Finally, and most importantly, where did Zhang Nana go? Was the woman who asked her for help earlier really her?
Yan Qing felt that she was getting closer and closer to the truth.
Just then, another "bang" came from outside the window.
Yan Qing quickly turned her head, and this time she finally saw clearly that the budgie outside the window had indeed crashed into the glass and died.
The parrot's blood splattered on the window, creating a small patch of blood.
Compared to yesterday, the blood color has lightened considerably. The dark green pus has also decreased significantly.
From a distance, the small cluster of blood flowers had a vaguely familiar shape.
Yan Qing felt the laptop looked very familiar until she inadvertently saw it on the table and suddenly realized what it was.
The shape of this blood flower was actually the script of the post-apocalyptic common language she had learned!
Fortunately, she had recorded the screen beforehand, and after confirming it word by word, Yan Qing finally understood the characters represented by the blood flowers.
"Ground, board, rescue."
Putting these three words together, all she can assemble is the word "floor." As for the "rescue," she's probably being asked to rescue someone, right?
Should we save Peng Yu? Or Zhang Nana?
Yan Qing couldn't guess, but one thing was certain: there was definitely something on the floor.
The first thing that came to her mind was the floor under her bed in her room. In adventure, suspense, or thriller novels, this is a place where key clues can be hidden.
The space under the bed was empty. Yan Qing swept for a long time and found a pile of long black hair on the floor.
Judging from the length of her hair, it's probably waist-length. So it definitely isn't hers.
The three people remaining in the dormitory didn't have hair that long either.
Therefore, this hair can only belong to Zhang Nana.
In addition, she made a horrifying discovery.
Interspersed within this clump of hair was a piece of scalp the size of a coin, still stained with blood. It even looked somewhat blackened.
Anyone who has ever had long hair knows that when combing your hair, even a slight, accidental tug on the scalp can cause excruciating pain.
The scalp, about the size of a coin and still covered in hair, was clearly not something that could be pulled off by normal means.
Moreover, there were obvious cutting marks where the scalp was torn.
All of this gave her a very bad feeling: could the original owner, Zhang Nana, have also been murdered?
She remembered that the S-level clearance rule required her to find out the truth and locate the source of the contamination in this instance.
Yan Qing sensed a glimmer of hope. The A-level pass rule only required him to find Peng Yu and fulfill her wish.
Logically speaking, an S-level rank is closer to the truth than an A-level rank. This means that Peng Yu's wish should be related to the female lead, Zhang Nana.
The key now is to find Peng Yu's body.
Night fell quickly, and just like the first night, she crawled into bed half an hour early.
It was 11:30, but the dormitory manager hadn't arrived.
Yan Qing drifted off to sleep, half-asleep, when she felt something slowly crawl onto the bed.
From the soles of my feet upwards, the area that thing passed through instantly became soaked.
The cold sensation dispelled her sleepiness, and Yan Qing felt that the thing had stopped beside her, seemingly watching her closely.
Water droplets fell onto her face, the real sensation making it hard for her to deceive herself. Silently counting from one to twenty, she finished and heard a soft chuckle.
Then, something cold landed in her palm and began to write, stroke by stroke.
"I'm Zhang Nana, don't be afraid."
"Yes, I am no longer alive. Some people are destined to be bad."
"Ah Yu is in a lot of pain and can't breathe."
"Save me, help me to be free. You will receive my sincerest blessings."
Yan Qing kept her eyes closed, pretending to be fast asleep. In the end, she actually fell asleep.
When she woke up the next morning, she saw a long trail of water on the floor that stretched all the way to the doorway.
Yan Qing eagerly opened the door, only to find the other three people in the living room.
There were still traces of cleaning left on the ground.
Yu Lele opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but then she held back. She could only keep turning her gaze towards Mu Zihan.
Yan Qing looked at Mu Zihan and noticed that her pollution seemed even more severe today. The area around her eyes had rotted and been completely eaten away, leaving almost nothing but a skeleton.
Meng Fan still appeared perfectly normal on the surface, except that he seemed to have gained a lot of weight. He looked like a balloon that had been forcibly inflated, which gave Meng Fan a bit of a creep.
Meng Fan was still more concerned about her request from yesterday.
Have you found Peng Yu?
When she asked this question, Yan Qing noticed that the other two people were making extremely sarcastic expressions.
That's really interesting.
Yan Qing shook her head. "We haven't found it yet."
Upon hearing her words, Meng Fan felt his body swell even more, and thin strands of blood flowed from her seven orifices, carrying a pungent stench.
Yan Qing then realized that Meng Fan was the most severely contaminated of the three. Her body was almost completely rotten and eaten away, leaving only an intact outer skin.
Oh no! We can't let her stay angry, otherwise, she'll be the next one to suffer.
Yan Qing decisively took out 10,000 spirit coins and threw them directly at Meng Fan.
Strangely enough, as soon as the spirit coins arrived, Meng Fan's eyes became much clearer.
In front of the two people on either side of her, she opened her mouth wide and swallowed all the spirit coins in one gulp. Then she let out a satisfied sigh.
Yu Lele and Mu Zihan were extremely envious, but they didn't dare to snatch even a fraction of it.
The breakfast went exceptionally well. After the meal, Yan Qing took the opportunity to suggest that she wanted to visit Mu Zihan's room.
Mu Zihan agreed without hesitation, staring intently at Yan Qing with a greedy glint in her eyes.
When Yan Qing first entered the pink room, she discovered that this was the only room that belonged to a real, ordinary college student.
Mu Zihan doesn't have many things; half of the room is filled with various books and study materials.
In addition, she even has a separate photography corner. There, her photographic works and awards are displayed.
—And an old Sony camcorder, which looks quite vintage.
It seems she really enjoys taking photos! Therefore, it's almost certain that she's the one who spied on Zhang Nana, filmed her, and threatened her.
Yan Qing subtly surveyed her room, but unfortunately, everything was clearly visible, even the wardrobe was open, making it impossible to hide anyone.
As for under the bed, the old wooden planks offered almost no obstruction of view. Besides, there was truly nothing there.
Mu Zihan pretended not to know and casually spread her hands at her, "What, do you need something from me?"
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