Chapter 107: The 21st Scene The first, the second... the 20th...
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The second dance.
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“Ding-ling-ling——”
He Yuezhe was awakened by the doorbell. He opened the door in a daze and saw an extremely beautifully wrapped envelope in front of him.
After changing into her dress and taking her "license", she walked alone on the path in the college.
Until he met Tang Xiqin, Yu Yuanxiang, Shan Rendong and Ming Jiao one by one, and watched them faint in his arms one by one for unknown reasons.
"team leader……?"
“Crack.”
"This is for you, to commemorate your second visit to the dance." From behind, an unidentified figure patted He Yuezhe's shoulder and handed her a photo. "Please keep it safe."
He Yuezhe was about to raise his head when he suddenly felt dizzy.
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The third [dance].
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“Ding-ling-ling——”
He Yuezhe felt a little strange, as she seemed to have heard this ringtone many times.
But she had only lived here for less than five days, right?
Shaking his head and not thinking about it anymore, He Yuezhe got out of bed and opened the door.
A letter with several circles of small flowers pasted on it floated down from the crack of the door, with the word "Dance" written in large letters inside.
This is an invitation letter, but He Yuezhe doesn’t really want to... doesn’t really want to... what?
She finally decided to go to this [dance].
Along the way, she met Tang Xiqin, Yu Yuanxiang and Shan Rendong, but why did they all faint?
“Crack.”
"This is for you, to commemorate your third visit to the dance." He Yuezhe turned around and saw an unidentified figure holding a photo. "Please keep it safe."
[Third]... ?
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The fourth [Dance].
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“Ding-ling-ling——”
Again, wait, how can it be again?
It's only been a week since I moved into this dorm, right? And no one's come to see me...
He Yuezhe got up and opened the door. A letter covered with sugar was placed on the carpet facing the door.
Following the instructions on the invitation letter, He Yuezhe, Tang Xiqin, Yu Yuanxiang, and Shan Rendong came to the so-called ceremony hall in the city together.
But He Yuezhe didn’t quite understand why everyone fell one after another.
“Crack.”
"This is for you, to commemorate your fourth visit to the ball," a large photo was displayed in front of her. "Please keep it safe."
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The fifth [Dance].
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“Ding-ling-ling——”
He Yuezhe stood up in annoyance, but accidentally pressed down Qu Biexing who was lying beside her and moving strangely.
So Qu Biexing jumped on, uh, the door handle with a start, and the door was opened with a bang.
A letter held in both hands appeared at the door, gleaming with light, looking quite unusual.
Soon, Qu Biexing fell on those [hands] and the letter slowly opened.
"So that's how it is..." He Yuezhe murmured, picked up the letter, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
After changing into a dress and taking the two daggers that were born from the [Rules], she went out and began to look for people.
The strange thing is that she only found Tang Xiqin and Yu Yuanxiang. Besides them... besides them... who else is there?
Memory, memory is failing again... No, she must remember, must...
“Crack.”
The crisp sound of taking pictures rang out again.
He Yuezhe raised her head again, looked at the unidentified object again, and looked at the photo again.
——A photo that records this extravagant and crazy scene.
"This is for you, to commemorate your [fifth], um, [fifth] time at the [ball]." The photo was torn into pieces, but the unidentified object said again, "Well... you'd better keep it safe."
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The sixth [Dance].
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“Ding-ling-ling——”
He Yuezhe opened his eyes.
Close your eyes again.
A door that is not opened, an invitation that is not accepted, and a dance that is not attended.
But……
“Crack.”
“…”
"This is for you. It's a commemoration of your sixth visit to the dance," the unidentified figure stood outside He Yuezhe's dormitory window, talking to itself, ignoring the old-fashioned camera that had been knocked over. "Please keep it safe."
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The seventh [Dance].
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"Ding-ling, click!"
He Yuezhe threw the sleeping Qu Biexing towards the door.
It was just a coincidence that Qu Biexing pressed the door handle open again.
A sticky letter was crumpled up and thrown at the door, and the wind created when the door opened blew it directly into the room.
The increasing number of [Dance] and [Rules] above inexplicably frightened He Yuezhe so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.
...There's no need to use this method to create a terrifying atmosphere, right? It's not like I can't pretend a little.
So He Yuezhe let out a very artificial cry, threw down the letter and rushed out of the room in his formal dress.
There was a knock on each door.
The non-existent Ming Jiao, the non-existent mountain honeysuckle, and everything in He Yuezhe's world, except Tang Xiqin and Yu Yuanxiang, gradually turned grayish white.
She hugged the two of them and cried bitterly, but there was no response.
Because even...even they fell down and became two...[Dolls].
He Yuezhe doesn't hate [Dolls], but he can't say he likes them either.
So she took them and stepped into the [Dance] again——
The Ritual Hall, a place filled with decadence and truth.
What’s the result? But what’s the result?
“Crack.”
"Hello."
"This photo is for you, to commemorate your seventh visit to the dance," the unidentified creature said, its voice hollow as it devoured Tang Xiqin and Yu Yuanxiang's bodies. "Please keep it safe."
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The eighth [Dance].
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“Ding-ling-ling——”
He Yuezhe was too sleepy and didn't have the strength to get up and open the door.
So she had a good sleep.
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The ninth [Dance].
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“Ding-ling-ling——”
He Yuezhe was too sleepy and didn't have the strength to get up and open the door.
So she had a good sleep.
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The tenth [Dance].
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“Ding-ling-ling——”
He Yuezhe was too sleepy and didn't have the strength to get up and open the door.
But it seemed like something was forcing her to act, otherwise there wouldn't be this "sauce" dripping in this room.
He Yuezhe had no choice but to go and open the door.
Just as she grasped the door handle, something suddenly came in from under the door and bit her wrist.
Maybe this is a dragon?
It seemed to want to say something to him, but He Yuezhe couldn't see clearly.
She resisted the urge to dig out her eyes, broke off the little dragon's fangs, and then pressed them hard into her arm.
Before his blood-red eyes, a strange and unidentified object came out from the [cat's eye].
“Crack.”
The photo mercilessly cut He Yuezhe's arm, trying to roll out the fang.
"This is for you, to commemorate your tenth visit to the dance." The unidentified creature also squatted down and dug into He Yuezhe's arm with its unknown limbs. "Please keep it safe."
"Also, I want some gifts in return. I hope you can understand my good intentions."
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The eleventh [Dance].
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“Ding-ling-ling——”
He Yuezhe woke up with some confusion and looked at the extremely bloody thing in his arm... a tooth?
She felt her mind becoming increasingly unclear.
More than a week had passed since she and Tang Xiqin last completed a mission, and she had no recollection of what had happened during that time.
He got out of bed, opened the door, and took out the letter surrounded by tentacles.
He Yuezhe frowned, but changed into his formal attire, took his license and walked towards the ceremony hall.
But there was no one else along the way except her, and it was surprisingly quiet.
Walking into the ceremony hall where the temperature had already dropped below zero, He Yuezhe spread the sauce on a small biscuit with a cold face and opened his mouth to eat it.
“Crack.”
The loud sound of a camera interrupted her movements.
"This is for you, to commemorate your eleventh visit to the ball," a short, unidentified creature in formal attire said, handing over a photo. "Please keep it safe."
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The twelfth [dance].
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“Ding-ling-ling——”
He Yuezhe slowly calmed down, and the convulsions and vomiting caused by the poisoning gradually disappeared.
After wiping off the remaining "sauce" from the corner of his mouth, He Yuezhe felt as if a certain part of his brain was blocked.
She narrowed her eyes, ignored the "sauce" that flowed in through the door, and gently cut her scalp with the dagger.
A small wooden heart was taken down by her.
The ancient marks on it gave He Yuezhe a headache again.
The head, which was empty of anything, quickly deflated, and a pair of eyeballs peeled off from the head by themselves, rolling to the ground, uncontrollably crushing over the [sauce] and unknown debris, and rolling out the door.
“Crack.”
In the confused vision, an unknown object "struggled" to crawl in.
"Oh? This is for you, to commemorate your [twelfth] visit to the [ball]." The unidentified object straightened her eyes, then put down the old-fashioned camera in its hand, and the photo fell off. "Please keep it safe."
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The fourteenth [Dance].
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He Yuezhe's hand hurts so much.
He Yuezhe has a headache.
“Crack.”
He Yuezhe lost his memory.
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The fifteenth [Dance].
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He Yuezhe's hand hurt so much, she was probably bitten by something.
He Yuezhe had a terrible headache. She probably had her brains dug out by something.
“Crack.”
He Yuezhe couldn't remember many things.
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The sixteenth [Dance].
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He Yuezhe's hand hurt so much that she remembered that she was bitten by a dragon when she opened the door.
He Yuezhe's head hurt so much. She remembered that her head betrayed her when she was taking that thing.
“Crack.”
He Yuezhe remembered a lot of things.
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The seventeenth [Dance].
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He Yuezhe's hand hurt so much, she vaguely felt that this was related to [Ming Jiao].
He Yuezhe had a headache, and she vaguely felt that it was related to her.
“Crack.”
He Yuezhe began to feel sad about many things.
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The eighteenth [Dance].
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He Yuezhe's hand was in great pain. There was a hole on it with a sharp tooth buried inside.
He Yuezhe's head hurt so much. There was a hole on his head, and there was nothing inside.
“Crack.”
He Yuezhe can see a lot of things.
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The nineteenth [Dance].
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He Yuezhe's hand hurt so much, and there was a buzzing sound inside.
He Yuezhe's head hurt so much, and there was a buzzing sound inside.
“Crack.”
He Yuezhe can hear a lot of things.
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The 20th [Dance].
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He Yuezhe's hand hurt and smelled like a strange food.
He Yuezhe's head hurts and smells a faint scent of wood.
“Crack.”
He Yuezhe can smell a lot of things.
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The 21st [Dance].
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He Yuezhe's hand hurts so much.
He Yuezhe has a headache.
“Crack.”
He Yuezhe knew nothing, could not feel anything, could not see anything, could not hear anything, could not smell anything...
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The 22nd [Dance].
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He Yuezhe felt that he had to do something.
Even though she has become addicted to the feeling of "amnesia" again.
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