Frightening Joke: Above the Mist-Chapter 354: Modified - Difference

Eighteenth Middle School.

"Boom——"

Another thunderclap exploded, and the storm grew increasingly exaggerated.

Bai Yanliang and Bai Yanren stood in front of the toilet, their faces pale under the lightning.

Although both had mentally prepared for the haunted toilet, they couldn’t stop trembling as they got closer.

This feeling was more evident in Bai Yanliang; he didn’t feel any fear, but Zhang Yun’s body kept shaking.

The toilet door was ajar, continuously seeping a bloody red color.

"Hoo..."

Bai Yanren took a deep breath.

"In this kind of ghostly place, anyone would avoid it if they could..."

"Hmm."

Bai Yanliang responded, his eyes falling on the blood-red color spilling from the toilet.

This was the most terrifying aura he had sensed so far.

Although he remained highly calm in his mind, some parts of his body began to malfunction on their own.

After glancing at the eerie blood-red, his gaze shifted to Bai Yanren.

He was trembling.

He was afraid.

Or rather, his fear was even more intense than Bai Yanliang’s because he was a normal person. This eerie red seemed to amplify human senses to a terrifying extent, allowing Bai Yanren to clearly feel his heartbeat, his blinking, the flow of his blood...

And, the faint strange sounds from inside the toilet.

If it weren’t for the mission requirement or being framed, Bai Yanliang would never come to such a place voluntarily.

Yet, Bai Yanren had come.

From his words, Bai Yanliang gathered a lot of information.

Dr. Zhou, Eight Prisons collaboration, the door, First Prison...

Although many words sounded mysterious, Bai Yanliang knew from Bai Yanren’s earlier words that he was indeed an ordinary person.

A person without any superpower.

Coming to such a place alone was a near-death experience.

Humans are powerless against fierce ghosts.

Under the protection of the "Prison," one might live by the rules, even defeat ghosts, but in reality, humans have no chance of fighting back.

Why would he still come alone to find some door?

Bai Yanliang wanted to ask him.

Although he could understand that the door’s function must be extremely important, could its importance really be weighed against one’s life?

At least to Bai Yanliang, life was the most important.

He understood this was the biggest difference between him and Bai Yanren.

This was also the main reason he dared not face Qi Nian and the others’ emotions.

He had disguised himself perfectly, almost forgetting his own nature, and they... simply fell for the gentle and reliable "Bai Yanliang" who wouldn’t abandon his companions.

But the real Bai Yanliang, from start to finish, was a cold-hearted person...

For example, at this moment, even knowing the door’s importance, if it seriously threatened his life, Bai Yanliang wouldn’t take a step closer.

He never had the thought of sacrificing for others.

Not for a single moment.

It seemed that Bai Yanren noticed Bai Yanliang’s gaze and turned his head to look at him.

Seeing the calm face of this "young girl," Bai Yanren was somewhat surprised.

"Aren’t you afraid?" ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"No." Bai Yanliang shook his head.

Bai Yanren turned around, looking seriously at Bai Yanliang. In his eyes, since the "young girl" switched to her second personality, there had been no emotional fluctuation.

"You... have no emotions?"

"Hmm." Bai Yanliang didn’t hide it.

In fact, he had accepted that he couldn’t perceive emotions and even considered it a good thing.

Emotion is the enemy of thought.

Without emotion, he was the most perfect self.

Calm, composed, steady, precise, efficient.

But... the moment Qi Nian died, Bai Yanliang could sense he was imperfect.

Although his eyes were blind, he could hear a crack breaking within his heart, a foreign emotion rushing through him, still present to this day.

It was called sadness.

Because of its existence, he had become weaker.

He didn’t want similar situations to continue happening.

Emotion is a weakness, a poison.

"It seems you aren’t alike." Bai Yanren said regretfully, shaking his head.

"Who?" Bai Yanliang looked at him.

"My brother," Bai Yanren smiled, "You can’t be friends. Though he’s smart, he’s even more melancholic than I am."

Bai Yanren’s words didn’t sound like a joke.

But Bai Yanliang froze upon hearing them.

Because Bai Yanren’s description didn’t match his memory of himself at all...

He remembered losing emotions since he became aware, not at all the melancholic person Bai Yanren described.

"You..." Bai Yanliang began, then heard the sound of rushing water!

"Shh..."

Bai Yanren immediately crouched down, staring intently at the toilet.

This sound, was someone flushing the toilet?

Who would be in there using the toilet at this moment?

"Do you know Russian Roulette?" Bai Yanren whispered.

"Hmm."

"Now, we have two situations before us: one, the toilet is the door. Two, the toilet is haunted."

Bai Yanren whispered, "If it’s the ’door,’ there’s a sliver of hope, but if it’s haunted... we can only see whose life is tougher."

Bai Yanliang understood the latter half of his words, that ghosts naturally harbor malice against humans and would never spare the living. Their abilities are strange and varied, and running away would indeed depend on luck if encountered.

But what did the first half mean?

"Why is the door safer than the ghost?" Bai Yanliang whispered.

"Because we can handle the door, but not the ghost," Bai Yanren looked at Bai Yanliang, "I’ll ask one last time, do you... want to go in?"

"Hmm." Bai Yanliang had no hesitation.

He knew his brother would at least be safe on this trip, but two days later, he would die at the hands of the "self."

He must find out what his brother encountered behind that so-called door.

Bai Yanren gave him a deep look and said, "Alright, remember... if it’s the door inside, pretend you are the ghost."

"The best way is to control all your emotions, not showing any emotional fluctuation..." Bai Yanren paused, giving Bai Yanliang a meaningful look, "That should be very easy for you."

Bai Yanliang didn’t respond, but waves surged in his heart.

Pretend to be a ghost?

Suppress all emotions?

In other words, ten years ago, the cursed ones had already studied the general features of ghosts.

That is... no emotions.

Ghosts... have no emotions...

The two fell into a sudden, yet brief, silent atmosphere.

Soon, Bai Yanren stood up and walked toward the toilet’s exterior door, which was blood-red as if about to drip.

Then, Bai Yanliang saw Bai Yanren, just before pushing the door, pull a pill from his pocket and put it into his mouth.

Afterward, he turned to look at Bai Yanliang, his face completely void of expression.

"And I need a little help from some drugs."

The cold words echoed between them.

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