Don’t Play Games at Evil Spirit High-Chapter 48 : The Fulcrum

Chapter 48: The Fulcrum
It was another night without sleep.
Until faint light appeared outside the window, the exhausted crowd finally let out a collective sigh of relief.
The terrifying night had passed.
Tonight was a rare night of peace.
“Looks like the evil spirit shouldn’t be coming for now…”
Lu Feng rubbed his sore eyes and said in a low voice,
“Everyone, go get some rest. If this keeps up, our bodies won’t be able to hold out.”
Since arriving here, none of them had managed a proper night’s sleep.
If things continued like this, their bodies might collapse before their minds did.
But the current situation left no one with the desire to sleep—
Although they had successfully escaped the evil spirit’s attack this time, it only bought them two short days.
With the clues they had so far, there was still no hope in sight for victory.
“…I know what everyone is worried about, but it’s all the more important to rest in this situation. Otherwise, if anything happens, we won’t even have the strength to run.”
Lu Feng spoke again to the three people before him.
They nodded silently, then got up one by one and left.
After everyone had gone, Lu Feng still didn’t rest.
Instead, he quietly took out the moldy notebook and studied its contents—
The 37 names originally written in the notebook had now been crossed out 16 times.
Among the 21 people still alive, the only ones Lu Feng could be certain were not Evil Spirit Followers were three—
Yu Mo, Lin You, and himself.
As for the others, under the strictest judgment, none could be cleared.
And the one most suspicious of being a follower was, without a doubt, Dong Ningning.
But what good was knowing just her? Even if she really was a follower, recklessly accusing her would only alert the others, making the remaining four Evil Spirit Followers hide even deeper…
Lastly, there was the matter of the evil spirit’s identity and cause of death.
Although the two diaries had given Lu Feng some guesses, those guesses were like rootless duckweed—there was no evidence to prove them true…
The path ahead remained bleak, victory still far out of reach.
Lu Feng couldn’t find where any hope of turning the game around lay.
No matter how he looked at it, the game had fallen into an absolute deadlock.
With a powerless sigh, Lu Feng pushed up his weary body and thought about checking on Lin You.
However, just as he was about to open the door, another force pushed it open from the outside.
Seeing who it was, Lu Feng widened his eyes slightly,
“Lin You? You’re alright?”
Lin You’s face was still a little pale, but his spirit seemed much better.
He showed the same carefree grin as always, speaking with full energy,
“After so long without a good sleep, I finally got a solid night yesterday. I feel much better.”
Seeing him like this, Lu Feng relaxed, letting out a breath of relief from the bottom of his heart.
“That’s good…”
Lu Feng patted Lin You’s shoulder.
Gurgle—
Just then, a strange sound came from Lin You’s stomach, making him scratch his head in embarrassment,
“Not eating for a day is really killing me. Feng Feng, you must be starving too, right? How about… we go to the dining hall and grab a bite?”
Thinking about what had happened in the dining hall, Lin You’s appetite shrank, but psychological rejection couldn’t fill physical hunger.
Only at Lin You’s reminder did Lu Feng realize—he hadn’t eaten for an entire day.
And after a night of fear and tension, his body was already weak.
If he didn’t eat something soon, he really wouldn’t hold out.
“Mm… let’s go.”
And so, the two of them went to the dining hall together.
…
The moment they pushed open the dining hall doors, Lu Feng couldn’t help but frown—
The dining hall was, as expected, completely empty.
The bloody scenes from before were still vivid in memory, and the air seemed heavy with a stench of blood that refused to disperse.
For a moment, Lu Feng’s stomach tightened.
Forcing down the overwhelming discomfort, he and Lin You sat at a table.
They stared at the delicate plates of food before them, but neither reached for a fork first.
At last, appetite overcame aversion.
Lin You stabbed a large piece of steak, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed hard with his eyes shut.
Only then did Lu Feng begin eating as well.
The dining hall was filled only with the sounds of chewing and clashing cutlery.
“Sigh, Bai Quye was really pitiful…”
After swallowing, the talkative Lin You recalled the scene of the girl’s death, his face turning unpleasant again,
“She failed to kill herself, got possessed by the evil spirit, slaughtered so many people, and in the end, the evil spirit even controlled her to slit her own throat…”
At the memory, Lin You shuddered.
“…We’re eating.
Could you not bring that up?”
Lu Feng glared at him, appetite gone at once.
“Sorry, sorry… my bad…”
Lu Feng shook his head, not planning to continue the topic, but suddenly, a flicker of insight seemed to flash across his mind.
Bai Quye…
Suicide…
Possession…
Slit throat…
A faint thread of connection seemed to be forming in Lu Feng’s mind, yet something was still missing, preventing him from seeing the truth hidden within.
Seeing Lu Feng freeze, Lin You frowned and asked curiously,
“What’s wrong?”
“…”
Lu Feng didn’t answer.
His thoughts were already lost deep in his own world—
The tangled clues spread before him, like a ball of yarn tangled by a cat: messy, but visible.
But clues alone weren’t enough.
What Lu Feng needed was a logical fulcrum that could link them all together.
And that fulcrum lay in the two hidden rules of the game that he had yet to understand.
Those two rules—what exactly were they…?
Just then, the sound of shouting erupted outside the door.
Judging by the chaotic voices, there seemed to be quite a few people.
Lin You and Lu Feng exchanged a glance, put down their utensils, and rushed toward the door.
…
At that moment, three or four people had gathered in the third-floor corridor.
Each held something like a wooden stick in hand, their fearful eyes betraying their terror.
They had surrounded the unarmed Yu Zhe in the middle, who looked back at them in growing panic, his voice trembling as he demanded,
“W-what are you doing!?”
“Stop pretending, Yu Zhe… we all know you’re an Evil Spirit Follower!”
“That’s right! L-last time you were the one most eager for Lu Feng to reveal information, weren’t you? Now you’re acting all scared?”
“Don’t talk nonsense! D-do you have any proof!?”
At Yu Zhe’s words, the group hesitated for a moment, but quickly pressed on,
“Forget it… of course he won’t admit it!”
“Yeah, let’s rough him up a little—see if he still denies it then!”
“Are you crazy!? I’m really not a follower!!!”
Yu Zhe screamed in desperation, but it was clear the people before him weren’t listening—
The fear of death was enough to drive anyone into madness.