The large dance studio was brightly lit.
Cheng stared wide-eyed as a mirror on the wall gradually rippled like water, and then a nine-square grid of scenes appeared on the mirror surface.
There are six squares in total.
The short-haired woman and the long-haired woman who were attacked by the nun occupy two squares, and they are wearing sportswear and separated by two different locations.
The long-haired girl stood on the empty playground, bewildered and flustered, clutching a volleyball and looking around. Beneath the lush greenery surrounding the playground, countless green, murderous eyes lurked.
The short-haired woman was lost in the bathroom. She looked anxious and restless, running around in the confined space trying to find a way out, but she didn't notice that the blood flowing from several faucets had already submerged her feet.
—Wenwen and Su Ming.
The other two boxes contain the images of a pair of girls who have safely passed through the restaurant. One of them is lying in an unknown, dark corner, illuminated only by a beam of light. The light grows brighter and brighter, while her limbs are firmly chained, and she lies unconscious in a spread-eagle position.
Another person was trembling and hiding under a desk in a teacher's office. Through the gap between the chair legs, a pair of heels could be seen slowly walking in from outside.
—Liu Jueshan and Fangfang.
In these six shots, Cheng Shuang quickly found Liao Yuewei's figure. She stood in the empty dance studio, carrying her dance clothes, her expression extremely heavy. The four wall mirrors reflected countless images of Liao Yuewei, occasionally one showing a completely different expression, flashing by and getting closer.
The last girl, whose appearance was unfamiliar and who was a few sizes taller than the average girl, cautiously peered through a heavy door. Unbeknownst to her, a pair of pale hands gradually emerged from the door, then a second pair, a third pair… until they were countless.
—Tian Dashuo.
Cheng Shuang recognized the place; it was a restaurant.
Alright, everyone's here now!
The little girl glanced at the class monitor subconsciously, and then realized that her position had changed.
All around her were rows of bookshelves, filled with a multitude of books, arranged in a haphazard yet orderly fashion. The quiet space amplified even the sound of breathing, while the long candlelight cast a long shadow of her alone, making her appear even more lonely and desolate in the atmosphere.
Fortunately, the smell of paper and ink that filled her nose was familiar to Cheng Shuang; it was light and refreshing, much more pleasant than the smell of blood and dampness.
Maybe she was just good at praising people?
Cheng Shuang thought for a moment, then smiled at the class monitor.
The quiet library echoed with the crisp sound of his heels as the class monitor approached.
She bent down and whispered into the little girl's ear with a playful smile, "Ah, I remember now, this game was mentioned by those so-called outsiders, it's called 'Escape Room'!"
Cheng Shuang was slightly taken aback. Outsiders?
Soon her attention was drawn to the girl's dark, deep eyes. Those unfathomable eyes reflected Cheng Shuang's small face and large, peach-blossom eyes. She exuded an air of innocence. Her pink, puffy dance dress accentuated her fair complexion, making her look exceptionally delicate, like a doll in a shop window.
"How adorable!" the class monitor exclaimed.
Cheng Shuang felt her face being gently pinched again, and her heart sank.
It turns out that these protectors are, in the eyes of the ghosts, their truest selves. They have never truly "integrated" into the community. Their struggles for survival are merely a source of amusement for the ghosts!
The little girl lowered her eyes and suddenly remembered the head teacher who had given her the medicine. From beginning to end, the head teacher had never mistaken her for someone else.
She failed to notice such a huge oversight in time.
But even if they discover it, what can they do? Besides adding to the tension and indignation, they can't save anyone's life.
"Little cutie, guess who will get caught by the 'teacher' first? Is it you..." The class monitor affectionately tapped Cheng Shuang's nose, then moved his fingertip to Liao Yuewei's frame, "Or her?"
It seemed that ever since they started spending time alone together, the class monitor's personality had become increasingly unruly and malicious. She tilted her head and looked at Cheng Shuang, her eyes filled with undisguised malice.
The little girl suddenly smiled, looking at the girl waiting for her answer, and tilted her head back, mimicking her posture, asking, "Is this a death trap or an easy question? Kind and lovely young lady, could you give me a hint?" She blinked her big eyes, cupped her hands, and pleaded, "Please, please!"
Oh no!
Itchy hands!
I want to masturbate!
Wu Qianyu's face stiffened. She restrained her restless fingers, casually put her hand to her mouth as if thinking, but actually secretly suppressed the involuntary upward curve of her lips.
"That depends on your performance!"
She left with a meaningful remark, turned and left, disappearing into the library in a few steps.
That posture looked more like a hasty retreat.
Cheng Shuang's smile faded, and she lowered her eyes to pick up a not-too-thick hardcover book from the nearest bookshelf. The book was titled 'A Call from Time'.
This is the spot where the class monitor's eyes unintentionally swept across while he was speaking.
Perhaps the class monitor's temperament was too unpredictable, but she had a pair of particularly beautiful eyes, deep and bright, enough to reveal a lot to the young girl that she wanted to know.
Cheng Shuang didn't rush to open the book; instead, she walked around to observe the surroundings.
The library, spanning over 100 square meters, is filled with densely packed bookshelves. The passageway through the rows of bookshelves is extremely narrow, allowing only one person to pass at a time. The library has no windows, and the four walls are covered with wallpaper featuring antique and luxurious patterns, making the entire space feel even more oppressive.
The walls were spotless, and the library's notices were clearly not on the walls.
She had heard of escape room games, but due to her heart condition, many games with stimulating elements were strictly prohibited. And the post-apocalyptic young woman's memories contained no mention of entertainment; they were filled with bloodshed, carnage, and the hardships of survival.
The little girl was a bit at a loss for what to do, so she found a table, turned on the desk lamp, and quietly opened her book.
She read quickly, finishing the thin book in no time and gaining a general understanding of the story of this "Call from Time," which was actually about the past and present of the girls' school.
This school was established as early as 934 AD and was named Hongzhi Academy. It was mainly for receiving and educating children from poor families. After a hundred years of historical changes, just when the struggle between children from poor families and aristocratic families was intensifying, the turmoil in the court affected the common people. The famous Hongzhi Academy was wiped out overnight. Not only were several teachers who were famous in the time, but also countless students and precious books accumulated by generations were burned to ashes in the fire.
When the authorities investigated, they claimed that a group of bandits had mistakenly broken into the school and, fearing being reported by the students, had committed the crimes and fled in the night. Their crimes were numerous and varied; they were almost never even tried, and those caught were simply beheaded with their heads covered.
Later, with the change of dynasties, the power of aristocratic families was replaced by others. Through the continuous efforts of those with ulterior motives, Hongzhi Academy left its mark in every dynasty, but it ended in tragedy.
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