The police arrived quickly. After surveying the scene, the body was taken away, and the police cordon wasn’t removed until last night.

That evening, the school issued an announcement, stating the reason was that when turning the noun “love” into a verb, sudden death occurred.

This matched the students’ speculation: he died suddenly during sex.

“This shows that not only does excessive masturbation lead to ruin, but too much sex can also cause sudden death. Single dogs win this round.” David Harris sighed.

“……” William Thompson.

What the hell, single dogs win this round.

“Who was the female lead? Did they find out?”

“No, the police questioned Sarah Bolton’s girlfriend, but it wasn’t her. Her dormmates could vouch for her.” David Harris said with a hint of envy, “This is hard to investigate, there are too many close friendships.”

“Did the parents come to the school to make a fuss?”

“What for? The coroner’s conclusion was sudden death, and the school said they wouldn’t take the blame. Besides, even if there was blame, they’d distance themselves. Our university isn’t a pushover, especially at our Finance University.” David Harris said.

“How could a perfectly fine person just die like that?” William Thompson sighed. On the way back to the dorm, he happened to pass by the library. Suddenly, William Thompson had a bold idea. His great-grandmother once said that after a person dies, their spirit lingers for seven days. He had just opened his spiritual eye—could he see Sarah Bolton’s soul?

He hadn’t seen any spirits these days. First, there hadn’t been any deaths nearby; second, vengeful spirits don’t just wander everywhere.

Having the spiritual eye felt no different from not having it.

This is what happens when ordinary people get legendary superpowers: even if there’s danger, you can’t help but want to try them out.

So he dragged David Harris straight to the flowerbeds behind the library. It wasn’t much different from usual—sunlight made the greenery shine. William Thompson widened his eyes, carefully searching every inch of the flowerbed, but saw nothing creepy.

Maybe his eyes needed a reboot!

He blinked hard.

“Why the hell are you blinking so much?” David Harris wasn’t interested in joining the excitement. “Hurry up and put your books away, let’s go back to the dorm and play games.”

William Thompson ignored him. Thinking back, he remembered his great-grandmother’s words: don’t talk about ghosts and spirits all the time; if you keep thinking about them, they’ll respond.

“Sarah BoltonSarah BoltonSarah Bolton……” he muttered, scanning the entire flowerbed with full concentration, hoping to see Sarah Bolton’s spirit.

Still nothing…

Impossible. He just died—where could his soul have gone?

Did he go home?

David Harris was confused and eager to get back to gaming, urging him several times.

Helpless, William Thompson had to leave. If the appointment doesn’t show up by midnight, you can only go back and play games.

The men’s dorms at the Finance University were pretty nice: private bathrooms, air conditioning, and pay-per-use washing machines at the end of each hallway.

Unwilling to give up, William Thompson hid in the bathroom to call his great-grandmother.

“What is it?” The call connected quickly. On the other end, his great-grandmother’s pleasant voice came through, along with the clatter of a keyboard and mouse clicks.

“Great-grandma, someone at my school died.” William Thompson lowered his voice.

“Oh, and then?”

“But I can’t see any spirits. Is the spiritual eye you gave me single-use?”

“Of course not. How could there be such a crappy thing as a single-use spiritual eye?” Great-grandma thought for a moment. “Did the person just die?”

“He died yesterday.”

“How did he die?”

“Died under a peony, even as a ghost he’s romantic.”

“Oh, people like that aren’t too fierce even after death. Most likely he’s lingering in the girls’ dorms at school. If you don’t see him, you don’t see him. Don’t go poking around where people died. Spirits are extremely yin and evil. Other than your spiritual eye, you have no way to deal with them. If you run into a fierce ghost, you won’t even know how you died.” Great-grandma warned, “After class, bring me a bottle of yogurt.”

“Okay, great-grandma.”

“Good boy, so filial,” great-grandma laughed. “Then we’ll have steak for dinner.”

“No problem, great-grandma.”

“Hanging up now, don’t bother me while I’m gaming.”

Great, not only did he not get any answers, he got extorted for ten bottles of yogurt.

The dorm was the same as always: messy but not dirty, things scattered everywhere—textbooks, clothes, cups, computers—a room that would drive a neat freak crazy. Of the four people, one was playing basketball, another was out on a date, and the remaining single dog and single noble were gaming together.

The aftereffects of “energy” loss still hadn’t faded. His mind was sluggish, always a beat behind others, and his reflexes couldn’t keep up. After half an hour, William Thompson felt a dull ache in both kidneys.

He took a capsule of “the name is too awesome to say,” and said, “I’m done, I’m done, I need to use the bathroom.”

The dorm bathroom wasn’t a full bath, just a toilet. If you wanted to shower, you had to go to the communal bathroom in the middle of the hallway.

Sitting on the toilet, William Thompson thought about how he’d just opened his spiritual eye but still hadn’t seen Sarah Bolton, feeling pretty disappointed. The excitement and eagerness of mastering a special ability for the first time even outweighed his fear of ghosts.

He really wanted to see a ghost again.

“Is it just my imagination? Why does it suddenly feel so cold?” Sitting on the toilet, William Thompson suddenly shivered all over for no reason, goosebumps rising on his arms.