The Logging In With Power Chapter 5

How does it feel to open your eyes and the world has changed?

Collin pursed his lips and forced down the surprise in his throat.

I thought that being knocked unconscious by a black card and then changing the world was fantasy enough, but I didn't expect that I would experience this sense of disillusionment of time and space in a game copy.

He just rubbed his eyes, not smeared cow's tears on them. Where did these ghosts in strange clothes come from?

Despite all the complaints, Collin still adjusted his breathing and tried to make his movements as light as possible, but he soon realized that being so cautious was really stupid.

----They couldn't see him at all.

Or perhaps these ghosts just didn't take a small human like Collin seriously. They were all doing their own things and didn't care at all that there was an uninvited guest of a different species in their territory.

Hoping that they could remain calm like this, Collin tiptoed out of his seat. His movements were light and gentle, without making any noticeable noise.

Most of the ghosts in the ghost school should not have any aggressive nature, otherwise no matter how crazy Mia was, she would not voluntarily wait in Building No. 2 for "class after dark". Collin left along the route least used by ghosts while analyzing the current situation in his mind, but there was at least one unstable factor, and that was the female ghost that attacked Hunter.

That’s right, a female ghost.

Collin remembered the five long scratches on Dan Ning's arm. Except in very rare cases, no boy would grow his nails so long and sharp.

The same goes for male ghosts.

The lights in the stairwell were bright. Collin quickly spiraled down holding the handrail, passing a few ghosts who were sitting on the steps reading or chatting.

Their mouths opened and closed, and Collin could vaguely hear a few whispers, but he couldn't make out what they were saying.

Not wanting to stay here any longer, he withdrew his gaze and continued to look down, but when he passed the corner, he saw a red shadow in the reflection of the window.

That was a woman.

Collin didn't care about anything else and ran downstairs. The "dong dong dong" sound of his footsteps was very obvious in the stairwell. However, despite this, the ghosts in the library did not give Collin any reaction. Only the chill behind him became more and more obvious.

Dozens of flights of stairs were finished in the blink of an eye as the two of them chased each other. Collin slammed the door of the stairwell shut. He thought this would buy him some time, but who would have thought that the female ghost would treat the door panel as nothing and "pass through the wall" easily.

It was when he turned around that Collin saw the ghost girl clearly: a red skirt and red shoes, her exposed skin was pale and bluish, and her long black hair hung messily in front of her face, making it impossible to see her appearance.

The two hands that were stretched forward to grab him were equally terrifying. They had ten long and sharp nails, which were shiny black as if they were poisoned. Turning his head to the side, Collin noticed several bloodstains on the other party's left wrist and the charred marks on the fingertips of the five fingers of his right hand.

Knowing that he couldn't hesitate, Collin turned around and ran into the study area on the first floor wing according to his memory. No matter what, the other ghosts in the library only cared about their own affairs, and it was obviously safer to deal with them here than in the unknown outdoors.

Collin's motor skills were pretty good, but no matter how strong he was, he couldn't outrun the flying female ghost. The lights around him gradually dimmed, and Collin could even hear the ghost's "ho ho" panting sound behind him.

Collin felt a chill on his back, and he felt something sticking to his back. The cold breath wrapped Collin tightly. His legs suddenly became uncontrollable, and his temples started to jump.

How to deal with a being without a physical body that can pass through walls? Collin bit his tongue to wake himself up. He bent his body into a soft arc at an incredible angle and briefly shook off the ghost thing attached to his back.

"boom!"

Collin quickly slipped into an empty study room nearby, and then closed the wooden front door again.

Through the wall, scratches, closed classrooms, scorched fingertips...

"I guess you could choose to bleed them next time you see them."

All kinds of clues since entering the copy world flashed through Collin's mind. He pressed himself against the wall next to the front door, pulled out the dagger swiftly and placed it on the palm of his left hand.

But the female ghost did not go through the door. Her head with long hair passed through the wall first, followed by a translucent ghost claw.

Collin reacted very quickly and changed direction, then cut his palm without hesitation and used it to grab the ghost girl's wrist.

"Sizzle----"

As if a spoonful of boiling hot oil was poured on the ghost girl, the wrist held by Collin suddenly became firm, followed by a foul smell of burnt plastic.

As her arms changed, the female ghost could no longer maintain her incorporeal state. Her entire body turned into a grayish-white gelatinous substance, and she was stuck in the middle of the wall in a funny and ridiculous way.

"Don't move." Holding down the struggling female ghost, Collin looked calm. He turned his hand and gently placed the blood-stained dagger against the female ghost's throat.

"Slash your wrists, now we can have a good talk."

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A quarter of an hour later, the female ghost finally combed her hair and revealed her face, sitting opposite Collin with an unhappy look on her face. There were many black scars on her body, and even a few round holes were burned on her skirt.

Who could have thought that this man would be so cruel to herself? The female ghost glanced at Collin's scratched left hand with fear. Aren't young people nowadays afraid of pain?

"Not running away anymore?" Collin used his intact right hand to catch the blood-stained dagger. The blade, reflecting the cold light, flew between Collin's fingers like a butterfly, causing the female ghost to shudder involuntarily.

It was this dagger that pierced her again and again when she tried to escape, and then nailed her to the ground in pain.

Refusing to answer the humiliating question, the ghost girl opened her blue lips and said, "What do you want?"

"Let's make a deal," Collin tried his best to ignore the pain in his left hand. He lowered his eyes slightly to cover the physiological tears in his eyes, "Help me get out, and I will help you fulfill a wish."

Although blood has a miraculous effect on the ghosts in this copy, the amount of blood in a person's body is limited. Collin did not want to waste his physical strength casually and finally die tragically from excessive blood loss.

So at this time, a relatively fair transaction is particularly necessary.

But the female ghost decisively rejected Collin: "Impossible, I can't send you out."

"Don't lie to me," Collin stopped what he was doing and pointed at the other person's clothes with his dagger. "You are different from other ghosts. You dress modern, with red clothes and red shoes. You are deliberately trying to become a fierce ghost."

"Over the years, four people have been reported missing from the women's restroom in the Art Building, and all of these disappearances occurred after a person's death."

Thinking of the newspaper he had read in the library before, Collin continued confidently: "The senior who committed suicide in the female restroom due to academic pressure was you, right?"

"It was you who opened the passage between H University and the ghost school, so you are definitely capable of sending me out."

"Yes, I opened the passage," the ghost girl admitted it generously after Collin revealed her identity, "but I can't get out."

"If I could get out, I would have gone to seek revenge on Ben Feng long ago. Why would I waste my days here with a bunch of ghosts who don't care about the world?"

The female ghost spoke sincerely, but Collin still noticed the loophole in her words.

"Just because you can't leave doesn't mean I can't either." A man's face flashed in Collin's memory. He knocked on the table. "Ben? The one who taught Ideological and Political Theory?"

"If I could take you out, would that change your answer?"

"Take me out?" The female ghost looked at Collin as if she had heard a joke. "Do you know what a ghost is? I am a ghost trapped in a mirror."

"Although I am lucky enough to have a ghost school behind the mirror that allows me to move, this does not mean that I can escape the constraints of the mirror."

But Collin was not irritated by the ghost's expression. He just blinked: "What if I say I can?"

"Don't try to trick me into sending you out," the ghost girl said, floating back a few steps, her red skirt swaying through the table legs again, "I won't help you open the passage."

"You don't need that mirror," Collin laughed inappropriately at this scene, "as long as you don't fear the pain, just bring Dan Ning to any mirror."

"After all, you've brought in quite a few people. You can handle Danning, right?"

Since the world exchange between him and Dan Ning has nothing to do with the female ghost, it proves that the exchange rules between them are set by the system. The copy world is generated by the system, so the rules set by the system must override the rules of the copy world.

The female ghost cannot return to reality by herself, but as long as Collin can catch the female ghost at the moment of exchange with Dan Ning, he can make the impossible possible and leave the ghost school with the female ghost.

This is the key that the system hides in the mirror world.

"Danning?" The ghost frowned. "Who is that?"

"The one you wanted to catch before but ended up hurting yourself." Collin casually threw Dan Ning's campus card to the other party. The man with tough features had a gloomy face, looking neither like a student nor handsome at all.

"It's him." The female ghost lowered her head and looked at the man in the one-inch photo. Evil ghosts kill people mainly by possession or mental torture. However, the man already had injuries on his body at that time. She was accidentally stained with blood when she was chasing him, so the hand that grabbed the man became real.

Fortunately, she let the other person go before her body completely solidified, otherwise after her weakness was exposed, her injuries would not be as simple as just burning her fingers.

Tannin, a slow, stupid and untrustworthy man.

The female ghost withdrew her thoughts and sneered.

"Successful."