Immortal in Horror Game: She is the Fortune Teller!-Chapter 163 - 162: Gorgeous Cage 9 (Besties, Sleeping Together)
Josh’s mouth twitched slightly, so he casually found an explanation: "At most, I just meditate for a while before bed, focusing on breathing to relax, and supposedly it detoxifies."
Was she really just making that up?
Rob’s eyes lit up: "Teach me! Come on, teach me!"
Josh had no choice but to tell him the simple meditation and breathing techniques, but whether it worked was up to the individual.
Rob listened intently, leaned against her to sleep, and closed his eyes: "I’m meditating now, see if I’m doing it right?"
Josh nodded perfunctorily: "Yeah, yeah, yeah... You’re really talented."
Rob couldn’t hold back a smile: "Really? So how long do I have to practice before it works?"
Josh brushed him off: "It depends on personal talent. Not everyone can truly reach a meditative state."
Rob nodded, "Okay then."
He eagerly closed his eyes and continued to breathe.
"??" Josh glanced at him: "Go sleep in your own pod!"
Rob clung to her arm: "No, no! I want to sleep with you!"
Josh’s mouth twitched: "I’m a woman, you’re a man, does that sound reasonable to you?"
"Who said I’m a man? I’m a girl too!" Rob exploded on the spot.
Josh: "...Fine, I’ll sleep in that pod."
She turned over and climbed into Rob’s gaming pod to sleep.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she lay down, Rob followed her over, lying next to her: "Josh, I want to sleep with you, it’s easier to meditate next to you!"
Josh’s face turned dark: "...You freaking..."
Rob’s eyes trembled, looking at her pitifully.
Josh couldn’t bring herself to hit him with her raised fist, she turned away with a darkened expression: "Do as you please."
"Hehe..." Rob grinned, pounced over, and bear-hugged Josh.
"Tsk, go away!" Josh shrugged her shoulders, pushing away his paw.
Rob hugged her again.
After several rounds, Josh grew tired of the tussle and let him be.
They messed around for most of the night, with tasks still awaiting them the next day.
As Rob heard Josh’s gradually deepening breath, he lowered his gaze, a trace of gratitude flashing in his eyes, cautiously moved a little closer to her, and closed his eyes.
The next day.
Yuze saw the two squeezed into a single pod sleeping, Josh sprawled out, almost pushing Rob out of the pod.
He gave a slight twitch of the mouth and woke them up: "Get up and work, stop lazing around like a young master."
Josh clearly hadn’t slept well, yawning with dark circles under her eyes: "What time is it..."
Yuze pressed down a strand of her hair tousled in the wind, glancing at his watch: "9:30 in the morning."
As he withdrew his hand, the strand of hair sprang back up.
Yuze raised an eyebrow, moistening his finger and smoothing down the stray strand of hair.
Josh drowsily lifted her head to look at him: "What are you doing?"
Yuze met her clear, shining eyes, his gaze subtly shifting: "Nothing."
The three of them ate a little, then began their separate tasks.
Josh and Rob were tasked with monitoring the movements of the family next door.
The victim "Banban" had been dead for three days.
Josh and Rob used the adjacent balconies to reach the second floor of their home, opened a window, and crawled inside.
This room appeared to be the deceased’s room, with a photo of the deceased on the bedside table. In the compact ten-square-meter room, there was only a bed, a gaming pod, and clothes piled messily at the foot of the bed.
On the floor, there was a faint bloodstain, seemingly cleaned but not thoroughly, leaving traces.
The sound of a woman crying and noisy conversations wafted up from below.
The two cautiously pushed open a crack in the door. It seemed to be a duplex structure, with the house packed densely with various old, dilapidated furniture, most of it yellowed and worn.
Josh’s gaze landed on a wall not far away, lined with awards from elementary to high school.
The awards bore the name "Banban," presumably the deceased’s.
Downstairs, white decorations were everywhere, with a mourning hall set up in the narrow living room, and a coffin resting in the back, indicating the body had yet to be cremated and buried.
A middle-aged woman knelt in the center, sobbing.
Beside her, a young man in his early twenties knelt crying as well, comforting her: "Mom, don’t be too sad. If sis knew we were like this, she wouldn’t be at peace."
It was hard not to come out of the scene, as the young man held a mini camera in one hand, with an electronic screen floating over it, displaying scrolling subtitles, seemingly live-streaming.
The middle-aged woman cried even more heart-wrenchingly: "I can’t accept it, my daughter! She was so young and excellent, how could she have committed suicide? It’s absolutely impossible, someone killed her... these heartless people!"
Josh frowned slightly: "What are they doing?"
"Profiting off her death," Rob replied, with a tone unusually calm.
Josh turned her head, finally noticing his strange expression: "What’s wrong with you?"
Rob concealed his expression: "I’m fine."
Josh continued observing below: "What do you mean by profiting off her death?"
Rob’s eyes filled with disgust: "It’s obvious they are monetizing their daughter’s death, live-streaming the mourning."
This setting had advanced network technology; everyone had a mini-computer on their wrist to easily check nearby live streams.
She lowered the volume on her wrist’s mini-computer, starting to access nearby popular streams.
Soon, a live streaming room on the nearby trending list caught their attention.
The stream’s title was "Female PhD driven to suicide by cyberbullying, family deeply bereaved."
She exchanged glances with Rob and entered the live stream.
There were actually millions watching.
The stream’s banner read, "Daughter was admitted to postdoctoral, shared the joyous news on social media, revealed a tattoo on her wrist in the video, wrongly labeled as delinquent by netizens, cyberbullied to death; mother and brother just seek justice through online power."
Josh looked at the people in the live stream.
Comments continuously floated across the screen.
[Those who cyberbullied her deserve to die! It’s so hard for ordinary families to nurture a talented child to get a PhD!]
[The online atmosphere is too toxic nowadays, people are always nitpicking over trivial matters!]
[But to be fair... how could a studious girl get a tattoo? Maybe she wasn’t as innocent as she seemed at all?]
[Show some respect, the girl is gone!]
[Yeah! Those who cyberbullied truly deserve to die! This mother and son are pitiful; a good daughter, a good sister, gone just like that!]
[If I were her mother, I’d want to kill those scumbags who spoke ill of her along the network cable!]
[This mother and son have had it tough, their home is shabby and definitely not well-off. I’ll help out a bit.]
Rewards started pouring in.
Seeing this, others also began to contribute rewards one after another.
The screen was instantly filled with dense reward effects.
Among them were many large rewards too.
In the footage, the middle-aged woman cried more heart-wrenchingly: "My daughter, my Banban, was happily filming a video just the day before, telling her mom that when she earns money, she’ll take her mom traveling and buy her brother a house. Suddenly, she’s just gone, how is mom supposed to bear that!"
