Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 286: Chapter 247: The Handsome and Talented Mr. Wen

"Miss Qu, the readers’ reviews are quite fair, and I really appreciate your courage, but you need to improve your observation of details," Mr. Wen said, massaging Qu Yi as he pointed out her issues, which gave her a strange feeling amidst the tension—as if the ghost behind her was not a ghost, but a kind and familiar boy next door.

"Thank you, Mr. Wen, it’s just a game, after all, I hope... I hope you won’t take it too seriously." Qu Yi caught Mr. Wen’s hand, which was massaging her, and gently shook it. Her cheeks flushed, her voice timid and coquettish, "Mr. Wen, could you please help me? I really want to win, and if you like, I can stay with you until before midnight."

In her desperation, Qu Yi went all out, even willing to use her charm, especially since the novelist Mr. Wen was quite a catch himself.

In Qu Yi’s view, before midnight, these ghost tenants still retained most of their human characteristics, and as long as she didn’t anger them during the task, she could coexist peacefully with them.

After all, what could a novelist who spent all his days at home writing have seen? A beautiful woman throwing herself at him should be more than welcome.

But the next second, her hand was harshly thrown away, and when she turned her head, she saw Mr. Wen’s angry face, "You want to win? If you want to win, be smart, pay attention, observe, instead of being cunning. Start with my identity, my habits and preferences."

"Stay with you? Why would I stay with you! Aren’t we writing the book? The readers are waiting to see. If there’s no update by midnight, then we miss the update—do you know how terrible that is? What do you expect the readers to think of me? Don’t I have any dignity?!" Mr. Wen grew angrier as he spoke, angrily slapping the table.

Qu Yi was terrified, standing up shakily, at a loss, tears nearly bursting from her eyes, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry Mr. Wen, I... I didn’t know you were so busy."

"Cut the crap, after dealing with you, I still have to write!" Mr. Wen picked up Qu Yi and dropped her on the sofa, then covered his own eyes with a black cloth, faced the wall, and a new round of the game began.

This time, having learned her lesson, Qu Yi also gave up on her unrealistic fantasies. To survive, she had to rely on her own real skills.

She suspected that her failure last time was because the Writing Ghost heard her footsteps, so this time Qu Yi immediately rushed to the bathroom, turned on the faucet and shower head, and set the water flow to maximum. Then she went back to the living room and turned on the tap near the kitchen sink as well, letting the water gush out with a "whooshing" sound.

That wasn’t all; Qu Yi also started the washing machine. The once quiet room suddenly became lively. At the same time, Qu Yi noticed that the comments on the computer screen were rapidly refreshing. She leaned in to see, and found that many people commented that she was teachable.

The intense atmosphere greatly strained Qu Yi’s potential, her mind whirred at high speed as she started to think about the Ghost Writer’s behavioral habits.

Last time, after he searched the storeroom, he immediately rushed to the bedroom. This probably meant that subconsciously, he didn’t think she would hide in the most dangerous living room. And considering that last time he caught her behind the sofa in the living room, Qu Yi deduced that the Ghost Writer would likely leave the living room search to last again. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Scanning the room, the living room wasn’t small, but there weren’t many spots that could conceal a person without looking conspicuous.

To be precise, Qu Yi even thought it was an impossible task.

But she had no other choice. The readers were extremely picky, and she only scored 5 points in the first round. It was already impossible to catch up and win in the scoring round.

The living room was only so big; the places that could hide a person were inside the wardrobe, behind the sofa, behind the curtains, the corner, and there was also a small bed, which wasn’t for sleeping. It was covered with various items and dirty clothes, and it looked like one could hide under it too. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Of course, Qu Yi was petite, so if she curled up her body, she could also try hiding on top of the wardrobe, but it was too high, and she couldn’t climb up quickly.

This time she chose to hide in the wardrobe, which was divided into left and right sections with two sliding wooden doors.

Qu Yi gently slid open the wardrobe doors, and inside were stacks of clothes. To her surprise, all the tops hanging there were the same style, just like the one the Ghost Writer was wearing. Who would have guessed he bought more than a dozen of the same top, and the same went for the pants.

Identical clothing filled the wardrobe; on the left half were new clothes, while the right half contained old clothes, haphazardly piled together, looking messy.

Qu Yi carefully slid the wardrobe door, thankfully without making a sound, and hid behind the new clothes hanging on the left half. She then slowly closed the door from the inside.

Enveloped in complete darkness, Qu Yi took a deep breath, drawing a cross over her chest with devotion.

She wasn’t a Christian, but if she could survive this time, she would become one.

"Time’s almost up~" Mr. Wen’s excited reminder came from outside.

"You did well this time. I need silence when writing. I hate noise the most; it could buy you some time."

The thud of leather shoes on the floor, and Qu Yi, hidden in the wardrobe, didn’t dare to breathe. Several running taps were turned off one by one, and the noisy washing machine also stopped.

It indeed took the Ghost Writer some time, but soon enough, footsteps charged into the storage room. Qu Yi knew she had guessed right; the ghost had a habit of searching there first.

Indeed, the storage room was poorly lit, and the clutter of objects made it an ideal hiding spot.

But that was precisely why Qu Yi didn’t choose it.

"Thud, thud, thud..."

The brisk footsteps left the storage room and quickly entered the bedroom, soon followed by clinking and clanking sounds as if the Ghost Writer had flipped the bed.

The Ghost Writer moved faster than Qu Yi had anticipated. After searching the bedroom, the living room was next, with the conspicuous wardrobe as the most likely target.

Qu Yi made a split-second decision and boldly slid open the wardrobe door, slipped out swiftly, closed it, and then, on tiptoes and while the Ghost Writer was thoroughly searching the bedroom, she quietly sneaked into the storage room.

Having already been searched, Qu Yi was sure the Ghost Writer wouldn’t search the storage room a second time soon, and by the time he finished with the living room, time would be up.

She slipped sideways into the storage room, not daring to touch the old wooden door, and it was pitch-dark inside.

Qu Yi’s heart thumped fiercely, knowing the time was almost up; there were at most 7 or 8 seconds left, and the Ghost Writer had just entered the living room.

She quietly shifted her position, backing against the wall, trying to keep as far from the door as possible, but the next second, a crisp jingle of bells rang out at her feet.

Qu Yi froze, not daring to move an inch, as the footsteps outside immediately rushed over, flinging the door open and appearing before her like a bolt from the blue.

At this moment, Qu Yi didn’t even look at Mr. Wen but stared at the floor; her expression could not be described with any single emotion. She saw a very thin string tied between two nearby chairs, and in the middle of the string, hanging was a green bell.

Mr. Wen still had that harmless expression, tilting his head and smiling, "Miss Qu, it’s just a little trick, don’t mind it."