Mysterious Revival

The atmosphere in Room 404 had turned rather eerie.

Yang Jian’s reminder made everyone realize that something was seriously off.

If Wang Shan’s death wasn’t due to sudden illness or some underhanded act, then the most likely cause was a supernatural event. The state of the room had been thoroughly checked by everyone just moments ago, though the rotting corpse still lying on the bed remained.

But there was nothing wrong with that corpse.

Therefore, the possibility of an issue with the room itself could be ruled out.

Which left only one possibility: among all the people left in the room, someone might be the ghost.

Everyone knew that the fourth floor had been infiltrated by a ghost. It was precisely because of this that trust among the messengers on the fourth floor had disintegrated, resulting in mutual suspicion, prevention, and even conflicts.

But the identity of the ghost on the fourth floor was still a mystery.

The ghost had hidden itself extremely well.

And it was incredibly hard to uncover. If it were easy, the messengers on the fourth floor would have already found and dealt with the concealed ghost by now.

“So, among us here, who might be the ghost on the fourth floor? If we don’t figure it out, someone else is bound to die tonight. It’s not even 11 o’clock yet, still over six hours till dawn,” said Li Yang, who was still blocking the door, scanning the others with his eyes.

As soon as the words left his mouth, everyone’s faces darkened.

Indeed.

If one of them were the ghost, then the next six hours would be filled with paranoia and terror. One person was already dead; it wouldn’t be surprising if two or three more ended up the same.

Yang Xiaohua’s face twisted with sudden realization. She instinctively moved closer to Yang Jian.

The only thing she was certain of was that Yang Jian and Li Yang weren’t the ghost. As for everyone else, she couldn’t trust them.

“I think the ghost is among the three of you. Like I said before, the ghost is on the fourth floor, and we’re messengers who came up from the third floor. That rules us all out, leaving just you three, along with Eagle—four suspicious individuals in total.”

Leuk Qingqing was the first to speak. She stared at Wang Feng and Qu Hongtao.

“The likelihood of Eagle being the ghost is small. On the way here, no one from our team was harmed. If he were the ghost, he wouldn’t have waited until now to act. The moment you all appeared, though, trouble began. The answer seems obvious.”

She was adamant that one of the three fourth-floor messengers had to be the ghost.

While she couldn’t pin down exactly who, one of them was certainly the culprit.

Leuk Qingqing’s reasoning, while somewhat accusatory, was grounded in logic. If one followed her train of thought, the three individuals did indeed appear most suspicious.

“Don’t smear us! If one of the three of us were the ghost, we would’ve been killed that entire time we were hiding in the wardrobe. How could we still be alive by now? The problem clearly lies with your group!” Wang Feng retorted with firm conviction.

This wasn’t a joke.

If misjudged, it would mean people would die.

“Whether it’s true or not can be tested. Let’s kick the three of you out of the room and see if the problems persist,” Leuk Qingqing said coldly.

“You crazy woman! Just admit you’re trying to kill us already. Why go through all this pretense? I think you’re the real problem here—taking a direct hammer blow and still not dying? That’s definitely not normal!” snarled Qu Hongtao, clearly incensed.

Leuk Qingqing responded, “Your accusation is baseless. Unless you can provide concrete proof, don’t assume everyone here is a fool. To survive on this floor, none of the messengers are incompetent.”

Qu Hongtao was momentarily speechless, anger choking his words.

He knew, of course, that baseless claims held no weight. He simply wanted to vent his frustrations toward Leuk Qingqing.

Besides, if he truly were kicked out of the room, he’d almost certainly die outside tonight.

At this point, Eagle spoke up: “No matter how much we argue, if the earlier assumption is correct, a second victim will show up soon anyway. Before that happens, we need to come up with a plan. Internal fighting helps no one.”

“Yang Jian, what do you think?”

Knowing his own words carried little weight, he redirected the decision to Yang Jian.

In this small room, Yang Jian was the one whose words carried absolute authority.

Everyone else also turned their gazes toward Yang Jian, eager to hear his thoughts.

At Yang Jian’s side, the black Ghost Shadow flickered, slowly retracting from Wang Shan’s corpse.

He had just extracted Wang Shan’s memories.

Though Wang Shan was dead, and not for long, Ghost Shadow could still obtain his memories, albeit incomplete compared to a living person’s.

Yang Jian wanted to use these memories to ascertain the cause of Wang Shan’s death.

It was disappointing.

He found nothing.

Wang Shan had genuinely died mysteriously in his sleep, without even realizing the cause himself.

“What’s the rush?”

Yang Jian raised his head slightly, a faint, icy smile on his face. “If the ghost really is in the room, and none of you want to leave, then let’s all just sit here and wait. Once enough people have died, the ghost’s identity will inevitably reveal itself.”

“You’ve got to be kidding!” Wang Feng exclaimed in shock.

“Are you the ghost?” Yang Jian asked, studying him.

“Of course not!” Wang Feng replied immediately.

“Since you’re not the ghost, your priority should be your own survival, not figuring out who the ghost is. If you’re competent enough, even if the ghost comes after you, you can still survive,” Yang Jian stated.

“That’s your plan?” Wang Feng questioned.

“No. There’s another option: I handle this myself by killing everyone irrelevant. The ghost hiding among us will naturally be exposed. It’s just that it might be a bit inconvenient for you all,” Yang Jian said as his gaze swept coldly over the group.

His eyes made everyone he looked at—Wang Feng, Qu Hongtao, Eagle, Leuk Qingqing, and others—instantly tense up, their hearts racing in fear that Yang Jian might truly take action against them.

After all, Yang Jian was fully capable and willing to carry out such a plan.

“However—if I kill all of you, I’ll also have to deal with the ghosts inside your bodies. That would be an even bigger hassle for me. It’s much easier to contain one ghost while you’re alive. If you’re dead, this room might turn even more dangerous than outside,” Yang Jian added after a pause.

Hearing this, everyone let out a collective sigh of relief.

As long as he didn’t act recklessly, they’d be safe for now.

“In that case, we’ll just wait it out. Life or death—it’s down to fate,” Leuk Qingqing said, giving Yang Jian a glance before falling silent.

Wang Feng also remained quiet, tacitly agreeing to this approach.

The heated argument came to an abrupt halt, and the room plunged into uneasy silence.

A great writer once said: Inside a room full of people, if you propose opening a window, everyone will oppose it. But if you propose tearing off the whole roof, they’ll suddenly be okay with opening the window.

Yang Jian proposed ripping off the roof—killing everyone—and the others recognized that they’d all certainly die. Waiting quietly in a room with a ghost became a much more appealing alternative.

After all, it wasn’t a guaranteed death.

With so many people, the ghost couldn’t possibly target everyone. There was an eight-to-one chance of survival.

Maybe the ghost would be stupid enough to provoke Yang Jian and get itself dealt with—that was always possible.

With this in mind, some saw the plan as feasible.

Yet from this point onward, everyone silently put distance between themselves. Trust was no longer an option; even Wang Feng and his two companions grew distrustful of one another.

Leuk Qingqing’s earlier words had planted undeniable seeds of doubt.

Yang Xiaohua, however, was different.

She wasn’t afraid of whether Yang Jian was the ghost or not. She simply stayed by his side without daring to leave for even a moment.

An air of fear and uneasiness began to spread throughout the room.

Outside the door, the sound of rapid footsteps continued to echo, never fading away.

Now, ghosts stalked both inside and outside the room.

No place was truly safe.

Staying inside might mean death, but venturing outside seemed even more dangerous.

“I don’t want to stay here. I want to hide in the wardrobe. Sitting here feels like waiting to die. If I have to wait, I’d rather pick a safer spot,” said Qu Hongtao suddenly, standing with the intention of leaving.

Yang Jian glanced at him. “If you go into the wardrobe, I’ll kill you right now.”

Qu Hongtao immediately froze and shrank back silently.

“What if I hide there? Please, I’m begging you,” Yang Xiaohua whispered, her voice trembling slightly with a hint of pleading. “I have no ability to resist the supernatural. Wang Shan’s dead, and I’m sure I’ll be next. If the ghost kills anyone, it’ll go for the easiest target. I’m the most likely to die.”

“The wardrobe won’t stop the ghost’s attacks. Why do you think it’s any safer? Hiding in there just mutes some sound and movement, nothing more. If it were so secure, those three wouldn’t have left it earlier,” Yang Jian said calmly, glancing at the wardrobe.

“It’s better than nothing, isn’t it?” Yang Xiaohua asked uncertainly.

“Suit yourself. I promised to look after you, but if you’re bent on dying, I won’t stop you,” Yang Jian replied coldly.

“I… I understand.”

Yang Xiaohua abandoned the idea reluctantly.

After this brief clash, the room fell into silence once again.

Unbeknownst to them, midnight had arrived.

So far, everything remained calm. No one else had died.

This made some begin to doubt whether Wang Shan had truly been killed by the ghost from the fourth floor. Why hadn’t it shown up again after all this time?

But as they waited in tense stillness, new noises began to surface outside the room.

“Bang! Bang!”

Low, dull thuds echoed through the hallway of the postal office building.

The ghost had started banging on something once more.

Judging by the sound, the ghost was knocking on a door.

It seemed to be the door of the room across the hall. Though the sound was deeply unsettling, the ghost seemed far enough from Room 404 for them to disregard any imminent danger—for now.

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