The Ultimate Horror Live Stream - Chapter 31 - Blood-Stained Love Letters

“What is that?” I asked, bewildered, glancing down at Xiumu. He was huddled up in fear, trembling and muttering incoherently.

My phone screen showed the red dress hovering outside the door, with no intention of leaving.

I took a deep breath, recalling all the campus legends I knew, but none mentioned a red dress.

“Stay calm, at least we’re safe for now.” With the door blocked, I decided to search the room. “The deceased, Shen Mengting, stayed in bed number one. For a boarder, the dorm is a place to keep secrets. I should find something here.”

It wasn’t that I was being reckless; it was just that while watching through the Underworld Showroom app, besides the terrifying scene outside the door, there were also bullet screens from the Water Friends.

“Wow, the cowardly streamer chickened out and left the Live Room to save himself.”

“Where’s the streamer gone again? Seriously? Please value your Live Room.”

“What’s that floating around? It’s scaring the life out of me!”

“Heavens above, Buddha protect us, bullet screen shield!”

“What does ‘bullet screen shield’ even mean?”

The Water Friends’ comments flew by rapidly, making the red dress outside seem less frightening.

Dorm 4118 housed four girls, with beds on the second level and desks and wardrobes on the first.

“Shen Mengting was in bed number one.” I opened the corresponding wardrobe, finding most things taken, leaving only a few worn-out clothes.

I checked the pockets but found nothing. My eyes turned to the desk. Opening the drawer, beneath some discarded papers and exams, lay a book titled “Love Disguised as Solitude.”

“Love is unbearable to behold; loneliness is the only truth. You are dangerous and cunning, leaving me only desolation and sorrow.” I smirked; this didn’t seem like something a high school student would read.

On the first page, a delicate bookmark bore the words: “Your devoted knight, Guo Junjie.”

Interestingly, the back of the bookmark had another line in elegant handwriting: “My adorable slave.”

The book was new, and the bookmark was untouched, suggesting its owner didn’t care for it.

Flipping through, a few letters fell out.

I picked them up and saw dates and names. These must be love letters from Guo Junjie to Shen Mengting.

The packaging was intact; Shen Mengting hadn’t opened any of them. Poor Guo Junjie, silently persistent, wasn’t even a backup option. In Shen Mengting’s eyes, he was just a slave to be ordered around.

I arranged the sealed letters by date. The first was from six years ago.

Opening the envelope, as expected, it was a young boy’s earnest confession, written with all the courage he could muster.

The words seemed naive and laughable to me, but for Guo Junjie back then, every word was filled with deep affection.

The second and third letters were also confessions, but by the fourth, I sensed something different.

“Why did you give the gift I gave you to him? Why did you make me run errands for him? Why did you make me hide in the closet and watch you two being intimate? You deliberately showed off your body in front of him. Don’t you know how much this tortures me?”

I stroked my chin, pondering, “To drive someone to ruin, you must first drive them mad. Guo Junjie’s sanity is being eroded bit by bit by Shen Mengting.”

I opened the fifth letter, which was sent five years ago.

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault, all my fault. Please don’t ignore me. I’m willing to give you everything. I’m even willing to be your dog! This school is full of monsters, but you’re different. I can’t live without you. I’ll be obedient. I’ll do whatever you say!”

In the letter, Guo Junjie kept crying and pleading. Perhaps by then, Shen Mengting had already decided to be with someone else, and she had grown tired of the obedient Guo Junjie trailing behind her.

“You wrote sincerely, but unfortunately, she never even opened the letters.” Shen Mengting never took Guo Junjie seriously; she simply tucked the letters away in the book, buried under waste paper.

“What a stubborn fool.” A forced relationship never works. I had a premonition that a tragedy was about to unfold.

The sixth letter read: “Enough! I’ve had enough! Shen Mengting, if you continue to be with him, don’t blame me for doing something you’ll regret forever! I swear! I’ll ruin you both!”

“A madman is about to step into ruin. What will Guo Junjie do?” Unable to guess, I opened the seventh letter.

“See? The bright red blood covers the entire desk, and the police have arrived. But who would suspect me? The weakest, most invisible one you’ve bullied all along turns out to be the murderer! Haha! Shen Mengting, I’ll make you regret it! I’ll kill every bastard who seduced you! I’m your knight, and you’re my most noble princess!”

The letter was filled with insane ramblings, and I could almost see a hysterical, skinny boy wielding a knife standing before me.

I opened the eighth letter: “You ask what I can do for you? I can give my life for you! The little gift inside the envelope is proof of my resolve!”

I shook the envelope, and sure enough, something fell out onto the table, illuminated by my phone.

Wrapped in layers of cling film was half a severed finger!

“Is this kid possessed by a ghost?” The severed piece was a small finger, though decayed and deformed, I recognized it immediately.

The eighth letter was brief, but I surmised that Shen Mengting’s attitude towards Guo Junjie remained indifferent, perhaps even disdainful. The unopened envelope was evidence enough.

I set the book aside and opened the final “love letter.”

“Shen Mengting, I know you never liked me. I understand now. I won’t ask for anything anymore. You’re just like them. No, you’re even more despicable!”

Guo Junjie finally saw the reality. Even after harming himself, he received no sympathy or kindness. The world offered him only malice.

“Accept my final gift, not just for you, but for everyone who has bullied me! I’ve consumed the antidote sent by the Buddha, and I will drown myself in the water treatment tank. I want you all to be cursed by demons! I’ll be waiting for you in hell, watching each of you in agony!”

Having read all nine letters, I felt a chill run down my spine, mixed with a tinge of regret.

If only someone at school had shown a bit of sympathy or concern for Guo Junjie, he might not have reached this point. If Shen Mengting had opened the envelope and glanced at the letters earlier, the tragedy could have been prevented.

But alas, there are no “ifs.”

I held the last letter, reading it over and over, noting one particular line: “He drank the antidote sent by the Buddha?”

“Buddha? I’ve never heard of any great Buddhist figure who would fulfill a single person’s wish by cruelly killing innocents, leaving them to wander the campus without reincarnation. This doesn’t seem like the work of a Buddha.”

“Could it be? Is this Buddha referring to the Twin-faced Buddha?” Considering the actions at Anxin Inn, it might make sense, but what connection could there be between Anxin Inn and Xinhu High School?

The letters revealed much information but also raised many questions.

“Can you believe there’s a man so foolish he’d become a woman’s dog?” Xiumu, standing beside me as I read the later letters, sneered at Guo Junjie, as if it was an instinctive reaction.

“Actually, he’s quite pitiable.” I refrained from judging Guo Junjie’s actions, as it’s my habit not to define criminals by their character, knowing that behind most heinous acts lies a twisted life story.

“How do you think he managed to take revenge on the entire school?” Xiumu curiously poked at the severed finger on the table. “My God, that’s disgusting.”

“The letters explain it clearly, don’t they? He must have ingested some poison and then jumped into the water treatment tank. Consequently, everyone who drank the school’s tap water that day was afflicted, their minds dazed. I suspect those in the healthcare room who jumped off the building did so because they unknowingly drank the tap water.” With a faint smile, I tucked the ninth letter away. “Do you think I’m right?”

Xiumu nodded earnestly. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

“You certainly didn’t think of it.” I chuckled softly, continuing nonchalantly, “If you had guessed it that day, you surely wouldn’t have drunk the school’s tap water.”

“True enough.”

The air in the dorm suddenly thickened, so silent that the drop of a pin could be heard.