Chapter 1 The Appearance of a Player?

"You, you, you, you're a player?"

The sudden appearance of Mu Chen caused quite a stir. Aside from Lu Xiaoyao, whose mind was a bit out there, who squealed with excitement, the other players who had just finished their boxed lunches were all startled.

Not only Mu Chen, but also the two male undead standing in the corner by the door, with pale faces, who Mu Chen had brought back with him, also drew everyone's attention.

"Yes."

Mu Chen nodded, acknowledging Wang Wenfei's question. He was indeed a player.

Hearing Mu Chen speak, Yuan Fang and Zhen Po were cursing him in their minds!

You can talk, but you didn't say a word before?!

Ignoring the resentment from Yuan Fang and Zhen Po, Mu Chen stood up. Casually, he used the same posture he had used to pull Mingmei earlier to help her stand up, then quickly let go, lowered his eyes, and stood obediently to the side.

He looked like a primary school student being punished.

He probably knew that Mingmei would come after him for his sudden appearance, so he was preemptively admitting his mistake.

[Scheming dog man!]

Gui Gui, through Mingmei's perspective, naturally saw the undead player!

Hearing Gui Gui say this, Mingmei couldn't help but shift her gaze, feeling a little guilty.

She didn't even have time to think about settling accounts with him!

That touch just now, did she accidentally kiss him?

No way, no way?

Mingmei didn't even consider whether she had been kissed; instead, she was proactively thinking about what to do if she kissed him.

Did she have to take responsibility?

Mingmei avoided looking at Mu Chen and instead followed everyone else in looking at the two undead standing in the corner by the door.

"They are Mete and Nale," Mu Chen immediately reminded her helpfully when he saw Mingmei looking over.

Mingmei: "Mmm..."

Everyone: ?????

You're not reminding us, who are you reminding, an NPC?

Lu Xiaoyao: Oh, hahaha! This is so shippable! Is this the legendary "A Chinese Ghost Story?"

She didn't know that her livestream had been shut down for being too violent and bloody, and she was already imagining the editing masters in her livestream using their clever minds to start gathering material for new content!

Seeing everyone turn to look at them, a flaxen-haired man with a more refined appearance spoke first: "Hello, I am Nale."

"I'm Mete." Another slightly stout man, who looked like a straightforward and decisive person, also introduced himself.

"Can you tell us what's going on in this building?"

Now that the main characters had arrived, and they didn't seem like evil spirits, the two undead were immediately surrounded by everyone, who eagerly asked them what was going on here.

"Ask him." As he said this, Mete glared at the refined Nale, as if he had already decided that everything here was his fault.

Nale smiled sheepishly at this before explaining the whole story.

According to Nale's description, the players' earlier speculation when they realized something was wrong was actually quite close.

"Before Martha met me, her ex-boyfriend was a violent man who was very controlling. Luckily, they weren't together for long. He got into a fight with someone while drunk in a bar and was shot to death. Later, we met and started dating and got married."

When he said this, a hint of shyness seemed to flash across Nale's face, and he added, "I, I actually have some... preferences."

"Oh~~~~?" For some reason, everyone present suddenly became energetic when they heard this, and even Mingmei followed along with an exaggerated "Oh."

Nale: ...

"I, I'm not... I, I, I just like spanking."

Everyone: ????

Perhaps everyone's expressions were very telling, Nale turned his head, and Mete also clicked his tongue in speechless agreement.

Ew!

Your fetish is a bit... um?

However, compared to Martha's fetish, Nale's spanking was just a small thing.

Mete, who knew what happened later, naturally asked, "Why didn't you refute it when people talked about you like that?!"

"I, I, I refuted it, but no one believed me... And, spanking and stuff is a private matter, it's embarrassing to talk about!"

Mete: ...

I don't understand.

Everyone: ...

We don't understand either.

"Besides, Martha seemed to have discovered she had masochistic tendencies because of her ex-boyfriend, and with my initial behavior, she insisted that I be even harsher with her. Over time, I realized that the behavior Martha needed was clearly excessive, so I refused."

Nale shook his head repeatedly, unable to bring himself to perform the almost abusive acts that Martha wanted him to do.

This was the person he loved; fetishes were fetishes, but he couldn't bring himself to beat her half to death!

"When I didn't do it, she secretly did it herself. She could cover it up with long sleeves during the day, but she couldn't hide it when we were intimate at night. I argued with her, and she cried and promised me that it wouldn't happen again.

But I found that the wounds on her body were always new wounds covering old ones, never stopping. I argued with her several more times, but every time I saw her promise, I still forgave her."

As he said this, Nale turned to look at Mete, who was a little puzzled by his gaze. Then he heard him say, "But soon, I was reported for domestic violence and taken away by the police."

Mete's face turned slightly awkward.

"Martha naturally wouldn't say that I was the one who committed domestic violence, but I didn't want Martha's issue to be known by others. She's a girl, even if there's a problem, we can treat it through a psychologist. If it really got out, and I wasn't home during the day because I was working, it wouldn't be good if Martha was targeted by perverts."

"But from your description, I feel like your wife is the biggest pervert," Zhen Po said, feeling terrified. "If I had a partner like that, I would have run away a long time ago."

In response, Zhen Po's twin brother, Zhen Hu, looked at his younger brother speechlessly and said, "First of all, you have to have a partner. Secondly, even if you did, they wouldn't have run away first."

Zhen Po: ...Dear brother?

"After that, I did take Martha to see a psychologist, but it didn't work well. Martha even became more extreme and fell in love with the pleasure of asphyxiation. I couldn't hold back that one time and wondered if she really liked it that much? So, I strangled her, thinking that the feeling of pain would scare her once."

"Did you really strangle her to death?"

"No, but the next morning, Martha said she was going out to get milk and newspapers, and then she disappeared..."

As he said this, Nale looked at Mete again, and everyone understood.

Oh, that's it; we're familiar with that too.

"So you called the police later?"

"Yes." Nale nodded. "But it's all a misunderstanding."

This was also what Mete later wrote in his diary about the strangulation marks on Martha's neck and how they took Martha in, but were taken away by the police.

"So how did Martha die?" Yuan Fang, who had been listening for a long time, really wanted to know what happened next. "And what about the others in the building?"

"Martha's death was an accident. That night, I argued with her, and because I was angry and didn't want to see her, I went out to a bar to drink. Who knew that she would have an accident while playing by herself that time? She really, really died."

Everyone: =.=？