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"good."
Zhou Ziqiu stepped forward and walked alongside Wen Su, while Cui Yongle followed closely behind, walking beside the two.
Wen Su glanced down at Zhou Ziqiu beside him, and reached out to brush the wall dust off his clothes. The walls here were very old, like the bald patches on an old man's head, black and white in patches. Even a light touch of the wall would leave your hand covered in dust, let alone the fact that Zhou Ziqiu had just leaned against it.
"Oh, thank you."
Zhou Ziqiu almost forgot about the dust on his clothes. After thanking him, he also patted the dust off his own clothes.
Footsteps were particularly noticeable in the empty corridor, and a gust of wind from somewhere made the loose windows rattle. Other than that, there was no other sound. The three of them walked to the stairs and went up to the fourth floor, where the classroom where the incident occurred was located. That classroom was in the center of the teaching building; after going up the stairs, turning right and passing through two classrooms, they could see the classroom.
Wen Su stepped forward and pushed open the half-closed wooden door. Amidst the swirling dust, the entire classroom came into view. Because it had been abandoned for a long time, no one had set foot there except for the later explorers. The ground was covered with dust, and the desks and chairs in the classroom were scattered haphazardly. The old wooden blackboard was covered with chalk graffiti, and it was not hard to tell who had left it.
Cui Yongle and Wen Su stepped into the classroom, while Zhou Ziqiu stood at the door, his eyes fixed on the classroom.
In his eyes, the desks and chairs in the classroom were neatly arranged, the students were sitting in an orderly manner listening to the lesson, and the teacher on the stage was writing on the blackboard with his back to the students. But when he appeared at the door, all the students turned around and looked at him. Even the teacher stopped writing on the blackboard and turned around to look at him.
The students' eyes were hollow, and blood was still flowing down their faces.
Zhou Ziqiu took a step back, and when he blinked and opened his eyes again, the group of students were no longer in the classroom, and the scene in front of him was as dilapidated as the surroundings.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing that Zhou Ziqiu had not entered the classroom, Wen Su came out of the classroom and found him.
"It's nothing." Zhou Ziqiu shook his head and described what he had just seen to Wen Su. "Let's come again tonight. Maybe we can see them again."
Cui Yongle also came out of the classroom and nodded after hearing Zhou Ziqiu's words: "Good idea."
The three of them then left and returned to the hotel.
Standing under the showerhead, the warm water flowed over his cold skin, but it brought no warmth to Zhou Ziqiu. He sighed deeply and reached out to brush his slightly long bangs behind his head.
There was something he forgot to tell Wen Su and Cui Yongle.
He saw that the teacher had clearly written "corpse" on the blackboard.
Death, or corpse. Who died, and whose corpse? Zhou Ziqiu couldn't understand. Was it his death and his corpse, or their death and their corpse?
After taking a shower, Zhou Ziqiu put on a bathrobe, picked up the phone on the table, sent a message to Cui Yongle, then put the phone aside and sat on the sofa, flipping through the book in his hand.
A moment later, someone knocked on his door.
Zhou Ziqiu stepped forward to open the door, but standing behind it was Wen Su, holding a laptop in his hand.
"What's wrong?"
Zhou Ziqiu invited Wen Su into the house. Wen Su glanced at Zhou Ziqiu's exposed calves and neck, and the wet ends of his hair were still dripping water. After putting down the computer, he took a hairdryer from the bathroom and let Zhou Ziqiu sit on the floor. There was a soft white carpet on the floor, so there was no need to worry about him catching a cold.
After Zhou Ziqiu obediently sat on the ground, Wen Su first turned on the computer and placed it on his lap, then sat on the sofa behind Zhou Ziqiu and turned on the hairdryer on the boy's soft hair.
Wen Su didn't turn it on to the highest setting, so it wouldn't cause Zhou Ziqiu any burning sensation. His slender, bony fingers ran through his hair, lifting strands and letting the warm breeze gently dry the water droplets on his hair.
"Hmm..."
Zhou Ziqiu really enjoyed having his hair blown by Wen Su so gently. He unconsciously moved closer to Wen Su's legs, so he didn't see that Wen Su's face suddenly turned a little red and his movements became a little awkward.
At this moment, his attention was focused on the computer screen that Wen Su had brought over. The screen showed the backend of Qingdeng. Someone had left a message in the backend of Liaoyuan Pavilion. Zhou Ziqiu checked it and found that it was the person who had previously sent him a message saying that there was noise from a nearby school at night. Not long after, that person left another message saying that it was a misunderstanding, but this morning that person sent another message saying that it might not be a misunderstanding.
Zhou Ziqiu scrolled down and saw Wen Su's reply to that person's message. He first asked for the person's address, and the person said it was in Xiqi. After that, Wen Su seemed to check the person's address and asked if he wasn't in Dongshan City. The person said that the location was wrong and that he was in Xiqi now.
Zhou Ziqiu had noticed the message at the time, but after seeing that the person's location was in Dongshan, he didn't pay much attention to it. After the person said it was a misunderstanding, he simply replied and didn't care anymore. He didn't expect that the location was set wrong.
Further down the line, Wen Su inquired about the person's detailed address, only to discover that the person lived in a residential area near Xiqi No. 2 High School.
Zhou Ziqiu looked up and met Wen Su's gaze behind him, the scar on his neck appearing slightly larger with his movement.
Wen Su chuckled, stopped drying his hair, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"We still need to go check it out tonight," Zhou Ziqiu said.
Wen Su reached out and pushed his head back to continue drying his hair: "I know, I'll dry your hair first."
"oh."
The low hum of the hairdryer masked the text message notification sound from the phone, but Wen Su saw the screen light up briefly. He reached out to hand the phone to Zhou Ziqiu, and as he picked it up, he glanced at it quickly and saw the words "Understood" and "Start construction as soon as possible." However, Zhou Ziqiu took the phone so quickly that he didn't see who sent the message.
Zhou Ziqiu, however, exclaimed "Ah!" after seeing the screen.
Wen Su asked casually, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing much, I just felt there should be something under this school, so I asked Cui Yongle to urge the construction to start."
"oh."
Wen Su's voice was relatively flat, but the hand holding the hairdryer tightened slightly.
That night.
The three arrived at the former site of Xiqi No. 2 High School at 11 p.m. As the night deepened, they felt the desolation of the place even more. The dim streetlights tried their best to illuminate the area, but the unstable current made the beams flicker, sometimes on and sometimes off. In the residential areas and villas they passed through, very few houses had their lights on, and some buildings didn't even have a single light on.
Looking at the villa area, Cui Yongle sighed, "I wonder if the developers have something wrong with their brains."
"What's wrong?"
Wen Su reached out and put a headband flashlight on Zhou Ziqiu's forehead. Zhou Ziqiu interrupted and asked after hearing Cui Yongle's complaint.
“I checked this area this afternoon. Did you see that villa area?” Cui Yongle quickly put on his flashlight and pointed to the dark villa area. “That used to be a mass grave.”
It is common to build schools on mass graves because children have strong yang energy, which can suppress yin energy. But the yin energy here is so strong that even the children's yang energy cannot suppress it. How could anyone be so brainless as to build houses here?
"Oh?" Zhou Ziqiu was a little curious after hearing Cui Yongle's words.
"Not only that, the Dongfen District, Xifen District, and Nanfen District of Xiqi were also changed from mass burial grounds." The more Cui Yongle thought about what he had found out, the more he felt a chill. "Do you know why they are called Dongfen and Xifen? It wasn't originally the character 'fen'; it was the character for 'graveyard.' Later, they thought it sounded bad, so they changed it to 'fen'."
Xiqi today is a city built on a mass grave!
Zhou Ziqiu was also taken aback when he heard this. This was different from the Xiqi he remembered. However, cities in ancient times could not be compared with cities nowadays. No matter how big a city was in the past, it would only be the size of a county town in today's terms. Not to mention that Xiqi in the past was not very big to begin with.
"Let's go in and take a look."
Wen Su spoke.
“That’s true,” Zhou Ziqiu nodded.
The three entered the school following the route they had taken during the day. The campus was even quieter in the dead of night, and the echoes of their footsteps on the floor were louder. They bumped against the walls of the corridor several times before the sound returned to their ears. The beam of their flashlights illuminated the flying dust, but the areas not reached by the light were pitch black, making them constantly worry about what might be lurking there, fearing that they might turn their heads and meet a pair of eyes.
Wen Su glanced down at his watch: "It's almost midnight."
The watch showed that it was 11:58 a.m.
Zhou Ziqiu and Cui Yongle nodded, but the next second the three of them heard footsteps, unhurried, like high heels on the floor. Then, more footsteps sounded, and even voices and conversations could be heard. The noise from the playground also came.
The moment the hands on the clock coincided, the lights in the school building, which had been without power for eighteen years, came back on. The bright light shone through the dusty lampshades, giving it a slightly yellowish hue, but it allowed the three of them to clearly see their changed surroundings. The corridors and classrooms were clean and tidy, and students of different heights and appearances were running busily through the corridors. They seemed not to see Wen Su and his two companions, passing right through them and running straight to their classrooms.
Wen Su, Zhou Ziqiu, and Cui Yongle exchanged glances and immediately rushed to the classroom from earlier that day. Now, not only Zhou Ziqiu saw it, but Wen Su and Cui Yongle also saw the scene that Zhou Ziqiu had described earlier.
However, things are a little different now than during the day. They are like real students now. Even if someone stands at the classroom door, they don't even glance at them. They are listening attentively to the teacher's lecture on the stage. Cui Yongle also saw the character "corpse" that Zhou Ziqiu had told him about in the afternoon on the blackboard.
Wen Su also saw the word. After a moment of surprise, he seemed to be deep in thought. After thinking for a while, he stepped into the classroom.
Zhou Ziqiu and Cui Yongle did not stop them; they were also curious about what would happen.
There weren't many people in the class in the past, and there was still an empty seat in the classroom. Wen Su took a few steps and sat down there. His long legs couldn't fit under the small desk, so he put his legs out. The "female classmate" next to him didn't seem to notice his arrival. She was still looking up at the blackboard and then looking down to take notes, as if there was some knowledge on the blackboard with only the character "corpse" that she didn't understand.
Wen Su looked down at her writing for a moment, then looked up at the blackboard. Next, Wen Su did something that shocked Zhou Ziqiu and Cui Yongle - he actually raised his hand to the "teacher" on the podium!
"Teacher," Wen Su's voice was languid, "you're wrong."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the classroom turned to look at Wen Su. 18:58:20
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