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At that moment, Molin was about to leave when I suddenly grabbed his arm. He turned around, ready to scold me, but I stopped him with a glance and pointed to a few girls in front of us.
"That girl with long hair is Chu Fan's neighbor. We've met before. Do you know what she's talking about?"
"No, let's hear it."
Since we were at a red light, we naturally followed behind them. Jiang Xiaorou was quite eloquent and spoke clearly.
"Xiaorou, are you talking about that website where you can register and then freely view your own death scene?"
I recognized the short-haired girl too; she was the one who had been infatuated that day.
Jiang Xiaorou nodded and continued, "Have you guys tried it?"
"I heard registering is really complicated. You need your birth date and time, and there are specific time slots. A friend of mine tried it, but after several attempts, she couldn't log in. She said the server was busy. Do you think it could be fake?"
"Exactly! What kind of website requires such a complicated registration process? And only allows access at ten minutes past midnight? It sounds fake, doesn't it?"
Hearing this, Molin and I exchanged glances. I whispered to him, "The time on the photo is definitely ten minutes past midnight; I remember it clearly."
"Yeah," Molin nodded, signaling me to keep listening.
Jiang Xiaorou cleared her throat. "If it weren't for that, how could it seem so special? How could it be so popular?"
The Short-Haired Girl's eyes lit up as she asked, "Xiaorou, have you been inside?"
Jiang Xiaorou lifted her chin. "Of course."
"Wow, tell us what it's like in there!"
"I logged in once, but it came at a price. They charge thousands to tens of thousands. It was obviously a scam, so I closed it. But I heard that some people tried it, and the next day, photos appeared at the entrance—pictures of their last moments before death. And after the payment went through, three more boxes popped up showing their past lives, present, and future—all requiring a price too."
"Death Prediction?" I whispered to Molin, "Isn't that what those photos are about?"
Molin nodded. "It's very likely."
"Pfft." The Short-Haired Girl scoffed. "It's obviously fake. Rather than spending that much money, I'd rather enjoy good food and look at handsome guys!"
"But humans are so greedy; they can't resist temptation!" Jiang Xiaorou smiled mysteriously, waving her fingers in front of her. "To know about death to avoid it and catch a glimpse of the future—though it seems contradictory on the surface, for some people, this temptation can be deadly."
"I agree, and this Death Prediction is real." Another Chubby Girl chimed in. "Haven't there been reports of many students dying recently?"
The Short-Haired Girl screamed, "Is that true?"
"Yes." She nodded. "Two of the deceased were classmates of my cousin. She told me that before this happened, they all visited that Website to see their deaths. Just like Xiaorou said, they received photos the next day and brought them to school—almost like showing off! But not many believed them, including themselves. However, shortly after, they died. My cousin said one committed suicide while the other was scared to death."
"Ah, stop talking! You're making my hair stand on end." The Short-Haired Girl shivered and hugged her arms tightly, shaking her head. "It's so terrifying! Why do so many people still want to try it?"
"Because it's fun! Some people just don't believe it and want to give it a shot; in the end, they suffer the consequences." Jiang Xiaorou tossed her hair back and glanced behind her at me with a look of disdain instead of surprise. "Sometimes it's just fate; when it's your time to die, there's no escaping it."
I didn't know why. When she said that, my eyelids twitched, and I felt there was something hidden in her words.
At that moment, the traffic light turned green, and the group of them crossed the street together, leaving me and Molin staring at each other. We were both clueless, but suddenly we received a significant message, prompting Molin to make a decision.
"Tonight at twelve ten, the network will be ready."
"Are you really going to try it?"
Regardless of whether it was true or not, I was still quite worried. I wanted to ask Ling Feng if he had ever been on that Website when Molin grabbed my hand tightly, his eyes shining as he said, "Of course it's not me."
"Then who is it?"
"You."
"Me?" I looked at him in shock. "I'm very timid and don't want to die. Don't drag me into this; you go by yourself!"
"You and Jun Chong are bound by Ghost Marriage; you won't easily be harmed by ghosts. As long as the Ghost Marriage isn't dissolved, you won't die."
I frowned. I knew how powerful Jun Chong was, but I didn't realize that Ghost Marriage provided such a safeguard. Just as I was about to agree, I heard him say with a smirk, "At most, you'll just be scared half to death. Besides, you've already been scared a few times; what's one more?"
I stepped on his foot hard and then turned away, ignoring his cries behind me.
After parting ways with Molin, I went to class. Since Lin You and I had the same schedule, I expected her to show up, but she still didn't come.
However, business aside, I took advantage of my time at school to ask my classmates about that Soul Website. It turned out many people knew about it, but nearly two-thirds believed it was fake. Among the remaining third, most were people who had tried it and died afterward; others had entered only to have their servers crash and never returned again.
"Anxin, you can go ask Rong'er from the Art Department. She was bragging this morning about getting into that Soul Website and even got some photos. You should go check it out," said Li Nuan Nuan, the vice class leader, as she approached me with a stack of books. She pointed down the corridor, "Look, she's talking about it again!"
"I'll go listen, thanks Nuan Nuan."
Li Nuan Nuan adjusted her thick glasses, her eyes appearing larger than average from the outside, yet there was always a sharpness in her gaze when someone stared at her.
"Do you like these things too?"
I nodded. "Yes, I find them interesting, so I want to hear more. I'm heading over now, see you later."
"Mm." Li Nuan Nuan watched me leave, then turned and walked in another direction.
When I arrived, Rong'er was showing everyone the photos. I leaned in to take a look.
In the photo, she was walking down an empty path, looking up as if she heard someone calling her name. Suddenly, she grabbed her neck with both hands and lifted her feet off the ground, as if suspended in mid-air.
Then she abruptly released one hand and picked up a shard of glass from the wall, slashing it across her neck. Blood gushed out as she cut again and again until her head was severed and fell to the ground. Yet her hands continued to move erratically until a cat picked up her head; only then did her hands stop, and her body collapsed lifelessly.
There were numerous photos documenting the entire process. I noticed that Rong'er's outfit in the photos was different from what she was wearing now, and there was no timestamp indicating when the death occurred.
"Rong'er, did you really find this Death Photo right outside your door? It looks so realistic; it must be edited!"
"I thought so too, but some people say that website is real. So I went to check it out just to see if it was true. To my surprise, I actually got in, so I paid for it and even took a look at my future."
"What did you see about your future?"
"I found a very handsome and wealthy husband, hahaha... So I said it's all fake. If I really died, then what future would there be?"
"That's true!"
"It's all a scam, so those people claiming it was a coincidence are just connected to this situation." Rong'er waved her hand and glanced at her watch. "I still need to help the professor with something, so I'm leaving now."
"Wait, Rong'er."
I called out to her, and since I knew her, she turned back to look at me. "What is it, Gu Anxin?"
"What time did you see on that photo?"
To my surprise, when I asked, Rong'er's expression froze for a moment, her eyes filled with confusion as she stared at me. I quickly explained, "I saw a similar photo before, so I wanted to ask you."
"This afternoon at three o'clock. There's still an hour left."
"Are you not scared?"
"They say it's fake, so there's nothing to be afraid of. I'm leaving now, bye."
Rong'er seemed to really be in a hurry and walked away. Although I wanted to ask more questions, I had already asked what I needed to know. Checking the time, it was still early, so I called Molin and explained the situation to him. He initially wanted to come right away but suddenly encountered something and told me to follow Rong'er.
If that Death Prediction was real, then Rong'er would definitely die in an hour.
"However, I think it's better if you stop her from leaving the school for now. I just found out some information; if my calculations are correct, that photo is definitely real. So stop her first and we'll talk after the time of death has passed. I'll rush over as soon as I can."
"Alright."
After I hung up the phone, I was about to look for Rong'er when I was suddenly called by Qi Zhi. "Anxin, where are you going?"
"Professor Qi."
"I told you to call me Qi Zhi."
"Qi Zhi."
"Mm." Qi Zhi responded with satisfaction and suddenly reached out his hand toward me. I instinctively took a step back, but he grabbed my arm with one hand. "Don't move."
He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and smiled. "Your hair is a bit messy; why don't you take better care of it? Oh, is that a bell?"
He touched the bell on my hair, and I nodded. "Yes, it's just a bell hair tie."
"That's quite special. Aren't you wearing the Hairpin anymore?"
"Hehe, sometimes you need to change things up!" I smiled slightly at him, just as I was about to make an excuse to leave when suddenly a woman's scream pierced the air.
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