This villain, please exercise some restraint.

Chapter 262 Lovers 21

"Please, please don't kill me, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

The girl huddled in a corner of the street, staring straight ahead with fear on her face. Her body was in a completely defensive posture, and her pupils, which suddenly shrank, seemed to reflect something extremely terrifying.

She was surrounded by bustling, noisy and lively streets, with people coming and going and the sound of people bustling about, but unfortunately, no one seemed to notice her abnormality.

From time to time, passers-by would walk through the girl's body, creating an extremely puzzling scene.

It seemed as if the passers-by and the girl were in different spaces, and no one was aware of her existence. However, in the girl's eyes, there were more terrifying things that passers-by could not see.

“Please, no matter who it is… no matter who it is… save me, save me!”

The girl wailed helplessly, her face full of pain. At the same time, she covered her chest with her hands, as if she had suffered serious injuries.

"Sister, are you afraid of something?"

A voice sounded in the girl's ears. It was a refreshing voice, concise and clear.

At the same time, a pair of hands, as cold as hers, rested on the girl's shoulders, trying to give her the non-existent warmth.

"Although I hate to say this, sister, I think we are probably dead."

"Whether it's me or you."

It was still the same voice, but the words it spoke sounded calm and normal. However, the content of the words made the girl break free from the nightmare and come back to her senses.

She slowly lifted her tear-stained face from her arms. In her hazy vision, she saw a young man wearing a washed-out shirt. However, the refreshing aura emanating from the young man and the smile on his lips calmed her down from her extreme nervousness.

"How is that possible? How could I possibly die... And you, you only look eighteen or nineteen years old. You don't look like someone who would die..."

The girl murmured to herself.

"Life is unpredictable, sister. We always think we will have a brilliant life, but sometimes, our final destination is just a wandering soul."

"But there's nothing to be sad about, is there?"

The girl stood up, wiped her tears, looked around, and realized that everything that had just happened seemed to be an illusion. The bustling crowd passed through her body, and she was like a transparent person.

"People like us who have died relive our own deaths every day, just like a daily routine. My sister might have just died, so she wasn't familiar with these tasks at first, but over time, she became numb to them."

"Sometimes I think it's pretty miserable. Even if I become a wandering soul, I still have homework to do every day."

"But seeing incredible people doing incredible things for incredible reasons every day, when I think about it occasionally, it's actually quite interesting."

The boy smiled again, and the girl stared at that smile. She seemed to see a hint of bitterness and self-mockery before the smile bloomed, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"My sister was killed by someone, right?"

The boy asked.

"Yes, yes, by my ex."

The girl thought for a moment and said in a collapsed tone that the memories she had tried so hard to get rid of suddenly flooded into her mind and she almost fainted.

But unfortunately, there is no such thing as a wandering soul fainting.

: I was killed too, sister.

"I was killed by my sister."

The boy said with a smile.

“I…I!”

The girl pointed at herself as if she had heard a ghost story and couldn't help but step back.

The boy shook his head, feeling a little helpless.

"What are you thinking, sister? I've been raped by my own sister."

He reached out and pointed forward, "Look, sister, do you see that mental hospital up ahead? I was restrained there for a long time, and only after I was completely dead was I able to wander free."

"Sister, you are the first person like me that I have met in this area."

"So I'm very happy to see my sister."

"This way, I won't be alone."

The boy said with a slight smile, as if he was genuinely happy.

But soon, the smile on his lips disappeared, replaced by slightly rapid breathing.

"Sister, I might have to die first, so we'll see each other later."

As he spoke, the boy closed his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared out of thin air just as he had appeared out of thin air.

The girl blinked, feeling a little bewildered. The boy suddenly appeared and left, which made her mood, which had just calmed down from the fear, become uneasy again because of being alone.

She stood there hesitating for a while, and finally, she turned her gaze to the hospital that the boy had just pointed out.

Pok Oi Hospital.

This is a very famous psychiatric hospital in the city, and she had heard a little about it during her lifetime.

However, she had never been to this hospital in her lifetime, and even if she had heard of it, it was only through the news.

That... news related to that game.

The person who won the first place in the highest level assessment in the country became a mental patient because of the game "Final Choice", and the hospital he was admitted to was this hospital.

She couldn't quite remember the man's name, appearance, or detailed information, but she vaguely remembered that the poor but hardworking academic seemed to have a sister who loved him very much.

Thinking about what the boy had just said about being killed by his own sister, the girl couldn't help but sigh. They were both sisters, but if these were true - the differences between people were too great.

One was taken care of by his sister, and the other was killed by his sister. Putting them together, the contrast is a bit like listening to a joke from hell.

She didn't know which ward or room the boy was in, so she searched around the hospital. But before she had searched for long, she met the boy in a corridor.

"Sister, are you looking for me?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, then seemed a little surprised, waved and said hello.

His lips were a little purple, which made him look a little strange, but soon, the remaining purple faded away.

The girls looked at this magical scene in surprise.

The boy was already used to this, "Sister, I died of lack of oxygen, so it would be a bit awkward to do my daily tasks every day."

"If you scared me, I'd better come back to see you next time when I'm better."

The girl shook her head, staring at the boy's face that had returned to normal, and said honestly, "I'm afraid of being alone. Compared to this, I'm more afraid of being alone."

The boy was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Yeah, staying alone will indeed make you crazy."

Seeing the boy looking a little lonely, the girl quickly changed the subject, "Oh, by the way, I remember there was a top student who once took first place in the highest assessment and also lived here. You should be familiar with this place, right? Can you take me to see it?"

"I don't know if the sister who loved the top student so much has gotten over the loss of her brother."

The girl muttered to herself.

But then, she saw the boy's eyes suddenly turn red, which made her scream, but the next moment, when she looked over again, everything seemed like an illusion.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? Did you see the person who killed you again?"

The boy walked closer and looked at the girl who fell to the ground in front of him with a worried look on his face. Then he reached out his hand and helped her up.

"Becoming a wandering spirit actually has one downside, which is that you'll occasionally experience hallucinations. Maybe I'll get used to it after a while."

The boy whispered.