Transtor: der Transtions

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  In a small supermarket on the west side of the campus, a half-open, rather old gss door, had a poster of a Korean pop star pstered on it.

  The sequined slim-fit suit did nothing to impress the man on the job. Instead, it looked utterly tacky.

  The man in white suit struck a long match, turned his face slightly, and lit a cigarette.

  He shook the match to extinguish the fme.

  The man in the baseball cap stood oeps opposite him, drinking from a bottle of mineral water and gnawing on a piece of dry bread.

  As he stared at the poster, the man in the suit sneered disdainfully, slowly blowing a cloud of murky smoke onto the pop star’s face. “Did people back then really have such whack fashion sense?”

  The baseball cap man had just finished his bread and was greedily lig the jam off his fingers.

  However, his face wasn’t focused on the man in the suit or the poster but fixated ily on a group of girls nearby.

  His gaze roamed over them like a hungry wolf.

  They weren’t too far away, f a circle, dressed quite revealingly.

  One of the girls, tall with flowing hair, occasionally gnced over, a cigarette held between her fingers.

  “If this wasn’t the dream world, wouldn’t that be wonderful,” the baseball cap man licked his chapped lips.

  Hearing this, the man in the suit lowered his head, carefully buttoning his right cuff, then smiled, “Stop dreaming. If this were the real world, would you even dare to e to a pce like this?”

  “You’d be hiding in a dark basement, far from the sun.” Without even looking at him, the man in the suit tinued, “Don’t fet, the police are looking for you everywhere.”

  His words seemed t the baseball cap man back to reality. His face stiffened, and the casual demeanor and smile faded.

  He wiped his left hand on his clothes before pressing his cap down firmly over his head.

  He stood in the shadows, showing only half of his from the man in the suit’s point of view.

  “o be so tehe man in the suit said with a vague, indescribable tone. He adjusted his colr, revealing a vibrant ukiyo-e print ihe jacket.

  “I’ll keep your secret,” the man in the suit smiled. “You know what I want.”

  “But we don’t know who has the item,” the baseball cap man’s voice was muffled.

  “Then find out. Seare by one. We still have plenty of time. The woman in the gsam died first, which means the ces of the item being on her were low. In other words, even if she had it, it’s already been taken.” At this moment, the man in the suit seemed like a different person, a face of elegance cealing a hidden monster.

  The baseball cap man seemed to realize something. He looked up, his narrow eyes uhe cap fixated on the man in the suit’s face. “You mean someone orchestrated her death?”

  His eyes, with their small bck pupils and rge white sclera, gave off an insidious feeling when stared at for too long.

  “Exactly,” the man in the suit nodded.

  “Who?”

  “We don’t know yet.”

  “Could it be the woman in room 406?” The baseball cap man suddenly became nervous. “Her aura is strahere’s calluses on her knuckles aween her fingers. Could she be a cop?”

  The man in the suit rubbed his with a fihinking for a moment before replying, “Probably not. She gives me a sense of brutality, of aggression. A cop wouldn’t feel like that.”

  The baseball cap ma out a sigh of relief. “That’s good.”

  “Hah,” the man in the suit looked him up and down, speaking with pyful sarcasm, “As long as you choose to cooperate with me, it doesn’t matter whether she’s a cop or not.” He leaned forward, his mouth curling into a sinister grin, “Because I won’t let her leave alive.”

  He snuffed out his cigarette, coldly adding, “Just like those two idiots in room 404.”

  “Achoo!”

  Jiang g sneezed heavily.

  The fat man hugged his arms and asked with , “Doctor, are you ing down with a cold?”

  Jiang g shook his head, looking around, “No, I think someone’s missing me from afar, quietly expressing their longing.”

  The fat man pletely ighe sed half of Jiang g’s ent.

  They had been wandering around the campus for a while now, walking from the cafeteria to the westernmost sports field, then taking another route back.

  “Doctor,” the fat man asked curiously, “Where are we actually going? It feels like you’re just aimlessly wandering.”

  “Exactly.” To his surprise, Jiang g admitted it readily, “I am wandering.”

  The fat man was stunned, increasingly unsure what was going on in Jiang g’s mind.

  “I’ve had enough of wandering.” Jiang g stopped walking, shaded his eyes from the sun with his hand, briefly getting his bearings, and then pointed doath, “Let’s head to the equipment room a up with the others.”

  It had been decided earlier that they would meet in front of the equipment room at noon.

  The journey was long, and the fat man grew restless again. He g Jiang g several times, his lips moving as though he had something to ask but couldn’t bring himself to say it.

  “You want to know who killed the woman in the gsam?” Jiang g said calmly.

  There was no hint of a question in his to was as if he were stating a fact.

  “Yes, yes.” The fat man nodded repeatedly.

  They had discussed this earlier, but the versation had been interrupted by a sudden bell.

  “She was killed by the ghost in the mission,” Jiang g said.

  The fat man grew anxious, “I know she was killed by the ghost! What I mean is…”

  “I guess it was the woman in the pajamas,” Jiang g stopped, turning to look at the fat man. “She used the woman in the gsam’s fear of the ghost to drive her out of room 407, leading to her death.”

  Although the fat man was shocked by Jiang g’s clusion, he didn’t doubt the statement itself.

  He khat Jiang g never joked about such things.

  “How did she mahat?” The fat man suddenly became excited. “How could a newer dare to do such a thing?”

  “I ’t answer your first questio,” Jiang g said, “But the sed one is simple. She’s not a newer. Everything we’ve seen, from her fear, her cowardice, her screaming, g, and even the dinosaur pajamas she wore when she appeared, is all an act.”

  “The man in the suit’s game of keeping up appearances isn’t nearly as refined as hers.” He shrugged, “pared to her, he’s a plete idiot.”

  The fat man slowly calmed dowhought back over the pajama-an but couldn’t find any holes in his memory. “Doctor,” he looked up, “ you share your evidence?”

  (End of the Chapter)

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