I Have A Super USB Drive

by <unknown>

  Upon seeing this, the lanky young man frowned and realized that there was more to this affair.

  "Why did he go to the basement? Could he be hiding a secret?"

  The lanky young man hesitated and after about five minutes passed, he walked slowly down the stairs…

  He had to admit that Office Building No. 1 had been around for a long time. As the lanky young man descended bit by bit, gradually the air began to smell moldy.

  Not only that, even the voice-activated lights at the bottom of the stairs were out. When he reached the second basement floor, the entire corridor was already pitch black. Seeing this, the lanky young man immediately opened his backpack and took out a powerful flashlight.

  With a click, the flashlight emitted a strong beam, illuminating the path leading to the third floor underground.

  "Gasp, something's wrong…"

  However, the lanky young man still felt uneasy. He only felt an inexplicable sensation washing over him. He could not tell what it was, but it made his heart pound.

  Therefore, he took out a yellow thermometer from his backpack again, pointed it toward the front, and clicked.

  "Beep!"

  With only one beep, the LCD screen of the temperature-measuring gun displayed the numbers — 6.3 degrees Celsius.

  "Phew, fortunately, it's not bitingly cold…"

  Seeing this, the lanky young man breathed a sigh of relief and then continued to walk downward.

  When he reached the third floor underground, the lanky young man finally saw a light, but just as he was about to heave a sigh of relief, there was a rustling sound in the corridor as if thousands of insects were climbing over the walls. It sent a chill down his spine!

  The lanky young man moved the flashlight toward the wall, only to see that the wall paint was rapidly aging and decaying. It was peeling off completely in the blink of an eye and assuming a rusty, dirty appearance.

  At the same time, there was the sound of screaming and running from the depths of the corridor. It seemed that a dozen people were running toward this place together.

  "F*ck!"

  The lanky young man could not help inhaling sharply, but he immediately calmed down in the next second. He quickly opened the backpack, took out the crucifix, and held it in front of him, then quickly ran upstairs!

  "Heh, fortunately, I've been playing Phasmophobia for two whole years. I'd better leave this place first!"

  The lanky young man said as he ran upstairs, but when he sensed that he had reached the first floor, he was completely dumbfounded because the scenery on the first floor was still the same as the third floor underground.

  Currently, the lanky youth finally saw a dozen men and women run out from the depths of the corridor, shrieking. They ran past him and headed up the stairs.

  However, before the last few of them ran up the stairs, they saw the first few people who had run ahead were coming up from the stairs below next to them as if space itself had been twisted into a strange loop.

  This scene that could only happen in a horror film suddenly stupefied everyone.

  "The spirits are trapping us!"

  Someone yelled and the group hurriedly found an alternative route and sped toward the elevator door.

  Fortunately, with just one press of the button, the elevator door opened immediately, revealing the bright and clean space inside.

  This group of people rushed up, scrambling to squeeze into the elevator.

  However, after all, the elevator had a weight limit. As a result of more than ten people squeezing in together, no one could leave.

  "Move in!"

  "Squeeze in a bit more and let me in!"

  "Stop pushing, we're too heavy. You guys wait for the next elevator…"

  "Get out!"

  The small elevator became a battlefield for more than a dozen people, but at this moment, there was a nauseating sound of splitting metal from the top of the elevator. At the same time, the entire elevator began to sway violently as if some powerful force in the dark was tugging from the top!

  "Something's wrong, run!"

  Everyone was taken aback. Someone yelled and everyone wanted to run out of the elevator.

  Even so, by the time those few people nearest the door had run out desperately and while the remaining seven or eight people were still hesitating, the entire elevator rang out with a boom and dropped down quickly!

  "Agghhh —!"

  There was a harsh scream that drew further away. Sparks burst out from the elevator as it fell into a bottomless abyss…

  Suddenly, there was only an empty black hole where the elevator had been.

  "How, how could it be…"

  The rest of the people watched all this in stunned dismay. One pretty girl covered her mouth and said in horror, "This is the bottom floor of the building. How could there be such a deep space?"

  "The spirits are toying with this place, we've run into some spirits!"

  Someone yelled as if that was the only way to vent their fears.

  "Don't panic, everyone, we'll find a way out!"

  At this moment, a tall sturdy man came out. He placated the rest of the crowd. "What we have to do now is not to panic, but to find out why this happened. We must believe in science. There must be a reason this situation has happened!"

  It seemed that the man in front of them was a respected figure. At once, everyone looked over.

  "Heh, how inexperienced, thinking that science can explain everything in this world."

  At this moment, a cold laugh came from the dark, filled with arrogance and worldliness. "Only through experience will you understand — there are some things that science can never explain…"

  "Who's there!"

  The man turned his head abruptly, with a shocked look. Besides his own student council, were there others on this floor?

  After this question, a young man carrying a black satchel, holding a crucifix in one hand, and a temperature-measuring gun in the other emerged from the darkness. A glint of arrogance appeared in his eyes and his head was held high, almost looking down his nose at everyone.

  "Who are you?"

  Seeing the youth in front of him, a look of uncertainty flashed in the man's eyes, and he immediately asked.

  "Isn't it more polite to proactively report your identity before asking for someone else's name?"

  The lanky young man said solemnly.

  "I'm Wang Liang, head of the Publicity Department of the student council!"

  The man said immediately.

  "Very good."

  The lanky young man nodded in satisfaction. "My name is Zhang Wei and I'm also a student of this school. Maybe you have never heard of my name, but I'm also a member of a ghost-hunting team. I have been in this role for two years."

  "Ghost-hunting team?"

  A man among the crowd asked reflexively, "Are there ghosts in the world?"

  "Heh, do you think I'm joking?"

  Zhang Wei said in a deep voice. He did not explain himself, just stared at the other person until they lowered their gaze, not daring to meet his eyes. Only then did he turn back to the crowd. "Congratulations everyone, you're now involved in a supernatural event!"

  "So what should we do?"

  As if clinging to a life raft, the group immediately surrounded him and asked at the same time.

  "It's very simple. If you want to exorcize ghosts and spirits, you must first determine their identity."

  Zhang Wei squatted, rummaged in his backpack, and said, "Ghosts are divided into twelve types namely — Spirits, Wraiths, Phantoms, Poltergeists, Banshees, etc. Only by knowing what type of ghost it is, will we know how to get rid of it. I just so happen to have a few tools to help us determine the type of ghost in this haunted house."

  With that, Zhang Wei took out a few candles and handed them to everyone. "Candles can slow down the decrease of our sanity level. The lower your sanity level, the easier it is to be hunted by ghosts."

  Even as he spoke, Zhang Wei suddenl
y slapped his head. "Oh, I didn't bring the pill that will increase one's sanity level, otherwise I'd be more assured in all this."

  Then, he took out a notebook. "You can put the notebook on the floor. If the ghost writes on it, it means that they're a Spirit, Revenant, Shade, Yurei, Oni, and so on."

  Finally, he took out a few light sticks. "You can also use this either for lighting or to view the wall. If it's a Revenant, Spirit or Poltergeist, it will leave fingerprints on the wall. So it can also be used to determine the type of ghost."

  Everyone immediately accepted these tools with great gratitude.

  Wang Liang, head of the Publicity Department of the student council, stood in bewildered amazement, wondering if the young man in front of him was telling the truth or just talking big.

  "Wang Liang, do you think what he's saying is true?"

  At this moment, a girl who had been silent on the side suddenly said, "I don't know why, I keep thinking that this schoolmate of ours is a little… Unreliable…"

  "Let's wait and see…"

  Wang Liang replied in a low voice.

  The girl nodded and stopped talking.

  At this moment, Chen Chen, who was standing deep in the shadows of the corridor, also witnessed all of this. The corners of his mouth could not help but twitch because Chen Chen had known from the start that everything mentioned by this young man named Zhang Wei came from a game.

  An online game called Phasmophobia.

  In other words, this seemingly explosive jargon that the young man kept bringing up was nothing but bluffing…

  Still, Chen Chen did not bother to reveal all this. At this time, he just about understood that he seemed to have fallen into a trap. Just like with the previous antimeme, the former owner of the USB drive had set another trap for him.

  However, whether this trap was laid by Wang Xi or Zhao Shanhe was a matter to be determined.

  Chen Chen seemed to have seen Professor Wang Xi's body earlier. If Zhao Shanhe laid the trap, then it would make sense. He killed Professor Wang Xi and lured Chen Chen to trace the antimeme here. There would be a high probability of Chen Chen triggering the mechanism and trapping himself here.

  Nonetheless, Chen Chen clearly remembered that Zhao Shanhe was dead. He had turned into an antimeme and even wanted to target Chen Chen, but was instead killed by Chen Chen in the hypnotized dream world.

  However, if it were not Zhao Shanhe, who would it be?

  Chen Chen slowly turned his head. At this moment, the corridor had completely lost all light and became pitch black but in the darkness, Chen Chen could hear the sound of water again.

  Still, this was different from ordinary water. This kind of water sounded extremely viscous as if it was a jelly substance that constantly gurgled.

  What Chen Chen did not know was that at this time, out of his sight, blood had flooded the entire server room from the crack that was opened. It was as if a tide of blood had filled the room.

  Chapter 437: The Otherworld |

  From the blood pool that was only a few centimeters deep, suddenly, a human hand with sharp nails stretched out, and then a second, a third, a fourth…

  At last, a woman with four arms and disheveled hair crawled out of the pool of blood slowly. Her hair had covered her face. She suddenly scuttled forward in the dim environment and rapidly clambered onto the wall. There, she unleashed an ear-piercing scream and she crawled into the darkness like a gecko…

  This scream ran through the corridor and echoed directly in the ears of Chen Chen and the many students next to the elevator. These students seemed to be rather on edge and many people screamed subconsciously.

  "What's that sound? It sounds like a woman's scream but also like the sound of scraping glass, but in reality, it's more terrifying than any of these!"

  Someone was startled and asked in fright.

  "Maybe it's your mother calling you to go home for dinner."

  Zhang Wei glanced at that person as if they were an idiot as he retorted.

  "Surely, surely not, I'm wondering if it's a ghost…"

  That student stammered.

  "Why are you asking if you already know? Why don't you quickly light your candle?"

  Zhang Wei looked at his flashlight nervously and then said confidently, "Don't panic, the flashlight in my hand hasn't flickered yet, which means the ghost hasn't yet entered the hunting phase. We're safe! If it enters the hunting phase, we only need to each find a room to hide in and anyway, there are so many rooms here!"

  "But the doors of these rooms are locked…"

  Someone said feebly.

  "F*ck?"

  Zhang Wei was suddenly at a loss. He had forgotten about that.

  Currently, Chen Chen, who was standing in the dark, also heard this sound.

  "The sound came from the location of the server room. In other words, it was a trap in there…"

  Chen Chen thought silently. He tried to contact Little X but found that the signal had been interrupted long ago. After he witnessed the elevator directly falling into an abyss, it was obvious that they were no longer underground in the previous building, but had been drawn into a peculiar space.

  Although he was no longer the same person he used to be, Chen Chen was not so arrogant as to run into danger headfirst. Whether it was the T-virus he was infected with, which was comparable to the strength of a weakened U.S. military team or his Field energy that could withstand bullets, they could only deal with conventional situations. If it was a supernatural situation like this, these powers had no effect at all.

  Everything he had experienced up until now had gone beyond reality and was more like a weapon created by a meme…

  In other words, Zhao Shanhe or another person behind the scenes had a set of memetic technology that was almost fully mature, which could induce the memetic effect to produce such complicated tricks?

  This thought occurred to Chen Chen but in the next second, it was immediately rejected by him.

  No, impossible!

  If this was the case, then why should the other person be so sneaky? Would it not be grand to kill Chen Chen directly and take the USB drive away?

  After all, if Chen Chen was faced with developed memetic technology, he would be powerless to fight back.

  Thus, if that was not the case, what was this meme, which could draw him and everyone on this floor into a strange space?

  Could it be…

  Suddenly, a spark went off in Chen Chen's mind and a possibility came to his mind.

  "Could it be that? But how is that possible… How can the USB flash drive accept such a movie…"

  Chen Chen was a little surprised but then he thought about it. "If this is the case, then I should mix in with the crowd first. I'll see what happens then…"

  Thinking of this, Chen Chen heard a whispering sound behind him as if something was slowly approaching. Therefore, he stopped hesitating and walked directly in the direction of the rest.

  Chen Chen's footsteps sounded from the darkness. Hearing this sound, everyone turned their heads like frightened birds, staring at the darkness. Several female classmates screamed at once and shrank behind Zhang Wei.

  Zhang Wei also jumped in fright, but when he thought of the crucifix in his hand and the performance that he was putting on, he gradually gained a trace of confidence. He asked loudly, "Who is sneaking around there? I, Zhang Wei, ask you to come out!"

  "It's me."

  Chen Chen walked out of the darkness. He looked at Zhang Wei and a glimmer of puzzlement and helplessness appeared in his eyes.

  This was not because of the lanky young man's boastful pretense from beginning to end, but because of his voice. If Chen Chen remembered correctly, he had heard it in Dorm 404 before.

  The owner of that voice had also been called Zhang Wei.

  Did this mean that this guy had followed him here? How excellent!

  Chen Chen twitched the corners of his mouth. He did not expect that his marvelous self, an amalgamation of "Alice"
and "Andrew", would one day be tracked by an ordinary person, without him noticing it at that.

  "So, it's you!"

  Putting aside the jumble of thoughts in Chen Chen's mind at this time, when Zhang Wei saw Chen Chen's face, he also gasped, apparently recognizing the figure from the surveillance feed. "You eavesdropped on the conversation in our dormitory before and you're a pervert with a door fetish?"

  "Door fetish?"

  Chen Chen gaped and understood that he would not have any meaningful exchange with such a person. He immediately changed the subject wisely. "I just heard a scream coming from the end of the corridor. Something seems to be approaching us from the dark. If you don't want to die, I suggest we come up with a plan as soon as possible…"

  There was a mad scramble after everyone heard this.

  "Don't panic, everyone!"

  Zhang Wei said loudly and at the same time, looked at Chen Chen vigilantly. "Ordinary people may have been fooled by you at once, but I, Zhang Wei, am different. I've already discovered a huge flaw in your words!"

  With that said, Zhang Wei could not help but sneer. "You said something was approaching in the dark, then why did you stay in the dark just now? Did you make the scream? You're a ghost!"

  As soon as he said these words, everyone's expressions changed again and their eyes turned to Chen Chen with a flash of fear and horror.

  Chen Chen frowned and had to say, "I'm human, not a ghost."

  "Oh, no?"

  Zhang Wei thought for a while, then simply held up the crucifix. "If you're not a ghost, would you dare to look directly at the crucifix?"

  As he said, he moved toward Chen Chen step by step. At the same time, when everyone was still behind him, he surreptitiously put his left hand into his crotch, took it out, and quickly smeared something on the crucifix.

  "What the f*ck are you doing?"

  Chen Chen's scalp turned numb and he quickly leaped back.

  "Haha, you've been exposed. You're a ghost indeed!"

  Seeing this, Zhang Wei laughed coldly. He moved back directly and jumped back in front of everyone. "You're not afraid of the crucifix, but you're afraid of the urine of young boys! You're indeed a ghost and you're a Chinese ghost who doesn't believe in God!"