me, so…”

 

His words stuttered.

 

Because there was still a lingering blush on the cheeks that he held high, Zhuo Yu’s eyes were hazy, and tears were falling uncontrollably from his eyes. He was drunk.

 

The ghost quieted down and carefully observed Zhuo Yu with those blo-od-red eyes.

 

It didn’t seem like an act.

 

Just as he hesitated, Zhuo Yu suddenly hugged him.

 

Zhuo Yu didn’t cry out, as if he was so sad that he couldn’t even make a sound. He buried his face in the ghost’s chest, his shoulders constantly trembled due to his huffing and puffing.

 

 

Jiang Xingyu froze.

 

He couldn’t believe it. Zhuo Yu would never treat him like this, let alone show any weakness. Even during low points, he would use verbal violence to cover up his true emotions. He had never been so fragile before.

 

“Xingyu… I miss you so much…”

 

 

Zhuo Yu lifted his head, tears fluttering down; he cupped the ghost’s cheeks and kissed his cold lips.

 


TN:

Poor ML, he just wants love 😭

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  1. Ahhhhh, this dog blooded plot! A kind reminder for everyone to cherish everything around you with your important person and never to mistreat anyone, well your enemies are an exception!!! Otherwise, they might come back to you as a ghost seeking karmic retribution!!!

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