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‘...shall not return’
Lost in memories, he mindlessly struck a match, the flickering fme dang like a flickering dle, as the smoke spread out, dreamlike and hazy before his eyes.
Past events surfaced slowly in his mind.
Faces—some broken, some in pain, some filled with fear—haunted him.
Tattered people k helplessly before him, weeping and wailing, pleading for the man before them to spare their lives.
Zhou Taifu relished this feeling.
Holding the power of life ah, he felt like a god, t above, while mortals could only crawl at his feet, desperately whispering their prayers.
In the moment, the sounds of gunfire erupt, the sharp slice of bdes through flesh, and bodies colpse to the ground.
Pleasant, like heavenly musibsp;
“Ugh… cough, cough.”
Zhou Taifu's pupils suddenly stricted, and he broke into a violent cough.
The images from his memories cracked like a spider's web, then abruptly shattered. He fixed his gaze on the half-burned cigarette in his hand, his eye twitg untrolbly.
A familiar smell spread in his nostrils.
Sang Ji Ji!
No, it was corpse grass!
This cigarette was ced with corpse grass!!
This wasn’t the jungles of Southeast Asia; how could such a thing possibly be here?
Just as he fell ireme panic, he caught a fsh of light out of the er of his eye.
At the position close to the wall.
As if guided by some unseen force, he lifted his leg and walked over step by step.
Croug down, he realized it was a wrinkled piece of aper.
The aper had gotten damp, causing one er to curl up and reveal a reflective object behind it.
He reached out, slowly peeling back the aper.
Behind it was a massive mirror.
It was almost one and a half times his height.
The width was unclear, but it was definitely wider than its height.
Due to the dampness, a yer of mist enveloped the front of the mirror.
Zhou Taifu stared at his not-so-clear refle in the mirror, suddenly feeling an inexplicable sense of strangeness.
In a panic, he averted his gaze.
In one er of the mirror, there were several papers stuck up like notes.
He stood up and reached out to take them down.
There were words on the back of the paper, written in delicate script, suggesting they beloo a gentle and quiet girl.
This was a girl's diary.
He couldn't uand why it was hidden here.
He read through the pages, gradually increasing his speed, and his facial expression began to ge.
When he finished reading the st page and the final line, his gaze lingered on the signature itht er, and his pupils involuntarily jumped.
“ Yao.”
Although Zhou Taifu had never heard this name before, the tents of the diary, bined with the clues he already possessed, were enough for him to piece together most of the story.
The mystery had already been mostly unraveled.
Just as he was about to turn arouedly to inform Yu Wen that he had found the key tress, he suddenly realized that it had grown silent behind him at some unknown moment.
He quickly turned around.
All he saw was darkness.
The light from Yu Wen's phone had vanished.
He turo the door, and Feng Lan had also turned off her phone.
In this rge music , it seemed like he was the only living perso.
He didn’t call out either of their names; instead, he made a quick decision to crouch down ainguished the mini fshlight in his hand.
He held his breath, blending into the darkness.
Something must have happened; a chill crept across his forehead, and he was sure of it.
He wasn’t clear about Feng Lan, but there were only two possible reasons for Yu Wen to turn off her phone.
First, she might have noticed something unusual nearby, most likely a ghost; she extinguished her phoo ceal herself.
Sed, a sharp pang twisted in his heart; perhaps Yu Wen was already dead.
But regardless of which point was true, ohing was certain: a ghost must be nearby.
“Creak—”
The sudden sound of grinding made his scalp tingle.
The sound was very close, no more than 5 meters away.
He fought to suppress the terror rising within him, his gaze sing the faint darkness around him.
Nothing.
And there was nothing.
Where was that sound ing from?
Until—
“Creak—”
His body froze suddenly, this time he clearly heard it; the eerie sound was ing from behind him!!
But wasn’t there a mirror behind him?
Meically, he slowly turned around, giving himself time to adjust. In the mirror, his own eyes bulged out, his face pale, clearly terrified.
Although it was frightening, he finally firmed that the person in the mirror was indeed himself.
Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he caught a glimpse from the er of his eye, notig a vague bck shadow behind the refle of himself.
The shadow was much taller than him.
“Creak—”
The shadow swayed slightly, and in that moment, Zhou Taifu saw it clearly.
His eyes widened slowly, nearly popping out of their sockets, mouth agape, but he was uo make a sound.
It was a corpse.
A body hanging from the ceiling, strangled by a rope!!
The corpse was wearing white ballet shoes, the feet taut, toes pointed down.
In the silent, enclosed space, a gust of wind suddenly blew, causing the corpse to sway gently, and the rope holding it let out a familiar grinding sound.
“Creak—”
After that sound, the entire music fell silent once again.
The sky had turned dark.
There weren’t many streetlights on campus, and it was quite far between them, with each mp illuminating only a small area around it.
Under a streetlight, two figures hurriedly walked side by side.
“Doctor,” the chubby guy said with a troubled expressioatingly spoke, “do you think we trust Li Yanwei’s words?”
Jiang g replied without thinking, “No.”
The chubby guy paused in his steps, his gaze towards Jiang g growing strange.
He inally thought Jiang g would say only part of it was credible, or that it was half true and half false, but he didn’t expect Jiang g to ht deny it.
“Please start your performahe chubby guy said early.
As Jiang g walked, he raised four fingers, shaking them before saying, “Four points.”
“Wait!” the chubby guy quickly called for a stop, then rummaged through his various pockets, finally pulling out a notebook and a pen. After uncapping the pen and opening the notebook, he turo Jiang g and said, “You go ahead, doctor.”
Jiang g g the chubby guy preparing to take notes and clicked his tongue.
“First—” Jiang g elohe first word, and the chubby guy genuinely felt like Jiang g ting the tone of his elementary school teacher giving a public lecture, “Ten years ago, Li Yanwei was just a student. She could transfer csses just like that; not only did she transfer, but she even helped Yao transfer. Who does she think she is? Is this school her family’s?”
“Sedly, the significe of the anniversary celebration is self-evident. Whether it’s a solo performance or if a dance partner is added— such matters really be decided by a udent like Yao who has only been enrolled for a few months?”
As the chubby guy listened, he wrote quickly in his notebook. Although he didn’t fully uand some parts, he didn’t interrupt Jiang g, making notes for ter questions.
(End of the Chapter)
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