The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 939 A Golden Crow (Thirteen)

Finally, everything began.

On this antique computer that looked like it had just been unearthed, Liu Sheng was able to see the subsequent scenes of the video.

However, the pixel count is extremely low, the image is blurry, and the frequent flickering can cause a feeling of nausea if viewed for too long, at least for He Tao's body.

The long corridor was covered with faded, old floral wallpaper, all of which was so similar it was tiring to look at. Black and white mosaic tiles stretched across the floor, and the incandescent lights overhead flickered incessantly.

The viewer's gaze trembled as the camera focused.

It should be "she" who is moving forward.

However, apart from the wallpaper pattern being blurred into a deep black, there is no other evidence to prove that everything is just a repetition that makes people drowsy.

Liu Sheng remained calm, yet became increasingly focused.

The stench of decay gradually approached from behind, almost touching my spine.

But this doesn't stop her from watching videos.

When she truly looked into it, she truly entered into it.

The floor beneath my feet was a black and white mosaic tile floor, which even felt a little sticky. Upon closer inspection, there were bloodstains, suggesting that something had once been on the floor but had been dragged away.

Floral wallpaper lined both sides, and the narrow corridor seemed to lead to infinity. The flickering lights made it seem like there was a corner ahead, but to Liu Sheng, it also felt incredibly distant.

Turning around, the two roommates who originally wanted to "get close" to Liu Sheng were nowhere to be found.

At the end of the corridor, only a mottled, bright yellow wooden door remained.

It flickers and wavers, as if it might be ripped away from here at any moment.

Sure enough!

The biggest takeaway from Qu Fan was—

There must exist a space where Qu Fan can pass "food" to "He Tao" in the girls' dormitory bathroom.

And this door that quietly appears in the dead of night is the entrance to that space.

If that's the case, there must be multiple entry points.

But how to get in is the biggest problem.

However, Liu Sheng now knows of a method:
You can enter through the restroom at 3:45 a.m.

She wasn't sure if she could only enter through the bathroom in this particular dormitory room, or if it was related to the existence of Zheng Qiran or "He Tao" itself.

But one thing is certain—Qu Fan must also know the way to get there.

Unfortunately, we can no longer know for sure.

Now, because Liu Sheng is trying to spy on something, that force has returned, dragging the library into a strange and eerie world.

Danger.

But this also made Liu Sheng realize instantly that this was a good opportunity to trigger that special space.

So, seizing a glimmer of inspiration, she actually managed to enter the space through the video and arrived at another entrance.

Although she couldn't understand the principle, that's just how the mysterious world is. She rushed over on instinct and pushed open the wooden door.

The next second, she was back in the dormitory shower room.

It was still daytime, but the entire dormitory was shrouded in an indescribable darkness, like a heavy night.

An uneasy premonition welled up in my heart, the stench of decay wafted over again, the flickering light in the shower room illuminated the scene, and hurried, chaotic footsteps came from behind me.

coming soon!
Just as she was about to get close, Liu Sheng raised her hand and touched the wall.

Then he swung it backward suddenly!

pat!

A small piece of something fell to the ground.

It was just a little finger.

As soon as it landed, it disappeared.

Liu Sheng looked up and saw another "self" standing outside the door, holding that little finger, their eyes meeting.

They both looked on in surprise.

Then, he forcefully pulled himself outwards.

He then took out the talisman folded into a triangle from his pocket and pressed it onto Long Yingxue's head behind him without hesitation.

Instantly, Long Yingxue screamed as if she had been burned, retreating backward until she fell back into the wooden door.

Led by another "self", Liu Sheng exited the shower room.

In the blink of an eye, "He Tao" took the fruit knife, opened the wooden door and resolutely entered, her movements swift and calm, before slamming the door shut behind her.

The door clicked shut, and the lights went out.

The restroom went completely dark.

The bright yellow wooden door also disappeared without a trace from the tiled wall.

Liu Sheng knew she couldn't stay here any longer.

Otherwise, it might cause even bigger trouble for others.

He ran into the dormitory, spent a few minutes quickly packing He Tao's ID and a few sets of clothes, then slung his backpack over his shoulder and ran out of the dormitory.

She bumped into a girl from the next dormitory, who was yawning and waiting for her roommate to go to the cafeteria together. She found it a bit strange to see "He Tao" in such a hurry, but didn't think too much about it.

When I returned after lunch, I noticed a strange, unpleasant smell emanating from the dormitory next door.

At first, I didn't pay attention and thought they were eating some smelly takeout. But by evening, the smell hadn't dissipated; instead, it had become even stronger.

That's when I had no choice but to report it to the dormitory manager.

At this point, it wasn't just one dormitory that came to complain.

So the dormitory manager could no longer ignore it and had to knock on the door to inquire. However, there was no response after knocking for a long time, so he realized something was wrong and took out the spare key to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, a strong stench rushed out.

The girls watching at the entrance almost simultaneously gagged.

The dormitory manager instinctively took a step back and covered his mouth and nose.

He hesitated to move forward.

Under the expectant and fearful gazes of the students, she finally gritted her teeth and stepped forward, her legs trembling, as she walked into the dormitory step by step.

So, covering his nose and shaking his legs, he stepped forward step by step.

The room was pitch black, as if the curtains were tightly drawn, and not a single ray of light could get in.

In her nervous anticipation, a hand suddenly landed on her shoulder.

Cool.

She was startled and turned her head to look—

A pale, bluish hand.

Upon closer inspection, a section of the little finger is missing.

The dormitory supervisor screamed and jumped back, slamming his head against the door with a dull thud.

The girls outside the door also screamed at the same time.

That hand hung limply over the edge of the bed, lifeless.

Someone mustered up the courage to turn on their phone's flashlight and shine the beam into the room.

However, as soon as the light came on, the screams immediately reached their peak.

On the bed behind, a pale face was pressed against the mosquito net, its eyes wide open and bloodshot, with two streaks of blood staining the mosquito net a shocking red.

Then, a loud scream echoed throughout the entire dormitory building.

……

At that moment, Liu Sheng had just gotten off the high-speed train.

She glanced at the words "Mountains and Seas" written on the bus stop sign and was filled with emotion.

Although she is no longer at the school, she knows full well that the deaths of her two roommates have probably already caused a huge uproar, and she is probably already on the wanted list.

She did nothing, yet she seemed suspicious in every way.

If you get caught, you'll most likely be detained until the trial begins...

By then, either the high-dimensional analysis will fail, or "He Tao" will have become completely bizarre, which would also be a failure.

Therefore, Liu Sheng had to escape.

She had modified the phone; as long as it was wrapped in a layer of chaotic "source particles," the signal would not be traced.

The ID card she used to buy the ticket and board the train was not her own, but Qu Fan's.

Facial recognition is indeed a challenge, but she already had experience with cheating – before entering the station, she would use her small tentacles to fiddle with the gate machine at the very edge, and then confidently pass through the gate.

Sure enough, the machine did not sound an alarm.

After successfully arriving in Shanhai City, Liu Sheng immediately broke off and discarded Qu Fan's ID card.

You can't keep this on your person.

But a new problem arose—accommodation. It was already dark, and Liu Sheng was pondering whether to make do with sleeping at the station for the night when she suddenly heard someone shout beside her:
"Little girl, is that you?"

"Qiran's roommate?"

She was startled and looked in the direction of the sound.

It was Zheng Qiran's mother who was selling wild lychees next to the train station.

"Hello, Auntie." Liu Sheng went over and greeted her.

"Excuse me, what brings you here...?"

Liu Sheng paused for a moment, then nodded. "I wanted to see Qi Ran's growing environment and also to see you... Thank you for sending us wild lychees."

"Hehe, these are just a few lychees, they're not worth much. You're so thoughtful, kid."

Zheng's mother had no suspicions, and a smile appeared on her tired face.

"Wait a minute, Auntie's packing up."

She deftly folded up the stool and hung it on the side of the carrying pole.

Judging from this full basket of wild lychees, the aunt's business wasn't very good today.

Upon seeing this, Liu Sheng felt ashamed to realize that she hadn't eaten the wild lychees yet and had left them in her dormitory.

The dormitory is now presumably sealed off by the police, so we probably won't be able to eat there anymore.

But at that moment, a wild lychee was offered to me.

"Eat it, it's sweet."

"Thank you auntie."

Liu Sheng took it, peeled it open, revealing the snow-white and crystal-clear flesh inside. When she ate it, it was indeed incredibly sweet.

It was a flavor that Liu Sheng had never tasted before.

But once it entered He Tao's stomach, it inexplicably made her feel nauseous.

[It's probably because I haven't eaten raw meat in a long time.]

"Little girl, what's wrong? Don't you like it?" Zheng's mother noticed Liu Sheng's face contorted in pain.

Liu Sheng shook her head: "No, I'm just hungry."

"It's getting late, so come home with me and I'll cook for you."

Liu Sheng readily agreed, saying, "Thank you, Auntie."

He even reached out to help Zheng's mother, who was carrying a shoulder pole, take a bag containing lunchboxes and a thermos, prompting Zheng's mother to praise him again, saying, "What a good child."

But as she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears.

They walked on in silence.

Liu Sheng knew that it was not a good time to say anything more.

The other party has just lost their child, and seeing "He Tao" will inevitably remind them of their own child. If they were to recall Zheng Qiran's past, it would only stir up their painful memories, so it would be better to say nothing at all.

Zheng Qiran's home is not far from the train station.

Wandering through the winding alleys, surrounded by self-built houses, with power lines tangled overhead like spider webs, colorful clothes drying in the sun, peeling and crumbling cement walls, and murky black water in the drainage ditches, every household has its front hall wide open, where you can see families sitting together eating under the incandescent lights.

Zheng Qiran's house was deserted. An old man with a gloomy look in his eyes sat on a red plastic chair at the door, peeling peanuts with trembling hands, leaving a pile of peanut shells at his feet.

"Dad, Qi Ran's classmate is here."

Zheng's mother put down the carrying pole and casually said something.

Liu Sheng also greeted, "Hello, Grandpa."

But the other person didn't react; they just continued to reach into the plastic bag on their lap and eat peanuts, their eyes vacant.

Mother Zheng gave Liu Sheng an apologetic smile.

Liu Sheng roughly understood—this old man probably had Alzheimer's disease.

Just as she was about to follow Zheng's mother away, she suddenly heard the old man's voice behind her:
"What about Ranran? Hasn't Ranran come back yet?"

"Not yet, summer vacation hasn't started yet." Zheng's mother rubbed her eyes and said without turning her head, "Dad, you sit down first, I'll go cook."

He then said to Liu Sheng, "Young classmate, please go upstairs to the living room and sit for a while. Dinner will be ready soon. It's just some home-style dishes, so please don't mind."

"No problem, Auntie. Do you want me to help you? My dad is a great cook."

"You're a guest, how can I let you do the work? Please sit down."

Liu Sheng was pushed upstairs by Zheng's mother. She originally had some things she wanted to say, but as she walked up the stairs, the first thing that caught her eye was the corridor with floral wallpaper and black and white tiles on the floor.

His gaze sharpened slightly, and he stopped insisting.

The corridor was short, completely different from the seemingly endless corridor she had seen in the video during the day; she reached the living room in just a few steps.

The living room was not large, but it was packed full of goods, like a temporary warehouse. It was clear that Zheng's mother had other jobs besides selling wild lychees.

The old-fashioned wooden armchairs were piled with boxes and woven bags, leaving no place to sit.

"I'm sorry, things are a bit messy at home." Zheng's mother said with an apologetic smile as she tidied up.

Liu Sheng sat down in a corner. "It's okay, I'll sit here."

"Okay, you rest first."

As she spoke, Zheng's mother casually pulled out a bottle of soda from a nearby box, but it was only slightly warm to the touch due to the room temperature. She then took out a bag of salted peanuts from another box—the kind that the elderly downstairs eats—and placed it on the coffee table, which was almost completely empty.

"Don't be so polite with your auntie."

Liu Sheng nodded and watched Zheng's mother go downstairs.

The room quieted down, and her gaze quietly fell on the door to the room next to the living room.

A bright yellow door.

The paint is peeling, just like in the video.

The words "Zheng Qiran" were written in crayon on it, the handwriting was childish, and there were messy, colorful graffiti around it. It should be the room where Zheng Qiran lived from childhood to adulthood.

She noticed it when she came in, but because Zheng's mother was too enthusiastic, she had to pretend not to see it.

With no one to disturb her, she immediately went over and gently turned the doorknob.

The door was unlocked and opened with a click.

The room was quiet, with a faint smell of printed matter in the air, coming from the old wooden bookshelf against the wall.

The shelves were piled high with books, but the wooden boards were of poor quality, and the middle of the boards were bent under the weight of the books, forming several beautiful but tired arcs.

Next to the bookshelf is a bunk bed.

The upper level was also piled with miscellaneous items, covered with a white dust-proof cloth; the lower level was a neatly made bed with a pink duck pattern on the bedding. Liu Sheng guessed that this was probably not chosen by Zheng Qiran himself.

There was a table next to the bed, with a glass cover on the surface. Underneath it were many photos, calendars, letters, and other items, all of which must have been of great significance to Zheng Qiran.

Liu Sheng bent down to examine it closely and soon noticed a handwritten letter with elegant handwriting.

The letter was very brief: —
Zheng Qiran:

Hello there!

Thank you for your letter. I am delighted that you offered your unique insights on the article in "History". It is clear that you are a very intelligent young person. I look forward to meeting you at the Department of Archaeology, Imperial University 1.

Shen Zhiyu

November 5306, 7
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The paper is yellowed and pressed flat, without even a crease. It has indeed been many years, but it is still well preserved, which shows how precious it is.

Next to the letter was a newspaper clipping, which should be a popular science article written by Shen Zhiyu for the journal "History".

It seems Zheng Qiran's admiration for Shen Zhiyu began quite early.

[Furthermore, inspired by Professor Shen, I had long ago resolved to study archaeology at the First Imperial University.]

【pity……】

Liu Sheng sighed silently.

I don't know whether to lament that Zheng Qiran didn't get into her ideal university in the college entrance exam, or to lament that she later got in but could never go there.

There was also a group photo on the table, featuring Zheng Qiran and Qu Fan. They looked quite young and were still wearing their high school uniforms.

Liu Sheng shook her head.

He prepared to open the drawer again to see what was inside.

Just then, a soft "thump-thump" sound suddenly came from inside the room.

It seemed to be blocked by something, and although it was not clear, it sounded exceptionally clear in this overly quiet space.

Liu Sheng frowned.

He listened intently for a few seconds, then slowly turned around and pressed his ear against the bookshelf.

thump.

Another sound.

This time, she was certain—

The sound was coming from the bookshelf.

(End of this chapter)