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

Chapter 942 A Golden Crow (Sixteen)

【Can't! 】

Liu Sheng suddenly became alert!

She had a vague suspicion that if the "mother" were truly revealed, it might involve some unknown entity that would overturn the entire high-dimensional analysis.

But now we are in despair.

As his internal organs continued to spill out, the old man at the door gradually shrunk, leaving only a skin that slowly stretched out and stuck to the door, sealing it completely shut.

It was obvious that they intended to wear Liu Sheng down inside.

There was a pile of bloody entrails at my feet, leaving almost no room to step.

"Zheng Qiran" and "Zheng's mother" also approached step by step, eventually trapping her in a corner.

The fear of facing a desperate situation eroded Liu Sheng's heart, but she remained calm on the surface. She held the two dull knives in front of her chest, barely keeping an arm's length away.

But the other party also knew that Liu Sheng's efforts were in vain, so they slowed down, and "Mother Zheng" revealed a cruel smile on half of her face.

Liu Sheng gradually calmed down at this moment.

Follow the rhythm of counting.

The sea of ​​my heart ripples with each passing second.

From the very beginning, she had been focused on silently counting.

Although the strange call had momentarily distracted her, causing her to stop counting, the "world" was still there, helping her quickly pick up where she started.

So she knew that it was almost time!
She had endured so much for this moment.

【03: 45】

I was lying in bed studying Zheng Qiran's notes when, before I knew it, it was past 3 a.m.

Perhaps it is precisely because this moment is approaching that the bizarre unfolds and strange creatures appear.

And now, a faint light is shining behind her.

However, drowsiness suddenly struck.

But this time Liu Sheng was already prepared.

The moment drowsiness crept in, he plunged the dull scalpel deep into his thigh, using his professional knowledge to precisely avoid the major artery, achieving intense pain that kept him awake but without threatening his life or causing inconvenience.

This time, she truly came to her senses.

Without hesitation, he turned around, didn't even look, opened the bright yellow wooden door that was suddenly stuck in the corner, and slipped inside.

Then the door slammed shut.

A quick glance before the door closed.

The two "people" outside just stood there dumbfounded, not daring to chase after them, as if they knew that it would be even more terrifying inside.

Liu Sheng frowned.

At least it isolated us from outside dangers.

Right now, the corridor with the floral wallpaper is eerily silent.

She bandaged her injured leg with the torn pieces of clothing before limping forward, the only sound echoing in the corridor as blood dripped onto the black and white floor tiles.

At this point, she still couldn't use her small tentacles.

There was a distinct feeling of being watched like a thorn in one's side.

All he could do was grip the two dull knives in his hands and keep going, step by step.

But even though the corner ahead seems so close, it's impossible to reach it no matter how I walk; it's so near yet so far.

Liu Sheng felt a slight stirring in her heart and decided to try closing her eyes.

Including the tiny eyeballs hidden in the hair.

When sight is taken away, the other senses become incredibly acute. Liu Sheng hears a mechanical humming sound coming from within the walls, as if some machine is operating deep inside. If she calms down, she can hear even more...

Liu Sheng used a meditation technique he hadn't used in a long time, slowly focusing his senses on the present moment.

Listen as you walk.

Then she heard—

Amid the buzzing sound, you can also hear the slow, leisurely sound of pages turning.

What place could that be?
Would we go back to the library?
With this ridiculous suspicion in her heart, she put away one of the knives, raised her aching arm, and slowly walked towards the source of the sound, rubbing the wall.

The rough texture of the wallpaper rubs against your fingertips, feeling slightly damp and sticky; with a little force, you can pick it off under your fingernails.

Finally, the sound of pages turning became clearer.

It felt as if there was a door separating us.

And Liu Sheng's hand finally touched a door.

She opened her eyes, and before her stood a door she knew all too well.

The words "Zheng Qiran" were written on it in bright red, childish strokes, along with some messy doodles.

Looking back, the end of the corridor had turned dark.

The incandescent light flickered, and darkness seemed to be slowly approaching.

Liu Sheng's heart stirred slightly, knowing that this space was about to close up, so he immediately grasped the doorknob and gently turned it.

The door opened, and a steady white light shone from inside.

A figure sat at the desk. Hearing the door open, he looked up from the book in his hand and looked at Liu Sheng.

He has slightly high cheekbones, a slightly dark complexion, and a calm expression.

"You came."

Zheng Qiran's tone was quite calm, as if he had known all along that Liu Sheng would come.

Liu Sheng slowly stepped in.

The door behind me closed automatically with a soft click, completely shutting out the gradually disappearing corridor behind me.

At this moment, she finally faced the real Zheng Qiran face to face.

Moreover, it was Zheng Qiran who was exactly the same as He Tao in her memory, calm and rational, completely different from the one outside who had fallen into madness.

however……

[OOC Index: 55%]

"He Tao" is no longer the one Zheng Qiran remembers.

With just one glance, Zheng Qiran noticed something was amiss.

[Damn it, did they have to add so much at once?]

Is that unusual phenomenon approaching?

Liu Sheng heard a faint buzzing sound coming from outside the door, as if some strange entity was lingering there.

A dark figure moved back and forth under the door crack.

The doorknob was being fiddled with, making a clicking sound, as if it were about to burst in at any moment.

Zheng Qiran looked up and smiled at Liu Sheng.

"It seems you're in danger."

Isn't it all because of you...?

Liu Sheng abandoned her pretense, looked at the dirt on her body, and sat down on the floor instead of choosing Zheng Qiran's bed.

Zheng Qiran, who loves cleanliness, expressed his appreciation for her polite behavior.

"You look tired, you can rest on my bed."

"I'm too dirty."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, that bed was originally occupied by a dead person."

Zheng Qiran mocked himself, then suddenly told a lame joke that wasn't funny at all.

Liu Sheng didn't mind at all, and without any hesitation, she actually lay down on it.

For He Tao's body, this day was far too long and exhausting—

I got up early and spent some time in the library. I rushed from Qingyang City to Shanhai City without even having lunch. Before dinner, I had to fight and play an escape room game.

I just had another fierce battle, fighting three against one, and I dragged my injured leg down the corridor for a long time. Now I'm completely exhausted.

But there are still some things that need to be clarified before going to bed.

"What exactly did you put inside me?"

“A celestial artifact,” Zheng Qiran said.

"Immortal weapon?"

"Yes, this is a magical artifact that can open that ruin, but because it has been too long, it lacks energy. So I found some ancient documents and decided to try to reawaken it using the methods of our ancestors."

"As a result, you suffered a backlash."

“Yes.” Zheng Qiran sneered, with a hint of self-mockery. “I’m trapped here, and my obsession… has taken its place. Perhaps that is indeed me, only a more extreme version of me.”

"However, it was precisely because of that unwavering determination that I... succeeded."

Liu Sheng guessed that the so-called "success" might refer to her admission to the First Imperial University of the Federation, which was her strongest obsession.

"But you failed too."

“Yes, it was me…” She looked at Liu Sheng, a rare look of guilt on her face, “It was me who ruined you all.” “I’m sorry to He Tao. Although I didn’t do it myself, it’s hard to say what the difference is.”

"I also feel sorry for so many people."

"Does your mentor know about this magical artifact?" Liu Sheng asked after thinking for a moment.

“Of course I know,” Zheng Qiran sneered. “It’s just that Shen Zhiyu disagrees with my method.”

This name, once revered, is now spoken with hatred.

"So your paper was rejected."

“Yes.” Zheng Qiran gritted his teeth.

"We might even have to return your offer."

"That's right, how could such a thing happen!" Zheng Qiran's voice rose in anger, "They accepted me and then they just turned it back!"

Liu Sheng ignored her emotions and continued speaking slowly:
"Therefore, your obsession collapsed, killing you."

These words plunged Zheng Qiran into a long silence.

Liu Sheng knew he had guessed correctly.

"Then your obsession, through the high-dimensional space formed by this immortal artifact, will pull more people into the blood sacrifice."

"Yes."

"But what killed Qu Fan was not his obsession, but you yourself."

"...That's right."

"why?"

"Because I still hold onto a sliver of hope—that if I can successfully open that ruin, I might become the first person in history to achieve something that even surpasses Shen Zhiyu."

Even if what's outside is your obsession?

“Yes, even so,” Zheng Qiran said coldly. “Besides, didn’t I also say that there’s no difference between me and my obsession…?”

Liu Sheng nodded: "Indeed. Monsters and humans are just different paths of evolution. It's just that the stronger the power, the heavier the price. One careless move and you'll fall into the abyss."

"abyss……"

Zheng Qiran murmured repeatedly, still not understanding the concept.

However, Liu Sheng knew that in the near future, the "Abyss" would become the most feared existence in the Federation.

"Look around you, our dorm, your home, aren't they all abysses?"

Zheng Qiran's face twitched, but she gritted her teeth and didn't speak, seemingly trying to escape the truth.

Liu Sheng sighed.

But the facts are undeniable.

Now, because of Zheng Qiran, Lin Yue, Long Yingxue, Zheng's mother, and the old man have all become ghosts.

Qu Fan also died as a result.

As this space continues to expand, it's unknown how much harm it will cause.

The root of everything lies in that ruin.

The solution she came up with was to return the magical artifact.

Perhaps only in this way can everything end.

Save everyone, save the world.

As the thought crossed my mind, exhaustion finally overwhelmed my will, and my eyelids slowly and heavily closed.

Before consciousness completely faded into darkness, a final thought remained in his mind:
What was my original purpose in coming here?

Why are we suddenly asked to save the world again?
……

With her eyes closed, Liu Sheng naturally didn't see that Zheng Qiran quietly sat down by the bedside after she fell into a deep sleep.

His gaze fell on the knife that Liu Sheng was still gripping tightly.

A slow, mocking smile crept onto her lips.
"You're still wary of me..."

"But you also know that I won't hurt you, at least—until you do what I want."

"Sleep well, goodnight..."

With that, she snapped her fingers, and the lights in the room went out.

She returned to her desk, opened the notebook she had quietly taken from Liu Sheng's arms, and bent down in the dim light to begin writing something.

……

Liu Sheng was awakened by the knocking on the door.

A foul stench still lingered in her nostrils, almost making her faint again.

Just then, an impatient voice came from outside:
"Hey, is it ready yet? I've been waiting for ages!"

She opened her eyes groggily, and it seemed that she was lying on a small green mosaic tile, with a narrow crack in the door in front of her.

【This is where? 】

Just as I was wondering what was going on, I met a pair of eyes through the crack in the door.

Those eyes widened suddenly, as if they had seen a ghost.

Then, the face that had been pressed against the ground and peering through the crack in the door disappeared.

All that could be heard was shouting:

"Ah! On the ground...on the ground! Someone is lying on the ground!"

"Quickly! Come help!"

The sharp, urgent voice startled Liu Sheng awake.

She then realized that she had spent the night curled up on the floor of a toilet stall, with her back against the toilet, in an extremely awkward position.

Disgusted, she quickly got up and found her backpack still hanging on the hook. She rummaged through it and found everything inside, including Zheng Qiran's notebook.

Just then, a series of heavy, disordered footsteps came from outside.

It seems the person outside has already called for help to break down the door.

Liu Sheng quickly shouted, "I'm alright! I'm alright—!"

Before he could finish speaking, the door was kicked open with a bang.

Outside stood a burly man, panting heavily, still in the position of banging on the door. Behind him was an older woman, presumably the one who had been peeking at her through the crack in the door.

The two looked at Liu Sheng, stunned for two seconds.

Then came another scream, a chorus of high and low voices from both men and women.

Liu Sheng looked down—

He was covered in blood, his shirt was torn, and the lower half was tied to his legs, making him look extremely bloody and wretched.

Finally, after much persuasion, Liu Sheng explained that he had just broken up with his girlfriend and came out to clear his head, but he accidentally fell into a ditch and got injured. He also lost his ID card, so he had nowhere to go and could only spend the night in a public toilet.

At this moment, Liu Sheng was changing clothes in the remaining cubicle when the kind-hearted aunt outside couldn't help but call out loudly:
"Oh dear, young lady, you're being too accommodating! How can you possibly sleep in a place like this? It's so dirty and smelly!"

Do you think I wanted this?

Liu Sheng sighed helplessly, guessing that she had touched on Zheng Qiran's secret and made her angry, which was why she had left her here.

Indeed, just think about how petty and vindictive Zheng Qiran was described in those notes.

"Sigh, you can't ruin yourself because of a breakup!"

"Um, I don't know how..."

"What a pitiful little girl..."

Why did I mention heartbreak again?

According to my research, this is the most common and least noticeable reason given by teenagers of this age.

The world analyzed it methodically:

[If it were about running away from home, the police would probably be notified immediately; if it were about failing an exam, it's not final month yet, and the CET-12 results haven't been released, so that's unlikely; if it were about not being able to write a paper, the deadline hasn't arrived yet, so that's ruled out.]

[Do you really think this aunt knows what you're saying?] Liu Sheng asked helplessly.

Be fully prepared.

After changing her clothes, the auntie enthusiastically pulled Liu Sheng to her fried noodle stall for breakfast, muttering, "Tell me, which family's boy is so blind as to dump you?"

For this matter, Liu Sheng glared at "the world" in her heart, and then, with a stiff upper lip, she made up a tragic story based on a story she had read before: "A senior brother had a white moonlight but went to the First Empire and recently returned. Only then did she realize that she was a substitute for the white moonlight."

Upon hearing this, the auntie burst into tears, repeatedly slapping her thigh and sighing. In the end, her heart softened, and she gave Liu Sheng a 20% discount on the stir-fried rice noodles with shredded vegetables he ordered.

Liu Sheng was eating the noodles that had been forced upon him when he suddenly heard the urgent sound of police sirens coming from the alley entrance.

Several police cars, flashing red and blue lights, drove into the narrow alley in a single file, their sirens blaring.

There were still commotions coming from ahead, and you could vaguely make out things like "People are dead, several people are dead."

Liu Sheng paused slightly in her grip on the chopsticks.

That direction... is Zheng Qiran's house.

She seemed to understand why Zheng Qiran had thrown himself into the public toilet.

(End of this chapter)