San Francisco Boarding School
Jiang Kexin was busy sorting his clothes in his dorm. He didn't bring his own suitcase, so the clothes he had were provided by the school. He silently picked up each of the school's uniforms. Not only were they all the same style, but each one was meticulously embroidered with images of Eve and Adam. Just one glance and Jiang Kexin was certain this school undoubtedly had a strong religious influence.
With a touch of irritation, he hung the uniforms one by one in the closet. Facing this completely new environment, Jiang Kexin felt like he was in a state of information isolation, a passive situation that made him feel very uncomfortable. This feeling of discomfort became even stronger when he recalled how the information he had received before was completely different from what he saw.
The amount of useful information he could obtain in this school made it difficult for him to move forward.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through Jiang Kexin's mind. He turned his head and looked at the other side of the dormitory. He noticed that this boarding school adopted a double dormitory system, but his roommate had not yet arrived.
In order to verify some of his guesses, Jiang Kexin began to take off his clothes and carefully examine them. As expected, in the interlayer of one of his clothes, he found a piece of paper that he had torn off with his own hands.
Yes, he remembered it now. He had done this when he was twelve. At that time, due to his adoptive father's extreme control, he could hardly go out, and communicating with others was even more difficult. In those lonely days, he could only rely on his imagination and talk to the papers he had torn and folded into various shapes. These papers became his only friends and confidants.
Jiang Kexin held the piece of paper tightly, realizing that this was the clue.
He didn't think of it at the time because he didn't expect that this new copy would be taken from his own boring ideas.
He pinched the piece of paper he found from the lining of his clothes and slowly unfolded it. However, while immersed in his memories, Jiang Kexin forgot that he was still undressed.
Just then, Hansen and a lady walked into the dormitory. Seeing this, Hansen quickly closed the door. He coughed and tried to take his eyes off Jiang Kexin.
Jiang Kexin turned around quickly when he heard the voice and found it was Hansen. Hansen was looking at him with a smile. Jiang Kexin felt a little embarrassed and quickly put on his clothes.
As he put on his clothes, he thought to himself, Hansen is really shy, children are often thin-skinned. After getting dressed, Jiang Kexin sat on the bed. He didn't ask why Hansen came back so late, because he was more concerned about the contents of the note.
He opened the small piece of paper, which was written in a crooked handwriting imitating his adoptive father's. The first line of the paper read
[I haven't been very happy these past few days. What happened is that there was an uncle who looked very miserable. I gave him my snacks and he was very grateful to me, but then he locked me in a very dark basement.
It was very, very dark and cold there, and I still feel scared when I think about it.
I didn't know why that uncle did that. I wanted to tell my father, but I didn't know how. I was obedient, but that uncle was strange. He always came home very late, and sometimes I could hear other children screaming. But whenever I tried to ask, "Who are you?" the noises would disappear, and the uncle would answer. I remember him saying something like, "Oh, Xiaoke, you're so good. Do you want to play that game again..."
Jiang Kexin held the note in her hand, lowered her head, and fell into deep thought.
When he was a child, he was very naive and had no idea what was happening around him, but now all his memories have become clear.
He could recall the scene of himself curled up in that dark basement, his small body bent, fingers to his lips, and tremblingly said to the tall figure walking out of the darkness: "Uncle, can you let me out?" The uncle lowered his head, looked at him, then touched his face and said to him with scorching eyes: "No, Xiaoke, you have to be good. By the way, do you still want to play that game, the one where the other kids call you and I answer you?"
Jiang Kexin was too scared at the time. As a child, he didn't have too many thoughts, just longing for someone to accompany him. So, in the memory, Jiang Kexin looked at himself and nodded.
Jiang Kexin's thoughts were drawn back to that horrific past. The child's cries for help, initially terrified screams, gradually turned into desperate "Help me!"s. But every time the cry rang out, the panting uncle, waving an unidentified object, would angrily interrupt, blaming the child for being disobedient and worried that his little baby would be frightened.
The uncle's anger seemed to be passed on to the other children. They began to be afraid and no longer shouted for help, but only whimpered silently.
As time went by, a boy with white hair pushed open the door of the basement. He did not look Chinese, which made Jiang Kexin realize that the uncle was not from China either. These fragments of memory gradually pieced together in his mind.
In Jiang Kexin's memory, what happened to the white-haired boy later? He only remembered that day, the boy seemed to push open the door of the basement, letting the sunlight into this dark place and shining on his ignorant face.
The boy was also covered in stains, but he looked excited.
He started saying something, but Jiang Kexin couldn't understand it. However, the boy's excitement was so obvious that it could be conveyed to Jiang Kexin without any words.
Jiang Kexin's thoughts wandered in memories. He felt confused and didn't understand why he had forgotten the little boy with white hair.
The image of the child gradually faded in his memory, but at a certain moment, it seemed unusually clear. Jiang Kexin continued to flip through the paper in silence, and the content of the next page came into view.
The crooked handwriting on the note continued:
As time passes, some things seem to have faded from my memory, but I still can't shake the fear of being watched. This feeling, like an invisible shadow, always hangs over me inadvertently.
The feeling of being observed became particularly strong when I left school and got into my adoptive father's car, as if a pair of eyes were silently declaring, "You will never escape my sight. I am always watching you." I tried to confide my fears to my adoptive father, hoping to get some comfort, but his reaction was anger rather than understanding.
He seemed to still be upset about my previous behavior of helping others, which made me feel confused and helpless. However, life is always full of twists and turns.
One day, when I saw a homeless man, my heart was filled with sympathy. Although I told myself to remember what happened before and be careful, I still gave him a piece of bread.
The moment I handed over the bread, the feeling of being watched came over me again, this time even stronger, as if there was a force behind me pushing me to do this. My adoptive father witnessed this scene, and his anger reached its peak. He even said angrily that he would send me to boarding school.
Before I was sent off to boarding school, I received a card with words full of provocation and innuendo: 'Hello, my dear lamb, my lamb. Long time no see. Do you miss me? I've been watching you, and I can't help it. Come, I've planned a grand address for you, where I'll enjoy you. Ha, why are the lambs of the world so pure? Are you really that pure?' This card made me angry. I wanted to find the person who had been harassing me. I no longer rejected the idea of going to boarding school because I believed my adoptive father would understand my choice if I didn't want to go.
But I want to know who is the person who has been watching me secretly, so I came here.
Jiang Kexin looked at what her immature self had done and was in a daze. After all, her childhood self was different from her current self. Her childhood self was more childish and cute, while she was more rational now. However, looking at this card, Jiang Kexin roughly knew what the suspicious points of this copy were.
That's it.
There was no one monitoring him at the time, so naturally he had not received the greeting card. So here, in addition to uncovering the secret of the fire, he might also have to find this person.
While Jiang Kexin was actively exploring the copy.
The real-world crew fell silent. The Revertons shared an incredible and terrifying story.
They said that in pursuit of immortality and personal gain, their superiors resorted to extreme measures, including blood transfusions and drinking artificial blood, and that their son witnessed these actions.
Their son, Hansen, finds it difficult to accept the discrepancy between his father's preaching of justice and his actual actions. During a trip to Antarctica, the tension between Hansen and his father comes to a head, leading to a violent argument.
During the heated argument, Hansen's father accidentally lost his grip while trying to calm the conflict, causing Hansen to accidentally fall into a nearby hunting trap.
"We never meant to hurt our children," they said in silence.
Later… The Riveltons then closed their eyes in pain and described the scene.
In a snow-covered wilderness, the howl of a snow wolf pierced the silent night sky.
Their child, Hansen, was caught in a hunting trap.
Hansen's body was mercilessly pierced by the sharp wood at the bottom of the trap. His limbs stretched out in a twisted posture, like a dead tree extending outward. Blood gushed out from his wounds, quickly spreading across the cold snow, forming a terrifying red.
Hansen's face was equally horrifying, his eyes wide open, his face twisted in pain, and a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
They continued: "Yes, Hansen is dead..."
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