Horror Camgirl - Ch. 13: Tang Mingli vs. Yin Shengyao
Tang Mingli forcefully pried open the elevator doors, revealing only darkness inside. There was no elevator in sight.
“Take the stairs!” We hurried toward the emergency stairwell, only to find the door secured with a plastic pipe. Tang Mingli pulled a dagger from his boot and, with one swift cut, sliced through the pipe.
I was stunned. Such pipes usually contain metal wiring, yet he sliced through it as if it were nothing.
Tang Mingli pushed open the door, and both our eyes widened in disbelief.
There was no staircase beyond the door—only the familiar red-carpeted hallway of the eighteenth floor!
Tang Mingli’s brows knitted in frustration. “We’re trapped.”
A sudden thought struck me. I pulled out my phone, watching as messages continued to appear onscreen, then realized something disturbing.
My phone shouldn’t have any signal here, so how was I still live streaming?
I nearly flung the phone away in fear.
Tang Mingli stopped me, saying, “This phone is our only connection to the outside world now. Don’t lose it.”
I swallowed hard and spoke into the microphone. “Dear viewers, as you can see, we’re trapped here. There’s no signal, yet I can still broadcast. I don’t know why this is happening, but you are our only hope for survival. Please don’t leave me.”
The viewer count in the live stream room had already surpassed 100,000 and continued to climb, an astonishing number reserved for top-tier influencers.
And the gifts kept pouring in—over fifty crowns had already been awarded.
This is what I’m risking my life for. Hopefully, this broadcast won’t end up showing my death at the hands of some ghost.
Suddenly, one of the comments caught my attention.
Could Yin Shengyao be the ghost?
I glanced at Tang Mingli, seeking his opinion. He pondered for a moment before saying, “We could check on him. If he’s dead, we can at least give him a burial.”
I frowned. It seemed Tang Mingli wasn’t too fond of Yin Shengyao, either.
We approached Room 1813 and knocked, but there was no response. I was about to try entering through the bathroom vent when Tang Mingli took out a card, swiping it against the door, which opened instantly.
“I borrowed a master key card from a housekeeper,” Tang Mingli said, pushing open the door.
Lying on the floor, partially obscured by the wall, were a pair of long, muscular legs. My heart raced. Was Yin Shengyao dead?
We cautiously approached, and there he was, collapsed on the ground, eyes closed, unconscious.
“See if he’s still alive,” Tang Mingli said. “I’ll check the room.”
I slowly inched closer, my hands trembling.
He was still alive; his chest was rising and falling. If I wanted to kill him, now would be the perfect chance.
I recalled that day he took advantage of me, then heartlessly kicked me aside, his hatred burning in his eyes. I remembered my brother lying half-dead in his hospital bed, hit by a red Ferrari driven by Yin Shengyao.
Fury surged within me as I reached out, wrapping my hand around his neck.
Just one move, and it would all be over—my hatred, my pain, my sorrow would end.
“Streamer?” Tang Mingli’s voice snapped me back to reality, and I quickly withdrew my hand. What was I doing? Was I really about to kill someone? And during a live stream, no less?
Forcing myself to stay calm, I reached over and checked Yin Shengyao’s pulse. “He still has a heartbeat,” I announced.
I glanced at the comments, relieved the viewers hadn’t picked up on my momentary lapse. Just as I was about to stand up, I felt a sudden grip on my wrist. My scalp prickled as I turned to meet Yin Shengyao’s cold, piercing gaze. It was as though I’d been plunged into icy water.
It was the same look he’d given me when he’d kicked me off the bed.
That gaze was seared into my memory, impossible to forget.
“Let go!” I yanked my hand, but his grip was like iron. I couldn’t shake him off.
Tang Mingli, his face grim, pulled out his dagger and pointed it at Yin Shengyao’s throat. “Release her.”
Yin Shengyao met his gaze icily. “You think you can kill me?”
“You’re welcome to try,” Tang Mingli replied, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
The three of us were locked in a standoff, their intense stares crossing swords in a silent, deadly battle.
I forced a weak smile. “Gentlemen, let’s remember our situation. At any moment, a ghost could come for our lives, yet here we are fighting among ourselves.”
After a tense pause, both men relented. Yin Shengyao released my hand, and Tang Mingli put away his dagger.
Rubbing my sore wrist, I looked at Yin Shengyao and asked, “Were you attacked?”
Suspicion and wariness filled Yin Shengyao’s gaze as he turned to grab his phone to call for help. Tang Mingli sneered, “Don’t waste your time; we’re already trapped.”
The phone emitted only silence.
His expression darkened. “What the hell is going on?”
Suppressing my deep-seated resentment, I said, “We’re all in the same boat. Why not set aside our differences and cooperate? Otherwise, we’re all dead.”
Yin Shengyao and Tang Mingli exchanged glances, saying nothing, so I continued, “Let’s share what we know.”
I recounted our experience, and after a pause, Yin Shengyao began his own account. He’d just gotten up to pour himself some water, and as he brought the glass to his lips, he saw a shadow in the reflection. He turned, but no one was there.
Frowning, he grabbed a decorative golf club from the room, and then heard singing, as if coming from within the walls. Pressing his ear to the wall, he heard voices arguing—a man and a woman.
The woman sneered, “You want to dump me and marry some suitable girl? Over my dead body. If you don’t cancel the engagement, I’ll expose everything you’ve done and ruin your career in this hotel.”
The man’s voice turned dangerous. “Are you threatening me?”
“So what if I am?” the woman replied, arrogance dripping from her voice. “I’ve got all your secrets right here. You want to get rid of me…what are you doing?”
Then came sounds of a struggle, growing quieter and quieter.
Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the silence. Yin Shengyao felt a sharp pain in his head, and remembered nothing more.
He’d barely finished recounting his story when the comments in the live stream room exploded.
As expected, the combined guesses of these viewers had nearly pieced the story together.
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