“According to what you said, I have a guess. Since we can’t get out through the main entrance, we can only go up to the roof.” Yuan Qingli looked up at the ceiling.
Meng Yu looked panicked: "You, you're not thinking of making us jump, jump off a building together, are you?"
"It's not impossible. I've never jumped like that before. Why don't you give it a try?" Yuan Qingli looked at Meng Yu, her expression encouraging.
"I...I..."
"Does he look like a human being?" Yuan Qingli suddenly pointed at Mu Yingshan.
Mu Yingshan felt offended.
Meng Yu shook her head: "It doesn't seem like it."
“So…” Yuan Qingli stopped and pointed to room 1305, which they had kicked open earlier, “we have to leave in an inhuman way.”
In the rush to save people, I didn't really observe the room carefully.
After scanning the room, Yuan Qingli noticed a few lines of small characters on the wall covered by the curtains, the handwriting slightly immature.
I leave myself to the land.
My favorite wild grasses can grow there.
If you need me again
You can find me under your boots.
— Walt Whitman
Yuan Qingli beckoned to the owner of the room and asked, "Meng Yu, did you write this?"
Following the direction Yuan Qingli was pointing, Meng Yu shook her head: "Sister Qingli, I don't understand what you're saying, there are no words on it..."
"Um?"
Yuan Qingli was surprised. Could Meng Yu not see it?
She asked Mu Yingshan, "And you?"
"I'm not blind, but I can't see either." Mu Yingshan said the same thing.
Yuan Qingli fell into deep thought. Why was she the only one who could see this poem? Could it be some important clue?
She read the poem aloud, and Mu Yingshan showed no reaction, but Meng Yu seemed somewhat moved.
A rare blush of embarrassment appeared on her pale face: "We had a poetry class before and learned this poem. I even told my deskmate that cremation is too cruel, and that if I die in the future, I can be buried directly in the ground without a coffin."
"Then I hope my family and friends will scatter alfalfa, sawdust, and straw on my decaying body, so that I may become one with this land."
Mu Yingshan snorted lightly: "You died quite poetically. Why go through all that trouble to merge with the land? I'll give you a free sword strike, guaranteed to bring a sky full of red flowers."
Red flower? Red my foot! Even sword immortals have learned to bend corners.
"So that's what you're thinking?" Yuan Qingli tiptoed and patted Meng Yu's head. "Then come out with us and properly convey your thoughts to your family and friends. I believe they will understand you."
"Mmm!" Instead of being ridiculed, Meng Yu received approval and couldn't help but chuckle softly.
...
"This is it."
After another week, Yuan Qingli found no new clues, so she led Meng Yu and Mu Yingshan into the restroom of room 1305.
Meng Yu scratched his head in confusion: "Sister Qingli, why do we have to squeeze into one toilet with three people?"
"This is probably what it feels like for girls to hold hands while going to the toilet, right?" Yuan Qingli, pale from blood loss, joked with a smile.
Meng Yu laughed twice, then exchanged a silent glance with Mu Yingshan.
Yuan Qingli turned to the side, raised her hand and tapped the mirror, "We need to get out of this hellhole."
"Mirror? What... did you bump into it?" Meng Yu was completely baffled.
Yuan Qingli gestured for them to wait, then shouted into the mirror, "Long-tongued ghost, long-tongued ghost, long-tongued ghost, I've found someone, quickly summon us back."
Actually, Yuan Qingli wasn't sure if Meng Yu was the person the gossipy ghost wanted to save.
There was no response from the other end.
Yuan Qingli frowned. What happened? Did the signal get bad and the call drop?
Yuan Qingli called out to the mirror several more times, already impatient.
The long-tongued ghost remained silent for a while. Could it be that we can't go back?
Yuan Qingli pondered for a moment, then grabbed a wooden clothes hanger, about to smash the mirror.
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