Chapter 7 The Headless Woman Yan Ruxuan

Zhuge Jin murmured silently to himself, his eyes, hidden beneath the white veil, slightly closed as if he were resting.

However, his perception was like an invisible spider web, quietly spreading out from himself, capturing every subtle energy flow and ripple of rules in the air.

Thanks to readers' increasingly strong imagination and belief in the "prophet" persona, the enhanced perception from the system's feedback has raised his insight into the environment to a new level.

He could "see" the female teacher's surveillance energy locking onto the place like a cold program, and he could also vaguely sense the fragments of obsession on the headless woman that were slightly different from the other ghost students, carrying a stubborn sense of "protection".

Zhuge Jin could even vaguely sense that somewhere in this teaching building, there existed objects that resonated with these obsessions and recorded the "past".

Especially in the East... that fluctuation seems clearer.

These fragmented pieces of information are disorganized and unclear, like trying to see flowers through a fog, and are far from being considered direct prophecy.

But for a good "actor", a few vague hints are enough for him to weave a convincing drama.

Zhuge Jin maintained a detached demeanor, as if all the tension, fear, and probing around him were irrelevant to him.

He was waiting, waiting for the right moment to precisely deliver the "bait" to the most important "audience".

The break time between classes is short and oppressive.

Under the female teacher's cold gaze, the players were as if bound by invisible shackles, daring not to make the slightest move.

It wasn't until the school bell rang again that the "wax figure"-like female teacher finally moved and stiffly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Another nerve-wracking class has come to an end.

As the bell rang again and the teacher left the classroom, Jun Xiangbei moved.

His movements were as fast as a ghost, yet completely silent.

Without exchanging a word with anyone, or even glancing at Yue Qingqing, he simply moved as if he had planned the route in advance, and quietly slipped to the back door of the classroom just as the ghost students began to stir.

His figure paused briefly at the doorway, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over Zhuge Jin, who was still sitting upright by the window.

Just then, Zhuge Jin spoke in a low voice, just loud enough for Jun Xiangbei, who had just reached the doorway, to catch it, in a tone that was both a chant and a sigh:

"The east direction may hold a long-forgotten treasure."

His words still carried the air of mysterious proverbs, packaging the vague energy perception as divination hints.

Jun Xiangbei, who was about to take action, paused almost imperceptibly.

East?

He quickly calculated the structural layout of the teaching building.

Teacher's office? Archives? Or...? He instantly locked onto several possible targets.

Jun Xiangbei neither turned back nor responded, but firmly engraved the image of the silver-haired, white-veiled figure and the prompt into the information repository.

The next moment, like a cheetah gliding into the shadows, he used the brief concealment of the ghost student's figure at the door to vanish instantly outside.

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye. Apart from Zhuge Jin, who deliberately gave a hint, and Yue Qingqing, who had been secretly watching Jun Xiangbei and vaguely sensed his departure, the other players didn't even have time to react.

And Jun Xiangbei's live stream:

"Why is Jun Shen suddenly leaving the classroom? Did he discover something?"

"Did Master Zhuge speak again just now? To the east?"

"Another hint? Did the Lord understand?"

"Is this the chemistry between these big shots? I love it!"

The reader's perspective, however, is:

[Zhuge Jin's hints are getting increasingly mysterious.]

But he seems to be right every time?

What does the east direction represent?

Zhuge Jin sensed Jun Xiangbei's aura and quickly moved away, skillfully avoiding several rule-based surveillance points, and nodded slightly in his heart.

As expected of the male protagonist in the original work, his ability to act and hide is top-notch.

He has given his hints; the rest is up to Jun Xiangbei's own abilities.

Whether he succeeds or not, he has already established himself as a "prophet".

Meanwhile, Jun Xiangbei walked quickly through the empty and quiet corridor.

His movements were superb, his steps as light as a feline, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, constantly scanning the surrounding environment, anticipating and avoiding the occasional patrolling teachers.

Based on Zhuge Jin's hints and his own judgment, he quickly located a room at the far east end of the teaching building that had a sign that read "Old Archives Room".

The doorknob was covered in a thin layer of dust, indicating that it was not a frequent visitor.

The door was locked.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jun Xiangbei extended an extremely fine special alloy wire from his fingertip and skillfully inserted it into the keyhole.

His movements were so steady that there wasn't a tremor, and his hearing sensors were magnified to the extreme, capturing the very subtle sounds of the springs moving inside the lock cylinder.

In just two or three seconds, with a soft click, the door lock opened.

Jun slipped inside from the north and then gently closed the door behind him.

The archive room was filled with a strong smell of dust and moldy paper.

The light was dim, with only a few rays of sunlight filtering in through a tall skylight.

The room was filled with dusty old bookshelves, scattered folders, and discarded teaching equipment.

Time is of the essence.

Jun Xiangbei's gaze swept quickly over piles of clutter, like a scanner.

He searched for the most likely places to store student information—graduation yearbooks, student records, class photos…

Jun Xiangbei's search was efficient and orderly; he moved the items extremely gently, trying to avoid leaving any obvious traces.

Finally, in a corner of a wooden box covered in thick dust, he found several hardcover graduation yearbooks. The year printed on the cover indicated it was four or five years ago.

He quickly dusted off the dust, opened one of the books, and the index page clearly read "Senior Three (1) Class".

With a slight thought, he quickly flipped to the corresponding class photo page.

The photo is a standard graduation group photo, with students wearing matching school uniforms and beaming with youthful smiles.

However, in this dim light, the photo exudes an indescribable eeriness.

The photos themselves are somewhat blurry and yellowish. What's even more disturbing is that many students have inexplicable, dark-colored stains on their faces or bodies.

Some looked like water stains, some like mold spots, and some... that dark red color looked exactly like dried blood.

Jun Xiangbei's cold gaze swept over every face. His powerful memory and image processing ability allowed him to quickly match the youthful faces in the photos with the lifeless, ghostly students in the classroom.

The female ghost with the twisted neck; there's a blurry shadow around her neck in the photo.

The boy with the rotting cheek—there's a brown stain on his cheek in the photo…

His gaze finally settled on a girl on the left side of the second row of the photo.

She has a delicate face, a simple ponytail, and a shy smile. The name below the photo is: Yan Ruxuan.

However, right above her head, a large patch of dark red, sticky, blood-like grime covered most of her face, making her delicate smile appear particularly glaring and terrifying.

Jun Xiangbei's fingertips gently brushed over that name—Yan Ruxuan.

That's the name of the headless girl.

He meticulously etched the name and her facial features into his database.

At the same time, he also tried his best to memorize the names of the other ghost students who might be of communication value or threat, and matched them with their appearances one by one.

Just as he was about to carefully put the scrapbook back in its place—

"Crack".

Suddenly, someone turned the doorknob of the archives room from the outside!

Jun Xiangbei's pupils suddenly contracted.

Without the slightest hesitation, he slammed the commemorative album shut like a ghost and carefully stuffed it back into the depths of the wooden box full of miscellaneous items.

At the same time, his body slid into a narrow, shadowy corner formed by a tall filing cabinet and a wall, as if weightless, completely concealing all traces of his presence.

Even breathing and heartbeat decreased to a near-stopping state.

Although as a robot, he doesn't need to breathe or have a heartbeat.

The door was pushed open.

A figure walked in.

It was the same male teacher from the daytime classroom who wore gold-rimmed glasses and had a fake smile.

His face was devoid of a smile, only a cold scrutiny, his sharp gaze slowly sweeping across everything in the archives.

The male teacher seemed to have sensed something, but couldn't be sure.

His gaze swept over the wooden box containing the commemorative album, paused for about half a second, and then moved away.

Finally, he walked to another filing cabinet, casually flipping through it a few times, as if conducting a routine inspection.

Jun Xiangbei hid in the shadows, suppressing even the slightest energy fluctuations to the extreme.

His computing core was running at high speed, simulating dozens of possible conflicts and countermeasures, but on the surface, he remained calm and composed.

The male teacher stayed in the resource room for about a minute.

This minute felt like an eternity.

Ultimately, he seemed to find nothing concretely unusual, turned and left the archives, closing the door behind him.

As the footsteps faded into the distance, Jun Xiangbei waited quietly for several more seconds. Only after confirming that the danger had completely passed did he slip out of his hiding place as silently as water flowing into the shadows.

He didn't touch the commemorative album again, so as not to leave any traces.

The objective has been achieved.

He once again used his superb stealth skills to avoid all sight and safely returned to the classroom.

When he sat back down in his seat as naturally as if he had never left, the break between classes was not yet over.

His gaze seemingly casually swept over Zhuge Jin.

Zhuge Jin knew in his heart that the key "key"—the "name"—was already in his hands.

As for how to proceed, the initiative seems to have returned more to his hands.

He felt the power of "trust" from his readers becoming increasingly active within him because of Jun Xiangbei's success.

Zhuge Jin raised a faint smile, a smile that no one else could see, a smile that belonged to the director.

The real show has only just begun.

Yue Qingqing visibly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Jun Xiangbei return safely.

Xin Yuan'er leaned closer to Zhuge Jin and whispered, "Boss, where did the God of War go just now? He's back so quickly?"

Zhuge Jin said calmly, "I will find a way for you to survive. The next break will be the time to verify it."

Author's Note:

From now on, we'll use Zhuge Jin as a substitute for the protagonist, Gu Yunqing, in this entire instance. Otherwise, constantly changing the name won't create a good impression. [Heart][Heart]