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It was only April 14, this date...
Xing Yishen and I glanced at the ticket, our eyes finally landing on Qi Qi.
It’s you, little unlucky one.
Qi Qi's voice trembled as she said, "Can we... change the ticket...?"
Changing tickets was definitely not an option; Tattooed Boss wouldn't agree to it either. Qi Qi was still taken away by No-Face.
Before No-Face closed the door, the dark mask glanced our way.
Hmm, the eerie and terrifying atmosphere was perfectly captured.
With Qi Qi taken away, we could finally leave the screening room.
"The time should be between 9:47 and 9:50," Xing Yishen whispered.
As the door to Hall Two opened, two people across from us also stepped out.
Xing Yishen tightened his jaw and asked, "Where's A Shuang?"
"I-I’m here..." A Shuang emerged from behind Fei Ji Tou, giving me a shy smile.
I let out a sigh of relief internally.
From now on, I just needed to stay close to A Shuang at all times.
Probably eager to find Qi Qi, Fei Ji Tou and Mr. Loudshirt quickly searched for clues without talking to us.
A Shuang was not too familiar with them, so she stayed close to my side.
Xing Yishen was also worried; every little while, he would glance at A Shuang to ensure everything around was normal before he could relax.
A Shuang felt uncomfortable under their scrutiny. "Officer, I haven't done anything wrong."
We successfully exited the escape room.
9:58 PM.
I looked at A Shuang, puzzled by the fact that nothing had happened.
"Where's Qi Qi? Why hasn't she been released yet?" Fei Ji Tou asked the boss.
The Tattooed Boss grabbed a walkie-talkie and went to communicate.
Time ticked by, and after nearly two minutes of being watched, A Shuang finally couldn't hold back any longer.
"Is there something written on my face?"
10:00 PM.
Nothing had happened.
Had the curse been lifted?
"Song Yu," Xing Yishen said with a strange expression, "are you being overly cautious?"
"I—"
The Tattooed Boss lifted the curtain again, muttering, "Why can't I get in touch? I'll go check the secret room."
My heart raced.
I exchanged a glance with Xing Yishen.
This is bad!
Behind us, the Tattooed Boss shouted, "I told you not to kick the door!"
We were still in the second hall, shrouded in darkness.
The place where No-Face had just disappeared was a wooden door beside the screen. Kicking it open revealed a narrow corridor.
We could only proceed one by one.
Without the accompaniment of horror music and cold winds, the eerie atmosphere had diminished somewhat.
Xing Yishen held my hand, his palm warm against mine.
As he pulled aside the sheer curtain at the end of the narrow path, he paused.
There was now a sticky sound of footsteps splashing through water.
He turned back to look at me, his expression complicated.
"You're scared, aren't you?" I asked.
A warm hand covered my eyes.
"Song Yu, don't look."
A strong smell of blood filled the air.
The police car roared again as the technical team followed Xing Yishen inside to collect evidence, while Xiong Er and the others were outside calming the witnesses.
The Tattooed Boss had lost his bravado, crying uncontrollably. "How was I supposed to know? I just opened this shop..."
No-Face was nowhere to be found, as if he had vanished into thin air.
The Tattooed Boss mentioned that the part-timer was called Xiao Shen, but he didn't know his full name. Since the beginning of the month, after finishing his shifts, Xiao Shen would come in to work a few hours each day.
A Shuang was crying in a corner, sobbing softly.
I looked at her, still seeing nothing at all.
Could it be that Qi Qi took her place so she wouldn't have to die?
The memory of No-Face's gaze before he closed the door flashed in my mind, dark and hollow.
At the time, I hadn't thought much of it, but now recalling it sent chills down my spine.
He was watching me.
Xing Yishen took off his gloves and walked over, crouching down to look up at me.
"Song Yu, find a relaxing place for us to have a good talk, okay?"
"Don't be afraid, I'm always here."
Not knowing of a good place, I suggested we take a walk back.
It was almost 11 PM, and the entire street on South Street was blocked off. There were still some onlookers at the quarantine area, and the flashing lights of police cars were blinding.
"A few days ago, I went to see my master. He mentioned you and talked about… some things."
"Uncle Zhao?"
A longtime friend of my father's, who was probably now in the provincial office.
"Seven years ago, when you turned 18, the bridge over the river in the western suburbs of Jin City collapsed. You were the only survivor."
"I reviewed the files from that incident. You didn't get on the last bus that night."
"Later, during questioning, you were diagnosed with acute stress disorder, so your statements were all over the place."
"You said you saw their time of death—"
"Yes." I stopped and looked at him. "I saw their time of death."
"That was the first time I saw it. I didn't know it was their time of death. I was panicking… I told them to get off the bus, but…"
"There were old people in the car blaming me, children looking at me and laughing through the window, and a pregnant woman. That day was strange; the car was full of people..."
"And then the bridge collapsed, I—"
Suddenly, I was pulled into an embrace, feeling his shoulder damp against my face, and only then did I realize I was in tears.
"Song Yu, don't say anymore..." His voice trembled just like mine.
I had once posted on a forum asking what one should do if they had the ability to see when others would die.
Some people commented that it was so cool, while others said I was making things up.
There were no useful answers, and I later deleted the post and closed my account.
It wasn't cool at all.
Really.
Two things are the most heartbreaking.
The first is that I could have saved her but missed the chance.
The second is knowing she would die but not knowing how to save her.
Watching someone die right before my eyes is the cruelest joke that God has played on me.
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