39: Chapter 39 This isn't a ghost! This is clearly a man being forcibly locked up!

Zhang Wei took a deep breath, as if summoning up all his courage, and began to recount his experience.

"Master, I'm a sophomore."

"Our school rearranged the dorms last week, and I moved into this room."

"At first, everything was fine, but starting from the third day, strange things began to happen."

As Zhang Wei said this, his body trembled uncontrollably, his eyes filled with fear.

"Every night when I sleep, as soon as I close my eyes, I feel like someone... no, something is pressing down on me."

"It's incredibly heavy! Really heavy! It's like being pinned down by a massive boulder, pressing against my chest so I can't breathe at all."

"I want to scream, but no sound comes out of my throat; I want to move, but my limbs won't obey me."

"This must be the legendary ghost pressing on the bed, right?"

Zhang Wei became more agitated as he spoke, his eyes turning red.

"And the scariest part is..."

He raised his hand to touch his neck, his voice tinged with a sob.

"I can feel that thing right next to my face."

"It's blowing air onto my neck!"

"The feeling is so real—damp, hot, and there's this... indescribable, strange smell."

"Master, I'm really on the verge of a breakdown."

"Have I been haunted by something unclean? Did someone die in this dorm before?"

As Zhang Wei spoke, he stared at the barrage on the screen.

Those spectators, who loved nothing more than a good show, were already writing horror stories in the chat.

"Confirmed! This is a vengeful ghost claiming a life!"

"Damp, hot breath? It's trying to drain your Yang energy!"

"Young man, do you have any red marks on your neck? That's a ghost kiss!"

"Move out quickly! The feng shui in this dorm is disastrous!"

Seeing these comments, Zhang Wei's face turned even paler, and he curled up in his chair, shivering.

"Master, help me! I don't want to die!"

Su Yun looked at Zhang Wei, who was practically wetting himself on screen, and then at the comments from those who loved to stir up trouble, sighing helplessly.

These people—their imaginations were bigger than black holes.

"Alright, stop scaring yourself."

Su Yun interrupted Zhang Wei's sobbing.

"Lift your head and look at the camera."

Zhang Wei obediently lifted his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed intently on Su Yun, as if clinging to the last straw of hope.

"System, activate Tianji Divine Calculation."

Su Yun recited silently in his heart.

Hum!

A golden light, visible only to him, flashed across his eyes.

The system panel instantly expanded, and information about Zhang Wei scrolled out like a stream.

[Name: Zhang Wei]

[Age: 20]

[Occupation: University Student (Sophomore)]

[Recent Fortune: From extremely ominous to extremely auspicious (About to experience a nationwide social death, but the sleep disorder that has plagued him for days will be completely cured, and his physical functions will recover rapidly).]

[Past: A staunch materialist, until moving into the mixed dorm last week, leading to mental exhaustion from overthinking and mistakenly believing he was haunted by a vengeful ghost...]

[Future: Upon learning the truth about the "ghost pressing," he will be filled with shame and anger, apply to change dorms overnight, and become the school forum's annual "Touching China" comedic figure...]

[Sin Value: 0]

[Detailed Crimes: None (This target is simple-minded, commonly known as "pure stupidity").]

Su Yun's gaze scanned the text quickly, finally fixing on the truth behind Zhang Wei's "ghost pressing."

The next second, the expression on his usually serious, aloof "Master" face suddenly became incredibly colorful.

What the hell, this isn't a vengeful ghost claiming a life?

This is clearly a case of "strong man locking a man"!

And the physical kind of lock, at that.

No wonder Zhang Wei said the thing pressing on him felt heavy and hot.

It's a 180-jin athlete; of course it would be heavy!

Su Yun imagined the scene and immediately got goosebumps.

The image was too beautiful; he didn't dare to look.

On screen, Zhang Wei was still shivering, his face full of helplessness.

"Master, why aren't you saying anything?"

"Is it... is it because that ghost is too powerful? Even you can't do anything about it?"

Looking at Zhang Wei's face, which was written all over with "pure stupidity," Su Yun forced down the smile at the corners of his mouth.

For the sake of merit points and the show's effect, he had to keep acting.

Besides, it wouldn't be fun to just say it out loud.

Such a shocking piece of gossip had to be peeled back layer by layer to be truly savory.

Su Yun cleared his throat and put on an inscrutable expression.

He furrowed his brows slightly and tapped his fingers on the desk twice.

"This matter, well, it is indeed a bit tricky."

"But it's not unsolvable."

When Zhang Wei heard there was a solution, he immediately pressed his face against the screen.

"Master! Tell me! As long as you can save me, I'll do whatever it takes!"

Su Yun picked up his teacup, using the act of drinking tea to hide the twitching at the corners of his mouth.

"Don't be in such a rush."

"Let me ask you, how many people live in your dorm?"

Zhang Wei was stunned for a moment, then answered honestly: "Four."

"But the other two roommates are locals; they basically don't live on campus, only coming back occasionally to grab something."

"So most of the time, it's just Brother Qiang and me in the dorm."

Su Yun raised an eyebrow.

"Brother Qiang?"

"Yes, Wang Qiang."

Zhang Wei nodded, his eyes showing not a shred of suspicion, but rather a sense of trust.

"Brother Qiang is a sports student, he practices Sanda, and he's very strong."

"He's also a really good person, he takes good care of me usually."

"My physical condition is poor, so he often shares his protein powder with me, saying it's to help me build up strength."

Hearing this, Su Yun nearly spat out the tea in his mouth.

Good grief.

Is this the legendary "fatten you up before eating you"?

This Wang Qiang, he's something else.

Su Yun suppressed his laughter and continued to fish for information.

"Oh? It seems you two have a good relationship."

"That's for sure!"

Zhang Wei said, looking proud.

"Brother Qiang often praises me. He says although I'm thin, my skin is fair, and it feels good to touch..."

"Uh, no, I mean, he says I look like someone who needs protecting."

Pfft!

The chat in the live stream exploded.

The car was moving too fast, and the doors had been welded shut.

"Fair skin? Feels good to touch? Young man, something's not right with you!"

"This is brotherhood? This is clearly overflowing with gay vibes!"

"Zhang Wei: He's praising me! Netizens: He's lusting after your body!"

"Don't talk nonsense, upstairs. Maybe it's just pure brotherhood? (Funny face for self-preservation)"

Looking at the chat, Su Yun thought to himself that this generation of netizens really knew what was up.

Only Zhang Wei, this silly kid, was still being kept in the dark.

"Alright, I understand the basic situation."

Su Yun interrupted Zhang Wei's self-indulgence.

"Now, take your phone and walk around the dorm. I want to see your room's feng shui layout."

"Remember, go slowly, and don't miss any corners."

Zhang Wei didn't dare to delay and quickly stood up.

"Alright Master, I'll turn around now."

He held up his phone and started wandering around the dorm.

It was a standard four-person room.

Beds above, desks below, with an aisle in the middle.

Shoes were thrown all over the floor, and the desks were piled high with books and takeout boxes.