Love, death, and false man

Chapter 28. The Mysterious Website
9/22—21:17
Fang Yan finally didn't have to open a temporary card and then get a refund. He got a membership at a so-called e-sports arena that was relatively close to his home, since he might be a regular customer of internet cafes.

I still have more than 17,000 yuan in my hand, which is far too little for a high school student to spend.

A corner of an internet cafe.

Fang Yan prepared to log onto this mysterious website for identifying imposters.

I've already asked the Salvation Army liaison officer about what this lousy website is all about and if there's any way to trace who created it.

However, the answer they received was extremely terrifying.

The Lord of Souls controls the entirety of history, which is all nations, and nations are complex entities composed of politics, economics, and military power.

Not just at school.

In places where people gather in large numbers, such as businesses, military camps, and hospitals, the large number of people means that the enemy can lurk in important functional positions within the same system, becoming too powerful to control and extremely lethal.

Each relatively independent system has its own unique self-screening mechanism, but the core principle is to mobilize people to find suspicious individuals.

This system, as embodied in the various universities in the coastal area, is what makes it a super-high-level urban legend.

The Salvation Army couldn't help Fang Yan at all; this was a problem that soldiers had to face independently, and panic was part of the job.

Fang Yan not only had to keep his identity hidden within the school, but also had to carry out missions with Xia Bing.

He had considered telling Xia Bing, who was now bound to him, about this, but after thinking it over, he realized that Xia Bing was facing an even more difficult situation than he was.

To maintain her identity, according to the Soul-Draining Lord's algorithm, she must remain in the public eye, which is far more dangerous than being herself.

Fang Yan couldn't imagine just how strong-willed this woman was; any fan in the audience might just shoot her. It was best not to cause her any trouble.

Gradually, I've become accustomed to this psychological pressure. The more afraid I am, the more I retreat, and the more I fall into a vortex of mental chaos. Calm down! Calm down! Too many beasts need to be eliminated, too many mind-control dogs need to be slaughtered.

Even if it's exposed, it's just murder.

After experiencing the Colt M2000 hanging on his waist, Fang Yan chose a seat in the internet cafe that offered a view of all the entrances and exits. The floor wasn't very high, only on the third floor, so he could jump out of the window at any time or chop up the other person and feed them to the dogs.

No more leisurely days. The Soul-Sucking Lord's surveillance is everywhere. According to the signed [Hunter Channel] agreement, because the [Hunter Channel] takes up a lot of server resources, it can only be opened at critical moments. In normal times, try to live like a high school student.

Fang Yan played some single-player games, but he found them boring and didn't want to see any more guns or blood.

According to the method given by the liaison officer.

Fang Yan was also logging onto the dark web for the first time and found the urban legend website.

Perhaps because I was mentally prepared, it wasn't as violent and bloody as I had imagined. The interface was clean and the UI was simple and easy to understand, but the constantly moving background image was a bit creepy.

Fang Yan had heard of it; it was either a so-called dream core or a strange core. In any case, there were endless teaching buildings on both sides, ridiculously tall and ridiculously long, completely deserted, with countless corridors and all the lights on. The sky above the narrow passage was completely dark, and the first-person perspective was sandwiched between the two teaching buildings, constantly moving forward.

[Important Note:]

For the sake of world peace, please contribute your valuable wisdom. All votes are anonymous and will not be subject to any retrospective review.

The space depicted on this webpage is a real physical entity; we will conduct a dangerous containment of the imposter.

The main interface displays only two prominent lines of text.

Then there's the school selection. All the school logos of Binhai University have been made into icons on the main interface.

Fang Yan calmed himself down and realized that the school emblem of No. 6 Middle School was actually a seabird. He had never noticed it before and only recognized it by the name.

After clicking on the school badge link, I found all the classes and promptly clicked on Class 2 of Grade 11.

In an instant, a series of passport-sized photos with blue backgrounds appeared, arranged alphabetically by the first letter of the name. The names were below the photos, some blurry from the old internet era, but the faces were still clearly discernible.

Fang Yan searched for the student who died during the day. Whether it was suicide or homicide, a conclusion was quickly reached. However, the person was no longer on the website, and no information about him could be found.

Will the world forget about him? It's truly chilling.

Fang Yan was somewhat hesitant to look at himself, and tentatively clicked on Weng Qing's profile picture. What the heck?

After clicking, a large image of Weng Qing's profile picture appeared, but the resolution was much lower. Weng Qing's expression seemed to be created by artificial intelligence, and she began to show a very fake smile and other strange expressions, which Fang Yan found a bit creepy.

Next to it were all of Weng Qing's basic information: height 165CM, weight 48KG. The strangest thing was the real-time dynamic information, which seemed to describe Weng Qing's experience today, but it was all in very abstract language, with piled-up images, like randomly generated text, with no clear meaning, and it was completely incomprehensible.

This website is refreshed daily, and the number of times someone is suspected of being a fake account is reset each day. Today, Weng Qing was only suspected once, so it seems that the website doesn't have much traffic.

It seems you can also enter text and leave comments, but that resets daily.

Several other comments were left for Weng Qing, and apart from one that said "You bitch, go to hell," the rest were all declarations of love.

Fang Yan left Weng Qing's interface and found the most popular girl in Class Two. Her photo started making strange expressions like a fake person, and she was suspected more than forty times. There were also a lot of comments, seventy or eighty.

The comments ranged from insults and declarations of love to rather outrageous sexual fantasies, and several of them caught Fang Yan's attention.

Are there really such extreme cases at No. 6 Middle School? I'm thinking of studying there.

[The Ultimate Prostitute.]

I'm going to come straight to No. 6 Middle School and ambush them.

[The ultimate model.]

[The Ultimate Chicken.]

"How...how eerie."

Fang Yan had never interacted with her, only occasionally reading her thoughts. She seemed to be a decent person. People who wear masks are truly terrifying on the internet.

However, Fang Yan realized that urban legends are just that—urban legends. Based on his experience, this woman's mental fortitude was insufficient to serve as a soldier, a charlatan, or even a henchman of a soul master.

It's very likely that most people aren't actually Ultimate Level EV users, but they've been given this title.

This is good news; it will help with your concealment.

Do good-looking people tend to attract attention from people from other schools? It seems that the world is more friendly when it comes to appearances.

But damn it, calling it "Ultimate High School Level" is pretty lame. It's obvious that the ACG community is more active online.

With a nervous heart, Fang Yan clicked on his profile picture. He had doubted himself four times, but there were more than ten anonymous comments.

Ok?
How come I have so many comments about my shallow social circle, and I get more attention than Weng Qing in class?

[This guy skips class every day, doesn't even attend evening self-study sessions, I'm so jealous.]

He's so handsome, I want him to rape me.

Sister, you're not alone.

[The Ultimate Outlaw.]

[I'm so annoyed by this guy, I'm inexplicably annoyed, I just really hate him! He's always so arrogant, I just want him to die.]

Fang Yan felt that the website didn't make any sense and seemed more like a rating and feedback mechanism, and the ratings were only valid for the day.

Like himself, the Ultimate Despair can read all students' thoughts, but cannot read how others perceive a particular student in real time.

So the case has been solved.

This website is indeed used to search for people like Fang Yan, but it collects people's impressions of themselves.

It has some use, but it doesn't play a decisive role.

Suddenly, Fang Yan remembered someone, exited the interface of Binhai No. 6 Middle School, found Binhai No. 10 Middle School, searched for all the senior classes, and finally found Luo Di's avatar and clicked on it.

(End of this chapter)