Prohibit Certain Players from Contacting the Dungeon NPC!

Chapter 26: West Private High School

The city of Yun was ablaze with lights at nine o'clock at night.  Workers, weary from their night shifts, dragged their tired bodies home, their faces numb, like the walking dead.  The piercing wail of a siren screamed past them, only causing them to briefly lift their eyelids before sinking back into their own worlds.

Mu Miao sat in a police car.  He was completely transparent, his appearance slightly altered. His emerald green eyes were now entirely black, only revealing a hint of green upon closer inspection.  His inky black hair had transformed into soft chestnut brown, making him appear softer and more vulnerable.  The car window didn't reflect his image; he was dead, his body tightly wrapped in a body bag beside him.

The young police detective in the passenger seat frowned.  Handsome, with dark eyebrows and bright eyes, his posture as straight as a pine tree, he looked at the body bag through the rearview mirror. His voice was low, "This is the third case.  It was found near West Private High School again, right?"

The officer in the back seat, holding a tablet, immediately responded, "Yes, Captain.  According to our current understanding, the deceased is named Pei Nuo, the adopted son of the Pei family. He's a freshman at A University, majoring in painting. He was near West Private High School today to pick up his younger brother from school."

Fang Lingwei clenched his fist, the veins on his hand bulging.  He silently stared at the body bag, the scene he had just witnessed flashing through his mind.

In the dimly lit alley, the boy who lay on the ground looked barely eighteen, with a beautiful face and lovely peach blossom eyes closed. His chestnut brown hair lay neatly on his forehead; he was a stunningly androgynous beauty.  His lips were pale, lifeless, like a doll displayed in a high-end cabinet—beautiful, yet unreal.

The source of his demise was a wound to his chest. A sharp weapon had pierced his heart, and crimson blood had pooled around him.

Fang Lingwei had rushed to the scene after receiving the emergency call.  Upon seeing the boy lying there, he had unconsciously held his breath.

A drunkard who had discovered the body shouted, "Damn… I thought it was a pretty girl.  When I turned him over, I found out he was dead.  Don't get me wrong… this young man is even prettier than those girls…"

He reached out a fat hand, about to touch Mu Miao, but Fang Lingwei grabbed his hand, stopping him.  Suppressing his anger, he had his subordinates take the drunkard away and personally placed the boy in a body bag.

As Fang Lingwei recalled this scene, his lips tightened into a thin line, finally slamming his fist onto the car door in frustration.

Just then, the car turned a corner, the body jolting slightly.  Fang Lingwei vaguely saw a white figure—the boy lying in the body bag!  The boy named "Pei Nuo" opened his beautiful peach blossom eyes, just as beautiful as he had imagined, sitting quietly beside his corpse, his eyes faintly glowing green as they met Fang Lingwei's for a moment.

Fang Lingwei's heart jolted. He immediately turned to look behind him, but beside the body bag were only his familiar officers.  It seemed that the fleeting glimpse had been a hallucination.

The young officer was startled by his sudden movement and worriedly asked, "Captain, are you alright?"

Fang Lingwei rubbed his temples wearily, "I'm fine. Continue."

Perhaps he was just tired. The person was lying at his feet; how could he possibly stand up and open his eyes to meet his gaze?  It couldn't be that he had seen a ghost.

Mu Miao floated back to his original position, his heart pounding.  【001, he couldn't have seen me, could he?】

001 was also unsure.  【No way. Although this world has supernatural elements, not everyone has psychic abilities.  Our luck can't be that bad, can it?】

Mu Miao thought so too. He deliberately extended his white, tender hand, waving it in front of Fang Lingwei's eyes, like a timid rabbit timidly extending its paw to touch a mighty tiger, his whole body tense.  As long as the other party made a move, he would run immediately.

Fortunately, Fang Lingwei didn't react, only looking straight ahead.

Mu Miao finally breathed a sigh of relief, returning to his corpse and attentively listening to the young officer's introduction. He hadn't expected his NPC debut to end in death; he had been met with darkness from the moment he arrived.

001 said leisurely, 【This task is easy enough, right? I picked it on purpose, just consider it a vacation.  Wait for the players to come and scare them with the other ghosts; ideally, leave them in this world.  Little fool, it's not difficult, is it?】

Mu Miao's heart leaped with joy. He nodded repeatedly, 【It's not difficult, thank you.】

This way, he could slack off! Mu Miao was lazy; his first world had exhausted him.  And with this extra time, he could go find Xi Junchi! He couldn't be happier.

Because Mu Miao died of murder, his body was sent to the forensic department for an autopsy, hoping to find clues about the killer.

Mu Miao had only been dead a short time; he couldn't stray too far from his body, so he followed him to the forensic lab.

Fang Lingwei unzipped the body bag. Under the bright white light, Mu Miao's features were even clearer, his long eyelashes casting a shadow on his eyelids.

Fang Lingwei paused slightly; those lively eyes appeared in his mind.

A hint of amazement flashed in the young officer's eyes. He couldn't help but exclaim, "He's so beautiful."

Fang Lingwei agreed, but didn't say so. "Being good-looking isn't always a good thing.  Look, he's lying here."

The young officer: "..."

Even as a straight man, he sometimes thought his captain was a straight-man cancer, extremely killjoy.

The sound of leather shoes on the floor grew closer. Mu Miao looked up and saw a tall man in a white coat pushing open the door. His cold black eyes swept over the two people in the autopsy room, his voice distant, "Put down the things and leave immediately."

His assistant hurriedly followed, wiping the sweat from his forehead, his tone respectful, "Professor Song, everything you need is here."

Mu Miao sized up Professor Song, feeling that the man was written all over with a few words—bad temper, don't provoke me.

His aura was very similar to the strict teacher Mu Miao feared; a single glance was enough to make his heart stop, as if his next words would be, "Student, get up and answer this question."

Mu Miao even automatically added the next sentence, which was: "Don't know? Get out."

His hair stood on end, and he couldn't help but rub his arms.  Too scary! He would definitely stay away from this person in the future.

Song Qi habitually frowned, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room; a strange feeling lingered in his heart.  He ultimately attributed it to the two people who didn't belong there.

He said unkindly, "Get out, don't get in the way."

Fang Lingwei's face darkened. He glanced at the boy lying on the autopsy table, his fists clenching slightly.  Without a word, he turned and left.

The young officer beside him stood up for him, sarcastically saying to Song Qi, "Tch, it's just that his education is a little better. What's so great about it?"

Song Qi glanced at him, his oppressive gaze falling on him. The young officer's heart skipped a beat; he couldn't say anything, nervously following Fang Lingwei.

Song Qi's assistant was his graduate student. The student gave a middle finger to their backs and made a face.  He turned his head and bumped into Song Qi's icy gaze, immediately lowering his head and becoming completely obedient, "Professor…"

Mu Miao was also frightened by his gaze and patted his chest comfortingly, muttering, "This person is so fierce…"

This sentence drifted into Song Qi's ears.  Song Qi paused in his actions of putting on gloves, looking at the student, "What did you say?"

The student was startled, looking around, and finally pointed at himself inexplicably, "Professor, are you talking to me? I didn't say anything."

Song Qi's brows furrowed even deeper. The student's voice was rough and unpleasant after his voice change, but the voice he had heard was soft and pleasant, clearly different.

He looked around again, confirming that only he and the student were present.

Mu Miao clung to the edge of the autopsy table, looking forward to seeing how a professional would operate, but waited for a long time without seeing Song Qi take any action.

He tilted his head, taking advantage of his current ghost status to be unrestrained, "Why haven't you started yet? What are you looking at? Am I prettier? Why do you keep looking around and don't come to dissect me?"

Song Qi: "..."

He finally focused his gaze on the boy on the autopsy table, placing his hand on his neck.  Under the delicate skin, he couldn't feel the beating of a heart; he was clearly dead.

Song Qi, a senior intellectual who had been educated in materialism for thirty years, felt his beliefs waver slightly. He accidentally caught sight of a strand of chestnut hair sweeping across his eyes.

His hand holding the scalpel trembled.  His gaze shifted, and he saw a handsome boy sitting on the autopsy table, his peach blossom eyes looking at him intently.

Mu Miao blinked, waiting for his next move and urging, "Hurry up, I'm waiting to find out who killed me."

Although this wasn't Mu Miao's task, his curiosity was very strong. He would watch suspense dramas at home, but he didn't have the patience to wait for the final truth to come out. Every time a murder case occurred, he would immediately search online for the final culprit.

Now that his identity had become a member of a murder case, Mu Miao naturally was eager to know who the killer was.

Under Mu Miao's eager gaze, Song Qi slowly took off his glasses, took out a cleaning cloth, and wiped them before putting them back on.

Then, he fell silent, turning to his apprentice, "Yu Bai, do you think I'm crazy?"

Yu Bai's eyes widened, stammering, unable to speak.

Professor Song Qi was indeed excellent, even internationally renowned. Yu Bai had been bragging about being his graduate student for a long time.

But after getting to know him, Yu Bai sincerely felt that this person had no humanity at all.

He was meticulous to the point of being ruthless, strict in his requirements, and there was no room for reason in front of him.  Behind his back, the students called him the "Mad Professor."

In Yu Bai's silence, Song Qi realized something, nodding in enlightenment and muttering to himself, "Then it's fine.  It turns out I'm crazy.  Hmm… no big deal."

Yu Bai, hearing his words, "..."

What if the professor goes even crazier? Online, waiting, very urgent.

Mu Miao also heard their conversation and looked at Song Qi with unconcealed sympathy, "So you're a mental patient, that's pitiful."

Song Qi had already regarded Mu Miao as a figment of his imagination, and he began his work without distraction.

He used scissors to cut open Mu Miao's clothes, revealing his smooth body.  The porcelain-white skin was stained with blood, like camellias blooming in the snow, with a breathtaking beauty.

Yu Bai was shocked by this scene and subconsciously closed his eyes, feeling that looking at him was an offense.

Mu Miao exclaimed, his voice with a hint of pride, "I'm so white."

Song Qi's voice sounded at the same time, "This body is too thin; there's a possibility of malnutrition.  The specific information will be available after the results from the lab."

Yu Bai was pulled back to his senses by his cold voice and quickly wrote down the words in his notebook.

Song Qi examined the wound on Mu Miao's chest and subconsciously glanced at the boy he had imagined.  The boy chattered away, his eyes moving lively, "That wound looks so deep, hiss… it must have been very painful.  Looking at this, my waist is so thin, it looks so good to touch…"

Song Qi's gaze also fell on that slender waist, suddenly saying, "Indeed."

T/N: I feel like I missed some texts... but nvmd. You can just let me know if you also think I missed something!