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The two carefully climbed the stairs. The fourth floor was even more rudimentary than the third floor, with dirty, blackened cement and rows of tightly locked wooden doors, on which numbers such as "401" and "402" were written in marker.

"The doors are all locked."

Cheng Caijun tugged at the door and found it locked from the inside.

Lu Changsheng remained silent, his sharp gaze sweeping over the row of locked doors. He pushed them one by one, his palms against the cold, rough panels, feeling the solid, silent resistance coming from behind. From some of the cracks, a faint, indescribable, musty smell seemed to waft out.

Until the end of the corridor.

The last door had almost completely faded marker writing on it, with only a barely discernible "4" and half a blurry "9" shape.

This door is unlike any other door.

The door panel itself is not made of intact wood, but rather has a twisted and charred appearance, as if it had been scorched by intense flames for a long time.

The musty smell of burnt food seeped out from the cracks in the door.

The two exchanged a glance, and Lu Changsheng slowly pushed open the burned door.

"Squeak—"

The door hinges emitted a dry, harsh creaking sound, which was particularly eerie in the quiet corridor.

The scene inside the door gradually unfolded before their eyes through the widening gap.

Lu Changsheng gently pushed open the door first. The first thing that assaulted his senses was the suddenly strong smell of burning, mixed with the smell of dust and mold, which was almost suffocating.

The room wasn't large, a standard eight-person room layout. The four bunk beds looked like twisted, deformed black skeletons, and the walls were covered with a thick layer of greasy, dark brown grime.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of ash and various debris. Molten and solidified plastic products were mixed with completely carbonized books and fabric fragments, making a teeth-grinding crunching sound when stepped on.

"There was a big fire here... It spread, but it didn't reach any other houses. It felt like the fire was put out shortly after it started in this house."

Looking at the marks on the wall, Lu Changsheng speculated.

Cheng Caijun looked around, and because the dormitory was too small, coupled with his obese body, he kicked a twisted cylinder while turning to the side.

"Gurgle—"

The twisted cylinder rolled several times on the ground before its lid finally gave way and fell off.

Cheng Caijun chuckled twice to ease his embarrassment, bent down and picked up the twisted cylinder. He discovered it was a thermos cup that had been burned and deformed, with the lid detached. Cheng Caijun glanced at it briefly and planned to put it back on the table.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, his gaze stopped, and he noticed that there were several pieces of paper with writing on them stuffed inside the twisted thermos, which had been spared from destruction thanks to the thermos.

He quickly called Lu Changsheng over and reached out to take the papers out of the thermos, but his hands were too fat and short, and the mouth of the thermos was too narrow. He tried for a long time but couldn't get the papers out.

"Brother Lu... Brother Lu, come here, come here..."

Under Lu Changsheng's amused gaze, Cheng Caijun blushed and handed the cup to Lu Changsheng.

Lu Changsheng took it, extended his slender fingers, and gently hooked out the pages.

He unfolded the paper and saw that it contained several diary entries. He immediately looked at Cheng Caijun with a strange expression.

This kid has some luck on him; it wasn't for nothing that I brought him out of the exam room.

Cheng Caijun was startled by Lu Changsheng's gaze and quickly looked down at his diary.

May 1, 2015

Today, the principal announced the "Special Training Program." Our Class D has been selected as the "Experimental Class" and will be moving into the fourth teaching building. The students are all very excited because the principal said this is to help us "break through our limits" and create a higher college entrance examination pass rate.

We signed the Fourth Teaching Building Rules Agreement and voluntarily agree to abide by the teaching rules. I know I'm not very smart, but I will study hard, hoping that we can all make progress in the Fourth Teaching Building.

May 15, 2015

It's been two weeks since we moved into the fourth teaching building. It's so oppressive here, with the lights always on a harsh, white light. We've started studying non-stop in the classrooms, and although it's tough every day, I really feel like I'm making progress little by little. My accuracy on exams has improved significantly. I'm grateful that the school hasn't given up on us and has provided us with a good learning environment.

May 20, 2015

Something was wrong, getting increasingly wrong. My study habits started to decline, and my classmates weren't doing well either. Li Hong told me she felt like someone was constantly talking in her ear. A few classmates and I, whose symptoms were more severe, went to ask the teacher for leave, wanting to rest for a few days. But the teacher refused.

May 3, 2015

Li Hong's condition is getting worse, but she's gone today. The teacher said her mother picked her up and took her home. Only I know she's lying; Li Hong comes from a single-parent family, and her mother passed away when she was very young.

May 20, 2015

I've discovered the truth. Last night, I sneaked out of the classroom and overheard the principal and teachers talking. I can't believe it... that sound from the old pipes wasn't the sound of the ceremony starting! I have to tell everyone!

May 25, 2015

My plan failed; the principal didn't touch me, as if I still had some use. I told everyone the news, but what good did it do?

Another classmate has disappeared. The teacher said she had a sudden illness, but we all know she's gone. We crossed out every rulebook, even those belonging to a student who had passed away. We threw all the rules into the hallway—this was our rebellion.