Weird Rules: I'm so handsome, they all want to seduce me.

Su Xiaobai paused, her tone becoming more serious.

"The matter on the seventh day of the twelfth lunar month is not over yet."

"I will find out who did it and how they did it."

"Once I figure it out..."

He smiled, but didn't finish his sentence.

But the meaning was clear to everyone in the school.

There was a few seconds of silence in the broadcasting room.

Then, Su Xiaobai felt Jiang Hongyi's hand grip his instead.

They held it very tightly.

"You..." Jiang Hongyi looked at him, her eyes red, "Are you really going to investigate?"

"Hmm." Su Xiaobai nodded. "Otherwise, what else? Should I let you pamper me for so many years for nothing?"

"But...it's dangerous."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Su Xiaobai smiled. "Isn't it you I'm here for?"

Jiang Hongyi fell silent.

She lowered her head and pressed her face against the back of Su Xiaobai's hand.

The movements were very gentle.

Like a cute little old man.

"Thank you," she said softly.

The sound was so soft it was almost inaudible.

But Su Xiaobai heard it.

He was about to say something when suddenly, his mind went blank—

A fragmented scene was forcibly inserted!

It's Jiang Hongyi's memory!

The scene depicts nighttime.

A girl in a wedding dress huddled in a corner of the hall.

Outside, there were flames and shouts of battle.

The girl was trembling, holding scissors in her hand.

She looked at the old clock at the end of the auditorium.

The hands of the clock point to midnight.

Then, the screen went black.

Only one voice remained, echoing in Su Xiaobai's mind—

"The bell... chimes... the archives... the key..."

The fragments of memory end here.

Su Xiaobai shook her head, coming back to her senses.

"Senior," he looked at Jiang Hongyi, "what does the midnight bell... have to do with the archives?"

Jiang Hongyi suddenly looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"How...how did you know?"

"Just now, I saw a bit of... your memories," Su Xiaobai said. "The bell, the archives, the key."

Jiang Hongyi's expression changed.

She was silent for a few seconds before speaking.

"The archives... are located below the clock tower."

"When the midnight bells ring... the doors of the clock tower will open."

"Inside... are records from that time."

"But the key..." Jiang Hongyi shook her head, "I don't know where it is. I've looked for it many times... but I still can't find it."

Su Xiaobai noted it down.

Clock tower, archives, key.

It seems like that's where we need to go next.

Just then—

clang!

clang!

clang!

In the distance, the heavy tolling of bells could be heard.

It's midnight.

The lights in the broadcasting room began to flicker violently as the bell tolled!

The pink light flickered.

Jiang Hongyi's figure began to appear transparent under the flashing lights.

"It's time..." She looked at Su Xiaobai, slowly releasing her grip. "I...have to go."

"Where are you going?" Su Xiaobai asked.

"Go back...to where I belong." Jiang Hongyi smiled, a bitter smile on her face. "But I'll be watching over you."

Be careful.

"The clock tower... is dangerous."

Her voice grew softer and softer.

His figure grew fainter and fainter.

Finally, in the last second before the lights went completely off, she vanished completely.

Only a small, red paper flower remained in the same spot.

Su Xiaobai bent down and picked it up.

The paper flowers were folded very delicately; you could tell they were made from whatever was handy.

He turned it over and saw an address written in tiny print on the back—

"The third brick, under the old locust tree on the west side of the college."

Su Xiaobai raised an eyebrow.

This is... a treasure map?

He smiled and put the paper flower into his pocket.

Then, I looked out the window.

The bells have stopped ringing.

The night was so dark it was almost impenetrable.

But Su Xiaobai knew that he wasn't the only "person" still awake in the academy.

"The clock tower, right?" He stretched. "Okay, I'll go check it out tomorrow."

"Hopefully the key... will be easier to find."

He turned and walked out of the broadcasting room.

The corridor was deserted.

But for some reason, Su Xiaobai felt that the wind tonight...

It doesn't seem so cold anymore.

The lingering echo of the last chime of the bell still reverberated in the corridor.

The pink lights in the broadcasting room went out completely, leaving Su Xiaobai alone in the darkness, clutching the old record and the blood-stained map in her hands.

He touched his pocket; the red paper flower left by Jiang Hongyi was still there.

"West side, old locust tree, third brick..." he muttered. "No rush, my senior said the archives are under the clock tower, the key..."

He glanced at the map in his hand, which showed a general location.

"Alright, let's go take a look first."

Su Xiaobai carefully put away the record and map and walked out of the broadcasting room.

The corridor was even darker than before, with only a faint green light shining from an emergency light in the distance.

He followed his memory and walked towards the clock tower.

Just after turning a corner, several figures were vaguely standing in the corridor ahead.

To the average person, those would probably look like a few distorted, indistinct "things".

But in Su Xiaobai's eyes—

Several girls in old-fashioned school uniforms were gathered together, pointing and whispering in his direction.

"Look, it's that person..."

"He was talking nonsense on the radio just now..."

"How dare you..."

Su Xiaobai was amused.

He walked over.

The girls immediately fell silent and all looked at him, their eyes filled with a mixture of wariness and curiosity.

A notice board was posted on the wall of the corridor.

[Supplementary rules for the teaching building corridors: No loud noise, running, or gathering to talk at night.]

In Su Xiaobai's eyes, the words started to distort again.

[Social Guidelines for Nighttime Activities in Teaching Building Corridors: Please keep your volume down, walk slowly, and engage in friendly conversation.]

"Good evening, everyone," Su Xiaobai said, her voice clearly audible in the quiet corridor.

The girls were stunned for a moment.

A girl with pigtails blinked: "You...you're talking to us?"

"What else?" Su Xiaobai looked at them. "There's no one else here."

"Aren't you afraid of us?" another short-haired girl asked.

"What are you afraid of?" Su Xiaobai laughed. "You don't look scary."

The girls looked at each other.

The chat in the live stream started flooded with comments.

"The streamer's started again!"

"Cross-server chat, part two!"

"To a normal person, the streamer looks like he's just talking to a few wisps of black mist..."

"Black Mist: Is this person crazy?"

"But the streamer sees her as a beautiful girl! This is a huge win!"

The girl with pigtails hesitated for a moment, then said, "But... the rules say we can't make noise..."

"Where's the noise?" Su Xiaobai asked innocently. "We were just having a normal chat. The volume was moderate, and our attitude was friendly. It completely met the guidelines."

"Guide?" The girls were confused again.

"Yes, that's right." Su Xiaobai pointed to the sign on the wall, "It's written very clearly."

Several girls turned to look at the sign.

In their eyes, the sign still contained bloody prohibitions.

But for some reason, looking at Su Xiaobai's matter-of-fact expression, they suddenly felt... that the rules didn't seem so strict anymore.

"You..." the girl with pigtails asked softly, "What you said on the radio just now... is it true?"

Which sentence?

"It's about... you said you wanted to find out about the senior in red..."

"Really?" Su Xiaobai nodded. "I keep my word."