The girl was as happy as if she were chatting with her best friend of many years. She strolled around the dormitory like a little deer, and she could answer her own questions without the girl having to reply.
Cheng Shuang held the cup with a smile, listening intently, but her eyes kept glancing at the two beds opposite her.
The class monitor's bed was closest to the window, with a shelf at the foot of the bed. Opposite him were two beds, one against the wall and the other huddled against the door, both with curtains drawn, making it impossible to see if any students were sleeping inside.
Although the class monitor said that she was the only one in the dormitory, Cheng Shuang still felt that there was a shadow lying on the bed next to the door. She rubbed her eyes suspiciously, wondering if it was just the shape of the blanket.
The little girl glanced at the class monitor, who was busy rummaging through the cabinet again, and let out a slightly surprised sigh. She then moved closer and pressed herself tightly against the class monitor's side.
The girl's body temperature was cool, which was quite comfortable on the hot early autumn night. She lowered her head and looked at Cheng Shuang. Seeing a hint of panic in Cheng Shuang's delicate eyebrows and eyes, she immediately smiled and said in a coquettish voice, "Ah? What's wrong? Why are you being so clingy!"
"There...there's someone over there!" the little girl cried out in a coquettish voice. "Class monitor, I'm scared!"
Her beautiful eyes crinkled into crescent moons as the girl pinched the little girl's chubby cheek with satisfaction. "It's probably Xu Anya! She's not feeling well and hasn't come to class all day."
The class monitor is a liar! Didn't he say there was no one else?
Forcing herself to swallow the provocative question, Cheng Shuang obediently said "oh" and continued, "Which bed do I sleep in? Is it that one?" She pointed to the bed opposite her.
"That's Song Xiaosha's bed. She went to the library to clean and doesn't know when she'll be back. Do you want to sleep in her bed?" The class monitor tilted his head, looking serious. "If you want to sleep there, you can. We can sleep in her bed!"
What do you mean "us"? There's no "us"! It's just you, me, and her!
The little girl realized the class monitor's intention, and her face turned ashen. She quickly lowered her head to hide the resistance in her eyes, fiddled with her fingers pitifully, and pleaded as much as she could, "But I've always slept alone since I was little, I'm not used to it..."
"What? You want to sleep in Song Xiaosha's bed by yourself?"
The crisp voice rose a few decibels, becoming slightly sharp and piercing. Cheng Shuang knew without even looking that her words had angered the class monitor.
Her head was tied even lower, and only her chubby little face and pouting lips could be vaguely seen from the top of her head with its whorl.
For some reason, her heart softened. The girl's resentment came and went quickly. She touched the girl's crown of hair, her tone softening but carrying a deep malice, "You're going to sleep? Aren't you afraid that stupid pig Song Xiaosha will wake you up in the middle of the night and eat you up in one bite? She loves to eat, she eats everything, she's not picky at all!"
The girl's eyes flickered. Song Xiaosha, who was already 'dead' in the library, Xu Anya, who hadn't shown up in the classroom all day, and Wu Qianyu, the class monitor who clearly had the potential to be a boss...
"Class monitor, I don't want to sleep in her bed." The little girl pleaded softly, tugging at the class monitor's clothes and acting cute. "I want to drink hot milk, what should I do, class monitor?"
"No hot milk, only hot water." The girl, not one to be coerced, smiled more sincerely. She picked up the thermos, listened to the sound of water inside, and said, "I'll go get some hot water. You wait for me obediently in the dorm." With that, she left, leaving a warning before closing the door: "Don't wander off. I don't want to search for you all over the dorm area. I'll be heartbroken if I can't find you!"
Cheng Shuang gave a stiff, obedient smile.
Are people here always talking like this? Instead of saying there's danger, they just say "you're whole"...
I must say, it's really quite scary!
However... don't wander around aimlessly, not that you shouldn't rummage through things.
Once the door was completely closed, the little girl jumped up and released the Zombie Monster to guard the door and monitor Xu Anya, who appeared to be fast asleep. She then tiptoed up to the upper bunk opposite.
At this moment, Song Xiaosha's bed was neatly made. The pillowcases, sheets, and blankets were all in the same pattern, white with small pink flowers, full of retro charm. They were folded at the foot of the bed, as if waiting for their owner to return.
Cheng Shuang glanced at it and immediately left. A bed that was too tidy wasn't good either; even a slight movement would leave some traces. She hesitated for a moment in front of the single wardrobe, bit her lip, and finally quickly opened the wardrobe door, trying to focus her attention on the clothes and miscellaneous items, consciously ignoring the private small items.
Perhaps because she was an orphan, Song Xiaosha had very few personal clothes. Her wardrobe was mostly filled with school uniforms, which were washed, ironed, and hung up in sets. Only one set was casually laid out in a corner, its dark fabric blending almost seamlessly with the wooden interior of the wardrobe.
If it weren't for the maintainer's enhanced senses, they would have easily overlooked it.
Cheng Shuang leaned closer to take a look, but because the light couldn't penetrate deep into the wardrobe, she couldn't see exactly what kind of clothes they were before she smelled a faint scent of blood and dust.
The little girl carefully put on her gloves, picked up the clothes, and her pupils suddenly contracted.
It was an autumn school uniform, exactly the same as the one she was wearing: a light blue, high-necked, wide-sleeved top and a black skirt that went past her knees. Large patches of dark brown bloodstains were pooled at the cuffs, and the back was stained with dust and cobwebs. The dried dirt on the hem of the skirt showed signs of crumbling.
Given Song Xiaosha's impeccable cleanliness, she wouldn't have put her dirty clothes in the closet unless she was in a rush.
She looked at the shelf opposite her, where there were three empty laundry baskets below, showing that dirty clothes had a place to go.
I touched the side pocket of my school uniform top, and it was empty. My black pleated skirt also had no pockets for storing anything. The clues just ended there.
Such a disheveled outfit naturally hides a great secret.
If neither the class monitor nor Liao Yuewei had heard Song Xiaosha's song "The Story of ABC," it's highly likely that Song Xiaosha wrote the song herself, meaning she was one of the parties involved.
Knowing full well that the library books should not be destroyed, she still did as she pleased, which means that the secrets inside must be related to her or to someone she cares about.
Cheng Shuang had a sudden flash of inspiration and remembered a line from the lyrics: After Little C killed Little A, Little B buried Little A. However, Little B, who cleaned up after Little C, was blamed by Little C, which led him to make a mistake in his sadness and run away from home that night...
If Xiao B is Song Xiaosha, then her clothes would be covered in blood and mud because she buried the dead Xiao A.
Does tearing up a book count as making a mistake?
As for running away from home, was it a mistake she made in the heat of the moment, or a secret she couldn't bear to keep?
The little girl pursed her lips, folded the clothes in half, and laid them back in the wardrobe as neatly as possible.
Just as she was about to rummage through the desk, she heard a very faint sound coming from under her feet. Looking down, she saw that her black leather shoes were stepping on a strangely shaped piece of white paper, and the sound was coming from the paper itself.
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