Why are there only loser heroines around me?

Yanami saw that the data below the novel was very high and the points had exceeded 20,000.

At this level, shouldn’t it be able to be listed on the website?

I couldn't help but start to worry about Youjing, because the opponent he was going to face was not someone to be trifled with.

Losing to Tamaki, who has three years of writing experience, doesn't seem shameful, but losing to Komari would be terrible...

But on second thought, Ukyo isn't even afraid of the death game, so he probably doesn't care whether he wins or loses this "writing war".

In his view, this insignificant little struggle was probably just a short break after his "death adventure", right?

"Yanami." President Tamaki suddenly mentioned her, "Have you decided what to write?"

"Uh...it's about the same." Yanaijian said casually.

"Can I expect that?"

“It’s better not to…”

“…”

Yanami returned to the girls' room.

Yue Zhimu sent a message saying that there were no special activities tonight. Everyone should complete their "literary retreat" and finish their manuscripts, then have a collective discussion the next afternoon. In the evening, they would hold a barbecue party in the open space in front of the hotel, and finally go home.

The sun began to set, and the heat of the day disappeared like an illusion.

Yanami put down his pen. The draft on the table was already full of a page. The story was about a high school girl's experience traveling alone in Tokyo.

She has never been to Tokyo, but fortunately there is a lot of news about Tokyo on social media, so she had no trouble writing it. However, if she uploads it to the Internet, how many reads and clicks it gets depends entirely on luck.

Ukyo hadn't attended the second half of the afternoon meeting, and the game time hadn't arrived yet. So, what had Ukyo been doing secluded in his room during this free time? She was curious.

Yanaijian sent a message.

Youjing told her that he was catching up on sleep and writing some novels. He brought a notebook and keyboard with him, and his typing speed was much faster than handwriting. If nothing went wrong, he should be able to finish 30,000 words by the end of the Zhoutian training camp.

Yanajian was amazed at Ukyo's terrifying efficiency. She was a little worried that the text produced in such a short time would be of poor quality.

Ukyo said no, because he had gone over the story in his mind countless times before he started writing.

The chirping of insects, which I had never heard before, reached my ears, and time had already reached night.

In the club group chat, everyone was discussing their writing results in the afternoon.

Youjing's profile picture shows that he is online, but he is not participating in the discussion.

Yanami stared at the time at the top of his phone screen: 7:23.

It was clearly past dinnertime, but she wasn't hungry at all. Her phone's battery was almost empty. As she fumbled for the data cable by the bed, she saw the divine sword she'd taken from Ukyo's room. She began anxiously searching for information related to the game "Suffocation."

As a result, all the links that could be found a few days ago are no longer valid, and any discussion related to the game on various forums will be quickly deleted.

"What?...Wouldn't that mean we wouldn't get any information at all?"

Volume 46: Chapter : Strong Arms

Yanaijian tossed and turned in bed, her eyelids suddenly began to twitch, and the overwhelming sleepiness made her fall asleep. When she opened her eyes again to look at the time, she found that it was already one o'clock in the morning.

She sent a message to Youjing asking if he was asleep.

This was one of the rare times that Youjing replied to a message immediately.

He told herself that she hadn't slept yet and that there was still a chance to come to his room. He would lock the door at 2:50 and she would have no chance to come in then. If the game really woke something up, it would be solved in her own room and would not trouble others. He also sent her a string of phone numbers and told her that if he didn't @ everyone in the social office group chat and send "Good morning" at o'clock tomorrow morning, then she should call the above number.

There might be clues to the case in the camera next to the bathtub. To be on the safe side, he installed two cameras, one on a tripod directly opposite the bathtub, and another hidden in the lampshade in the bathroom. He was confident that he could go further than other players and provide more information to the police who were at a loss.

This time, it was Yanaijian's turn to remain silent. In the dim room, she placed her slender arm over her closed eyelids, her other hand holding her phone naturally upwards, the dim light from the screen projected onto the ceiling...

......

Ukyo reviewed the rules of the game.

Lock the door and window, then carry the ancient imitation spider into the bathroom, turn on the two cameras, and light the candles.

When the Joker was explaining the rules of the game in that old video, he said that if the game was successful, the player could see the deceased person he wanted to see.

Ukyo dived to the bottom of the pool, holding his breath. What if there were too many people he wanted to see? Would he see a revolving lantern of images? Or would his fading memories automatically select the one he wanted to see most?

His body felt slightly chilly, just like that rainy night.

The heat in his body was rapidly dissipating, his heartbeat was slowing down, and even though he was submerged in water, he could still hear the sound of wind blowing through the leaves.

His last breath-holding record was two minutes and fifty seconds, which was far from three minutes, so when he dived underwater he didn't dare to rest or come up to breathe, for fear that all his efforts would be wasted.

Time slowly slipped by. At a point past 3:03, the clear pool water turned blood red. The suffocating feeling grew stronger, and Ukyo's consciousness began to blur. Many images began to play in his mind. It was then that he thought of the insults below the video. "You're suffocating to death after three minutes? Of course, people can see a revolving lantern before they're about to die! Do you take me for fools?"

He suddenly felt like he was being tricked, but suddenly he heard a lot of rustling sounds, "Dong~!, Dong~!, Dong~!", as if a lot of small objects were knocking on the edge of the bathtub, and the sound was very dense.

Ukyo felt that it was time to draw his sword. Maori had sent him photos of the death scenes in the game. Everyone had scratches of varying sizes on their bodies, similar to "cat" claw marks. However, he had been suffocating for too long, and his blood vessels had become visible, bulging on his skin. The hand holding the handle of the sword had gradually loosened.

He stared at the pool water that had turned blood red, until the end, the person he wanted to see did not appear.

"Is this the end?"

......

Suddenly, a strike banner appeared before my eyes.

Suddenly, Ukyo realized that the place he was in was covered in English. It seemed that "Suffocation" was a success.

He saw a girl reaching for the strike banner.

"Be careful!" He subconsciously reached out to take it.

A head popped out from the white cloth, and Ukyo was in a trance. He thought of that wonderful morning when the slender and soft girl stood on one leg with ballet-like graceful movements and reached out to take the Coke that was still unplugged in the Subway that was on strike.

"Brother, why are you in a daze?" A familiar questioning voice came from the side.

He couldn't make out either of their faces clearly, but that didn't matter. He could find clear fragments of their faces from the memory disc, and it didn't take long for him to piece together their appearances. Just as he was about to reminisce with them, two hands covered in dragon scales pierced their abdomens. Ukyo thought that the unfolding was a bit too unexpected, but he soon smiled in relief. Fate had never been kind to him, and this time was no different.

Immediately afterwards, a strong feeling of suffocation suddenly surged up, as if the body's survival instinct allowed him to break through the blockade of the sweet dream. The pupils that had been dilated under the water gathered again, and adrenaline prompted his lost strength to return. He wanted to sit up from the bottom of the bathtub, but suddenly something covered his mouth and nose, grabbed his cheeks, and slammed his head into the bottom of the pool!

Something doesn't want him to come out!

He opened his eyes underwater, trying hard to see what attacked him, but all he saw was the bloody water. Until his peripheral vision caught sight of the mirror in the bathtub, he saw that there was nothing above the bathtub in the mirror. This made Youjing realize that he was facing an invisible monster, or rather, he could not see it!

The blood vessels on his neck were stretched tight, and the palm covering his mouth and nose was huge. If it was a human, this guy would be at least two meters tall.

The effect of adrenaline is disappearing, and the long-term lack of oxygen has pushed his body to its limit. If he were on the surface of the water, he would have the confidence to fight with the opponent even if he couldn't see him. But the problem is that he is now underwater. When he was lacking oxygen before, his body subconsciously loosened the handle of the knife, and now he can't even touch his Spider Cut.

While his consciousness was blurred, he heard the sound of a sword being drawn, "Swish~!" The divine sword cut into something, and the force that was strangling his neck instantly faded away, and then... a slender but strong arm pulled his arm and pulled him out of the bathtub.

The lungs regained air, and Ukyo took greedy breaths!

When he tilted his head, he saw Yanami. She was sweating from fear and nervousness, and her eyes were filled with worry. In her hand was the divine sword he had given her a few hours ago, and blood was dripping from the blade.

"I locked the windows and doors, how did you get in?"

Yanaijian grinned, "Didn't you say that if you want to find someone, there will always be a way?"

She pointed to the bathroom window and said, "I picked up a rock from the yard and smashed it open. Luckily, I've been exercising a lot lately and have lost a lot of weight. Plus, I didn't eat dinner, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get through this small window."

Her stomach was cut and there were scratches on her clothes, probably caused by the glass when she climbed through the window.

Ukyo breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, as long as everything was fine, he didn't want to drag his friends into his own crisis.

Just as he relaxed his guard and was about to exit the tub, a sunken palm print suddenly appeared on Yanami's neck. She was lifted from the ground by her neck, and her eyes immediately began to roll back. The stabbed monster hadn't left yet! Instead, he remained in the bathroom, waiting for revenge!

Ukyo's pupils shrank. Just now, he couldn't reach the Spider Cutter, but now it was different! He kicked off with the tip of his shoe, and the famous sword, sheathed in the water, flipped into his hand. The candles in the bathroom were cut off by the cold light. The Spider Cutter was unsheathed, and the angry blade swept across Yanami's head. Under the water, he could judge the height of the invisible monster by the size of his palm. This blow should be just enough to cut off its head!

The next moment, the blade was stained with blood and there was a strong sense of obstruction. Ukyo was sure that he had cut something and severed it!

Yanami's feet touched the ground again, her complexion returned to normal, and she was out of danger. She heard the sound of something rolling down and subconsciously turned around to look.

Volume 47: Chapter : The Noble Righteous Man

A black dog head, the size of a human, rolled to the bathroom floor with a gurgling sound. Its dark eyes glanced at Yanami. Its head had clearly fallen to the ground, but a hint of sarcasm lingered in its pupils. Where had Yanami ever seen such a thing? The moment her eyes met, she nearly fell into the tub, but luckily Ukyo caught her in time.

She saw from the bathroom mirror that Ukyo had his hand against her side. It was strange because his body temperature was cold. The spider blade in his hand became brighter after the candlelight went out, and the cold moon in the night sky illuminated the blade.

Ukyo's knife-wielding movements were very skillful, as if he had performed similar actions countless times. Yanami couldn't believe that Qi Huangguang and Sashimi could have mastered such knife skills.

So, before she'd even met Ukyo, he'd likely already been dealing with something similarly bizarre. Why would he risk his life for something like this, a playboy with no worries about food and clothing? At that moment, Ukyo held a far greater sense of mystery and fate in Yanami's heart than any other protagonist in any fictional work she'd ever read.

He carried himself out of the bathtub, then put himself down, turned on the light again, and began to observe the black dog head.

Yanami went to check the camera on the tripod directly opposite the bath.

This time, the situation was the same as the last time when the same footage appeared, but the camera captured everything that happened three seconds later clearly, including Ukyo swinging his sword and beheading the monster that even the camera could not capture.

Then there is this black dog head——

In addition to the smell of dog, there was also a faint smell of decay. He stretched out two fingers and slid them across the hair. Some black liquid appeared on his fingers. He put it to his nose and sniffed it. The smell was very much like the corpse oil that leaked out when the corpse was highly decayed.

But fat extracts are usually white or slightly yellowish, but the one on the dog's head is pure black.

In addition, there are other doubts -

"That's very strange." Youjing said suddenly.

"what happened?"

"I clearly chopped off its head, so why is it that after the body was separated, only the head is visible, and the body is still invisible?"

Yanaijian shook her head, there was no way she could know such a thing.

Youjing knew nothing about the supernatural things in this world. He wondered if there was an organization with abnormal management like the "Academy". If there really was one, once he uploaded the video of suffocation, the relevant organization would probably come to him.

The reason why Youjing has been operating his own supernatural account is not only to make a little money, but also to "fish". He really wants to see if there is any organization like the academy that can find him.

The "Suffocation" incident has had a huge impact across the country. If no organization comes knocking on our door this time, it probably means that similar organizations do not exist.

If there really is no organization in the world that is related to the weird, then he doesn't mind being a "pioneer". This kind of case that frequently causes death and ordinary police are helpless to solve must be solved by someone.

Finally, Ukyo looked at the black dog head on the ground.

Thinking about how to deal with this thing.

He took out his phone, found Mao Li in his contacts, and typed, "Did your argument with your boss come to an end?"

Mao Li replied quickly. It seemed he wasn't the only one awake at three in the morning; a certain detective was also worried about this.

"It worked. I joined the team successfully, but we can't find any clues to the case. Just this afternoon, one of our team members asked to try this game himself...

The members of our task force voted and ultimately passed this method with a vote of 12 to 2.

Everyone was waiting outside Rongnan's bathroom, ready to rush in if anything happened, but something went wrong! We watched the water in the bathtub turn blood red as an invisible monster pinned him underwater. We fired but missed, and in the end, we could only watch helplessly as he...

He typed all this long content by hand, and there are some typos, but they do not affect the reading quality.

Just when Mao Li was staring at the screen and feeling helpless, Ukyo suddenly sent a message.

"I played the game, too."

"But I killed the monster."

"(A JPG file waiting to be received)"

Mao Li immediately clicked on the photo.

He knew that Youjing was not a person who liked to joke. If he said he was chopped to death, then he must be dead!

"You used a knife to cut something that even bullets couldn't hit?"

"This isn't just any sword. It's a replica of the Spider-Kiri sword, forged by a forger from the Heian period. It's blessed by the Inari God himself. You should ask a professional before playing the game, Mori... Don't you know I'm a professional psychic?"

"I..." Maori on the other side of the screen typed speechlessly.

"I've always thought of you as a detective, and you never said your main job was a charlatan..."

Back to the topic.

"Where are you? I'll go find you to get the dog head."

Location.GPS

Detective Mori seemed to have overlooked the fact that it was three in the morning, and he didn't care at all that Ukyo, who had stayed up until three and had just experienced a fight, needed to rest.

In short, he came, and he was accompanied by two foreign strangers. One of them was carrying a suitcase that seemed to be specially used to carry human heads. Both of them spoke Japanese very fluently, with a standard Kansai accent, and there was no English accent at all.

As they were leaving, they bowed according to Japanese etiquette and thanked him for his donation, but Detective Maori lit a cigarette and said, "They don't know the rules. I'll help you apply for a government reward when I get back. The actual number of deaths in this case has reached 46, and even the Prime Minister's Office has been alerted."

"Considering the case's worldwide impact, it's difficult to keep the news secret domestically. The public should gradually learn the truth over the next few days. All ministries and agencies are eager to solve the case as quickly as possible and uncover the truth so they can give an account to the public. Anyone who can provide information leading to the case will receive a generous reward. For your head, I estimate it shouldn't be a problem for the Inspector to approve 3000 million yen."