Daily Disposable Persona

Chapter 50: CH 50


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Bam—!

The blood-soaked severed head rolled down from the piano and struck the keys with an ugly noise.

Ye JingMing even saw the sticky blood stain left on the black-and-white keys.

A gust of cold air came out of nowhere and sent a chill through his body. Only then did Ye JingMing realize his back was soaked with sweat.

The scene was so frightening that Ye JingMing was shocked and took several steps back, trembling as he took the phone from his pocket and turned on the flashlight function.

He still had his wits. The whole time he kept repeating to himself that he was in a haunted house.

Sure enough, the moment the flashlight of the phone lit up, Ye JingMing clearly saw the evidence on the headless corpse.

—The neck was obviously made of plastic, splashed with what looked like red ink.

“Damn, what company decorated the haunted house this year? That prop’s just way too realistic.”

Ye JingMing cursed and kicked the fake head away, as if that could cover up his momentary failure to breathe.

He patted himself on the chest and felt his surprise just now was beyond humiliating.

“Damn it, where the hell is that Zong Yan kid hiding? I obviously just saw someone walk into this classroom.”

Ye JingMing put his phone back in his pocket and suddenly felt something dripping on his head.

At first Ye JingMing didn’t care about it, but the liquid smelled so bad that Young Master Ye couldn’t help but wrinkle his brow.

“What the hell.” 

He casually wiped his head and looked up slowly.

There, in the black void above him, a mass of coiled tentacles opened a sinister maw lined with fangs. This hideous expression was stimulated by the presence of the creature’s most coveted, mouth-watering prey.

“Ahhhhhhhhh—!”



Zong Yan had just reached the fourth floor when he heard the scream coming from below.

Zong Yan wasn’t sure how many screams he’d heard along the way, but this time it was particularly harrowing as well as vaguely familiar.

In fact, Zong Yan himself was a little scared. He normally never would have dared to approach a haunted house. After all, people who pretended to be ghosts were sometimes far more terrible than actual ones. But this was a special situation. He could only soldier on.

He shook his head, took out the crystal ball, and walked past a classmate dressed as a chainsaw maniac without a second glance.

“Senior Zong!”

The chainsaw maniac knew him and hounded him for a selfie. Zong Yan didn’t have a choice but to agree.

After the photo was taken, Zong Yan had almost reached the fifth floor when he ran into someone who looked familiar.

After thinking for a moment, he decided the other person was probably a student from his class. Unfortunately, Zong Yan couldn’t remember the other party’s name. The only thing he knew was that he was one of Ye JingMing’s crowd.

“Classmate.”

The other party was looking down to send a message on his phone. Suddenly his shoulder was tapped from behind. In the middle of the dark haunted house, he jumped like a rabbit almost three feet high.

“You, you, you—crap!”

The little brother had just reported to Ye JingMing’s group that he hadn’t seen Zong Yan on the fourth floor, and he waited a while without getting a reply. But the moment he turned around, he saw the main character behind him. His soul almost flew away in fright.

“What’s wrong?” The other person’s reaction was so violent it almost made Zong Yan wonder if he was cosplaying Voldemort instead of Lelouch today. “We’re all in the same class. I won’t eat you. Why are you so surprised?”

How could I not be surprised, ge! We were just discussing how to put a sack on your head and beat you up!

“Oh, by the way.” When he saw the other student, Zong Yan remembered something.

Since the other boy was Ye JingMing’s little brother, Ye JingMing was probably here too. And speaking of Ye JingMing, Zong Yan suddenly remembered the scream he’d heard just now. It sounded a bit like Ye JingMing’s voice.

“Is Ye JingMing here, too?” he asked casually.

“Yes, yes, yes!” The little brother was shocked. His brain erupted in a storm.

Does he already know we want to rough him up?

The cold light in the corridor was very dim, casting mottled, intricate shadows on the floor. The black-haired teen stood there in a black school uniform. One eye glowed scarlet while the other was dark and deep and almost couldn’t be seen.

What did that eye reveal?

An immense, dark current gathered in that pupil, and stars of light nearly imperceptible to human vision rose and fell like a vast and monstrous roiling. 

At that moment, fear gained a new, incarnate definition, and no human being could gaze on it and resist the shudder deep within their soul.

The little brother had stared at him for three seconds without knowing it.

“Ye Ge wants to clean you up, but he never replied to the message. We don’t know what happened either.” His mind was blank. As if bewitched, he revealed all their plans. “All of us except for Ye Ge are watching different floors.”

“What? You didn’t hear from him?” Zong Yan frowned.

When he thought of that miserable scream just now, an incredible suspicion arose within his mind.

There was a difference between the sound made by ordinary people when they were genuinely terrified and the sound they made when they were frightened by a ghost in a haunted house.

And Ye JingMing’s scream was like the sound of killing a pig, a heart-rending shriek.

“Where’s the rest of your group? Hurry up and get everyone out of here.” Zong Yan guessed the worst. “Something’s not right. The police should be here soon.”

He sent a message to the Dragon Group before, and lately they were on the highest alert. It probably wouldn’t take them long to get here.

As if to echo Zong Yan’s words, they suddenly heard the shrill sound of a siren through the window below.

A second later, the little brother’s phone connected.

“Hello?” The other teen didn’t know why, but because of the stare-down just now his fingers were shaking uncontrollably and his forehead was dripping with cold sweat. “What? There’s a short circuit that could cause a fire and we have to evacuate immediately?”

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Zong Yan pondered off to the side.

That was actually a really good way to evacuate ordinary people in an emergency.

Zong Yan didn’t delay any longer. The Dragon Group must have mobilized the firefighters as well. Right now they were shouting at the haunted house with loud speakers. Most of the haunted house staff had cell phones. They’d evacuate as soon as they got the news.

The most important thing right now was to find out what happened to Ye JingMing.

The black-haired teen ran down to the third floor. Along the way he got a call from He Yuan.

“Hello Little Monarch, are you inside the haunted house?” He Yuan’s voice sounded very distant, and there were shouting voices beside him. “Hurry up and come out. If it’s an intelligent creature like you said, it’s likely C-rank or above. You haven’t had your Second Awakening. It’s too much of a stretch to fight a C-class creature.”

“Okay, I’m on the seventh floor now. It’ll take some time to come down. Don’t worry, I know what to do. I won’t try to be a hero.”

Zong Yan spoke quickly as he walked into the empty music room.

The music classroom was much brighter than the corridor because part of the window covering had been torn off. Through the glass he could see the dark night outside.

Zong Yan put the phone back in his pocket. With his other hand he extracted the Night Watchman card from the gap in space and crushed it.

A second later, an English aristocrat with tied-back hair appeared beside the window with a black umbrella in his hand.

The plague-masked bird of death circled in the night sky for a little while, then swooped down and rested on his master’s shoulder.

When Zong Yan had moved in with the evil gods, the bird didn’t dare to show its face around the villa. He meekly foraged for food outside on his own.

“Go, help me find if there’s anything unusual.”

This time the Night Watchman’s gloves were white. He scratched the sharp beak of the harbinger bird, and after the latter rubbed against his fingertips for a moment, he swiftly spread his wings and flew away.

If Zong Yan had a special need, he could connect his sight with the harbinger bird for a short time, which gave him an extra pair of eyes. The benefits were self-explanatory.

After bidding farewell to the bird of death, Zong Yan intended to look around to see if there was anything unusual here. And immediately he met the affectionate gaze of the blood-stained head on the floor.

Zong Yan: “…”

Ahhhhhhhhh!

He was so shocked he almost jumped straight up. However, the Night Watchman’s innate elegance restrained this reflexive action.

It was then that Zong Yan noticed there were no souls at all in the classroom. In other words, it was a fake.

“That’s just way too realistic…” he muttered to himself. He was about to walk out of the classroom when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

There was a little glimmer in the corner, a scattered reflection of the moonlight.

A cell phone.

Zong Yan skirted the headless plastic corpse on the piano bench and bent down to pick up the phone.

He activated it, and on the lock screen a picture of Ye JingMing leaning against a Ferrari sprang into his eyes.

In this day and age you could lose anything, but the last thing you’d lose was your phone.

The Night Watchman slid the phone into his pocket. His expression grew more and more grave.

There were no traces in the music classroom other than this cell phone. That thing was obviously still in the haunted house.



“How’s the evacuation going?”

Outside, the Dragon Group had been shouting with loudspeakers for a while. People streamed out of the haunted house. The team aimed magnesium lights at the art building, brightly illuminating the structure which was decorated like a ghostly mansion.

As soon as the crew showed up, people gathered to watch from the side. But Zong Yan had guessed wrong. It wasn’t firefighters who came but members of the Dragon Group disguised as firefighters.

“Zong Yan hasn’t come out yet.”

He Yuan kept watch at the door the entire time. He hadn’t seen the familiar Little Monarch among the people who came out.

“The current chief of MU?”

This time, it was Team 6 who showed up. He Yuan came along because he had nothing better to do. The people from Team 6 had also heard of Zong Yan, but the news that he’d awakened as a Monarch had been kept well under wraps. All they knew was that this year’s chief chose to temporarily leave school to study for the Tsinghua entrance exam.

That was enough for the members of Team 6 to stand in awe.

The Tsinghua exam? Listen, this guy was clearly a study tyrant—he even became chief in his first year of school. His future was unlimited, okay?

“Yes.” He Yuan hesitated and called again.

On the other side, the seventh floor of the art building was extremely dimly lit.

Ye JingMing was trembling all over, tied to the anatomical table in the middle of the room. His lips had gone white.

If you looked carefully, you’d see that the floor of the dissection room was carpeted with thick, menacing, dark green tentacles. They were studded with luminous eyes, gleaming like something covered in viscous, slimy oil.

At the same time, an indescribable stench filled the air.

Zong Yan had found this place with the help of the harbinger bird. He was currently attached to the shadow behind the window curtain. When he saw what was in the room he couldn’t help but suck in a cold breath.

Just as he was trying to remember what kind of monster this was, his cell phone suddenly rang.

TL Notes:

Happy Chapter 5-0! ゚・✿ヾ╲(。◕‿◕。)╱✿・゚ 

soldier on – 硬着头皮 – toughen his scalp – brace oneself to do sth; braving all rebuffs; put a bold face on it; summon up courage

Regarding swear words: This story is from a site in mainland China which means the swearing sometimes involves euphemisms or workarounds. That’s why you’ll see milder swearing in the tl like “crap” or “fck” instead of the actual F word. It’s because the author used a workaround like 草 “grass” instead of the actual Chinese equivalent of the F word

put a sack on your head and beat you up – 给你套麻袋 – The original just says “sack you”, but this is the full meaning. “Sack” is used a couple of times

study tyrant – 学霸 – learning tyrant, study lord, straight-A student

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