“I’ve already been there, but there were no clues,” Fang Xiu said calmly.
Ma Xingbang clearly didn't believe it, but he didn't dare to say that Fang Xiu was lying. Instead, he said tactfully, "What if you've overlooked some clues? I'll take a look."
As he spoke, Ma Xingbang cautiously pushed the door open to check. He glanced around and immediately spotted the torn pieces of paper, which delighted him.
However, after looking at it carefully, I found that it was completely empty, and I immediately felt cheated.
"What a waste of paper! Why tear up perfectly good white paper?"
He threw the paper away and left.
After a brief exploration, the group soon discovered another office, with a sign that clearly read: Dean's Office.
Fang Xiu's eyes flickered. Had the dean's office moved here?
Upon seeing the words "Dean's Office," even Yang Ming, who had the lowest IQ, felt he should go in and take a look, perhaps there were some secrets hidden inside.
Fang Xiu didn't care. Although he had already seen it before, this was the first time he could truly enter and search through it.
So, the group quickly entered the dean's office and naturally saw the parchment left by Zhou Qingfeng.
Do those favored by fate want to know the truth about this world?
Want to know what the eerie thing really is?
You must be full of questions to have come this far. Don't worry, my friend. I've left everything in Room 520, Building C, Qingshan Mental Hospital. Everything you want to know is there. Go, go and find it.
When you find the truth, that's also when you make your choice.
Follow your heart and accept the gifts of fate.
Signed by: Zhou Qingfeng
After reading the words on the parchment, everyone had different expressions.
"A person favored by fate, isn't that talking about me? It seems Zhou Qingfeng is a good person to get along with, he even left me a gift," Yang Ming muttered.
Bai Qi's face immediately darkened: "Idiot! Is the focus on the gift? Shouldn't the focus be on who Zhou Qingfeng is, what the truth of the world is, and why he knew you were coming in advance?"
"Hey Xiaobai, why think so much? Just go to room 520 and you'll know," Yang Ming said nonchalantly.
Only Ma Xingbang's eyes flickered; it was only because he had lost face that his expression was unreadable, otherwise his face would have been extremely shocked.
The item was indeed left here; was it meant for Yang Ming?
But why him?
Could it be because of... fate?
He seemed to realize something, and quickly suppressed his shock, trying his best not to give himself away.
Little did they know, Fang Xiu had seen everything.
Then, another miraculous scene unfolded.
"Hey! The words on this are disappearing!" Yang Ming suddenly exclaimed.
Everyone looked over quickly and saw that the writing on the parchment was gradually disappearing as if it had been erased by an eraser.
Fang Xiu's heart stirred slightly. It seemed that this was all the Dean's arrangement, and everything related to him would be erased.
"Is there something wrong with this parchment?"
The group began to examine the parchment again, but no matter how they examined it, they found that it was just an ordinary piece of parchment.
So the group started searching the dean's office for other useful clues, but found nothing and had to move on.
“Brother Xiu, should we go check out room 520 in Building C, as it says on the parchment? To be honest, I’m really curious what gift the director of this mental hospital left me,” Yang Ming suggested.
At this moment, Ma Xingbang, who had been silent all along, suddenly said, "Fang Xiu, we are now in Building C. You have been leading the way all along. Did you already know that something was hidden in Building C, which is why you brought us here?"
"That's right." Fang Xiu didn't hide it, because there was no need to.
Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Ma Xingbang's heart sank.
He believed that since Fang Xiu had foreseen that the thing was there, he must have also foreseen its magical properties.
He now has another potential competitor.
"Let's go, to the fifth floor," Fang Xiu said calmly, and then led everyone to the fifth floor.
About ten minutes later, the group found the stairs. They were currently on the third floor and needed to go up two more floors to reach the fifth floor.
However, the group stopped at the stairs because there was something strange blocking their way.
The specifics of the strange phenomenon were unclear to the crowd, as all they could see was a tangible mass of darkness swirling around the stairs, like a motionless black hole, quietly resting on the stairs.
No one dared to walk directly up the stairs. What if some terrifying being emerged from the black hole, or sucked them in?
At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on Fang Xiu.
When in doubt, consult a fortune teller.
"Brother Xiu, what do you mean?" Yang Ming asked.
"Let's go." Fang Xiu said only one word calmly, and then walked directly towards the stairs.
Then, a surprising scene unfolded: as Fang Xiu approached, the darkness began to tremble in a manner similar to that of a human, and then...
Whoosh!
They ran away in a flash.
"They...they escaped!?" Yang Ming and the others were shocked.
To everyone's surprise, this strange creature turned and ran away as soon as it saw Fang Xiu.
Only Fang Xiu himself knew that the reason the strange creature ran away was not because it saw him, but because it saw the strange creature turning back behind him.
Clearly, the eerie sight of turning around was more terrifying than the eerie sight on the stairs, and it directly drove it away.
"Go upstairs."
At a command, everyone began to climb the building. Whether it was the intimidation of the ghostly figure or not, they climbed all the way to the fifth floor without encountering any danger.
Upon reaching the fifth floor, the environment suddenly changed, completely different from the scenes I had experienced before. This did not seem to be a mental hospital, but rather a depressing room with a pale yellow hue.
The ceiling and walls were a worn, yellowish color, and the light from the fluorescent tubes was a dim, yellowish light that constantly emitted a hissing noise.
The ground was covered with a thick, yellowed carpet that smelled musty.
Two paths lay before them, one on the left and one on the right.
Everyone looked at Fang Xiu again.
Fang Xiu then looked at Yang Ming.
"Brother Xiu, why are you looking at me like that? Which way should we go?" Yang Ming asked.
Which path do you think we should take?
At this moment, Fang Xiu had not died and rewound. He guessed that since the gift was meant for Yang Ming, the dean would definitely set up many obstacles to prevent others from getting it.
Take, for example, the fork in the road right in front of us.
Therefore, the best choice at this time is to leave it to fate.
"You're asking me?" Yang Ming asked, somewhat surprised. "Couldn't you just have predicted it?"
"The ability to foresee the future has significant side effects. I can't predict everything, so that's when you'll have to rely on fate."
(More to come later)
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