chapter 1
It was eleven o’clock at night. When I saw that Danmaku, a chill suddenly ran up my spine.
Before I could say anything, other netizens started cursing first.
[What do you mean, are you cursing someone?]
[Why are you talking about a Coffin Room in the middle of the night? That’s terrifying.]
[This feels malicious. Ruanruan, kick this ID out, don’t let them pollute the Live Stream Room.]
While I was still in a daze, that person sent a second Danmaku.
[A door without a window is a major taboo in Feng Shui. Vital energy can’t come in, and deathly energy can’t get out. Over time, no one inside can survive.]
The other netizens immediately cursed even more fiercely.
[Is this person crazy?]
[Ruanruan, kick them out!]
My name is Ruanruan. I’m an amateur Beauty Blogger. Most people in the Live Stream Room right now are my Fans, tuning in at night to watch my bedtime skincare tips, not to listen to ghost stories.
I really wanted to kick this inexplicable person out too, but somehow, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the leaking Ceiling, and the uneasy feeling in my heart grew stronger and stronger.
Our Dorm Room was converted from a storage room, and it really is the only one in the whole building without a Window.
I live here with three other Roommates. At first, none of us were very willing, but in recent years, the School has expanded enrollment, and there aren’t enough Dormitories, so we had to compromise.
I glanced at that ID. Her name was “Xiaoran,” not a Fan I recognized.
Seeing the Danmaku getting more and more hostile, I spoke up: “Sister Xiaoran, please don’t make mysterious comments in the Danmaku, or I’ll have to kick you out.”
Almost as soon as I finished speaking, Xiaoran sent another Danmaku.
[The wooden boards on top of a coffin are the weakest. After years of corrosion, they’ll leak water during rainy days. Otherwise, you’re not even on the top floor-why would your Ceiling leak when it rains?]
I froze.
Although I often stream from the Dormitory, I’ve never told my Fans which floor we’re on.
And even though it really was raining outside, our room has no Window, so there’s no way a netizen could tell from the Live Stream Room.
As soon as this Danmaku appeared, the other netizens fell briefly silent.
Then, some people started to believe her.
[Shit, I’m starting to get scared.]
[What she’s saying actually makes some sense…]
But soon, others argued back.
[Ruanruan’s IP Location has been in a rainy area lately. Xiaoran probably just guessed.]
[It’s the middle of the night, who knows what her intentions are. Ruanruan, just kick her out.]
Looking at Xiaoran’s ID, the chill on my back grew heavier and heavier.
She hadn’t guessed wrong about anything.
In our room, the Ceiling only leaks when it rains.
But we’re not on the top floor, and I’ve asked friends in other Dorm Rooms-whether on the same floor or other floors-none of their rooms have this problem.
So I asked softly, “You say our Dorm Room is a Coffin Room. What does that mean?”
A few seconds later, my heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Maybe to distinguish her Danmaku from the others, Xiaoran changed her text to red. On the screen, it looked just like blood.
[A Female Dormitory made into a Coffin Room is for burial accompaniment.]
[There are four people in your Dormitory. One of them is dead-the Tomb Owner. The other three are Sacrifices.]