The environment on the artificial island has always been excellent, but it's exceptionally good today.
Shekh, clutching a thick cushion, lay on the low couch in front of the French windows, its tail curled up on the floor.
The sun was shining brightly outside, and a white gauze curtain was drawn in front of the window. The weakened sunlight was cast onto her sunken spinal groove and hunched shoulder blades, casting faint shadows on her bare skin. The light and shadow were delicate, and from a distance, it looked like a romantic realist oil painting.
If you can ignore her sighs and groans.
No matter how beautifully the flowers are blooming outside, that's how much energy Sher had put into last night's madness.
The car was parked at the entrance, and from the second-floor master bedroom, you could still see the driver's seat, which hadn't been moved back to its original position.
Shi Jinzhe was downstairs taking his phone, which he had left in his car the night before, when he seemed to sense something. After closing the car door, he looked up at the second floor.
Shekh turned around and saw her dress, which she had only worn once and used as a hand pad, lying quietly at the doorway, all wrinkled and crumpled.
never mind.
She should just catch up on her sleep while facing the outside.
With his eyes closed, Shekh let out a sigh of relief in less than half a minute.
Did Shi Jinzhe poison her last night? Why does she have this illusion that she hasn't finished when everything is completely black in her vision...?
Is she really that addicted?
No way, spring is already over.
...
"Little tail, let go of me first."
?
Shekh turned her head in confusion, wondering what kind of nonsense the terminology was, and that her tail was anything but small.
She followed the sound to find her tail, and soon saw the tip of her tail shamelessly hooked around Shi Jinzhe's ankle, wrapping around him with every step he took.
She's embarrassing herself again.
Shekh changed the subject with an irrelevant answer, quietly retracting his tail, and asked, "Is anyone looking for me?"
"Yes, there are a few unread messages from Chi Yu, about last night. He figured it out and told me. The others aren't that important."
Shi Jinzhe sat down next to her and let Shehe rest her head on his lap. "But there's some interesting news you should see."
Sheh lay flat on his back, using a pillow to cover his body, and muttered, "Ghostly Hot Post...?"
#A paranormal experience I personally had; it seems I entered a parallel universe, absolutely true!#
The user who posted the message said that he was a first-year boarding student at XX International School. It was during the May Day holiday, and all his roommates except him were from the local area and had gone home for the holiday. The strange thing happened one night when he was living alone in the dormitory building.
Do you believe in parallel universes? I do, because I've actually entered another world.
It was the second day of the May Day holiday. I was playing online games with others in my dorm, and we were about to win when all my teammates suddenly disconnected. I was about to yell at them when I realized that my own network had dropped. Not only the network, but my phone, tablet, smartwatch—everything that could connect me to the outside world—became unusable in that instant!
I stormed out of my dorm room, ready to ask the dorm supervisor what was going on, but when I opened the door, the entire building was plunged into darkness. The motion-activated lights were broken, and the hallway was pitch black. Without thinking much, I tried to use my phone's flashlight to go outside, but all I could do was check the time; nothing else worked.
I've always been a staunch materialist, never believing in ghosts or spirits, but that night, everything changed.
I wanted to go downstairs, but the stairs seemed endless, one floor after another. What's worse, a few strange people had entered the school dormitory building. Every time they saw me, they would ask me all sorts of questions, constantly asking if anything strange had happened in the building. But to me, they were the strangest people...
[This group of people seemed to be looking for something. It was really, really scary. They dragged me away, and in the men's restroom on the fourth floor, I saw it was full of blood.]
I remember what they did, but I can't recall what they said or what they looked like. However, I remember one person very clearly—a man. He pushed another person out of the window of dormitory 613 right in front of me, without the slightest hesitation…
The poster paused for a long time after finishing this part of the story, and only continued writing six hours later.
[Sorry to keep you all waiting. I just went to calm things down. It was the first time I'd ever seen a dead person, or rather, not exactly dead. I recognized the person who was pushed; he was a senior in high school. He…]
The poster seemed unable to continue, saying, "His death was indescribable. I heard them say that he fell and didn't actually die for two hours..."
What followed was a long, rambling account of other things, what was in each dormitory, where everything was arranged, and all sorts of minor details, all described with great certainty by the poster.
This post reads like a middle school student's fantastical adventure. He describes it in great detail, and apart from names and faces, the scenes he encounters are incredibly realistic.
At the end of the post, he wrote, "That person not only killed my classmate, but also their companion who came in with him. Perhaps the man who pushed them left too deep an impression on me; I vaguely remember someone calling him Brother Ping."
[I saw the remaining people suddenly disappear in front of me, and then I passed out. When I woke up, I found myself still sitting in my dorm playing games, and everything was normal, just like a dream. I know everyone probably thinks I'm making this up, but I know what I experienced was real.]
After reading it, Shekh understood that this person had entered the game instance. "He is a native of the instance world who accidentally entered it."
Shi Jinzhe: "Yes, continue reading."
Shech continued reading, and what propelled the post to high popularity and sparked discussion was not the story itself, but the fact that someone at the student's school had actually jumped from building 613.
Police suspected the poster was the murderer, but surveillance footage from outside the building and inside the building showed that the person who jumped did so on his own, and the poster never left the dormitory room when he jumped.
In addition, the dormitory scene and furnishings described by the poster actually match reality. He didn't know any of the senior students in those dormitories. If he was making up a story, how did he know so much about them?
As the investigation progressed, insiders revealed that the student who jumped to his death had bullied many people, including one who, when he was in the second year of junior high school, covered his face with a plastic bag, beat him, and locked him in the fourth-floor men's restroom overnight, where he suffocated to death.
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