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We rushed out of the Girls' Dormitory without an umbrella, moving in a hurried manner. Sheng Xiong and Jinghe quickly ran off to the side to call for help, while I headed towards the Iron Gate. The iron door was wide open, the padlock still unlocked, but the key was missing. I glanced at the Concierge nearby, whose booth door was tightly shut. Normally, only the Concierge would have the key, but it was strange that the lock was open just as Fu Yuehua happened to run down at this moment.
A multitude of questions swirled in my mind, but my concern for this girl overshadowed everything else. What if something happened? What the hell! Just thinking about it made me a bit scared; it was better not to take any chances. I pushed open the door and hurried down the stone steps.
The rain continued to pour heavily, drenching me as it fell on my body and the ground. My athletic wear quickly became soaked and clung to me, making me feel a bit cold in the Heavy Rain. The further I descended, the more water accumulated; my camouflage shoes were completely submerged. My visibility was severely affected, and I could hardly see the path ahead. I could only focus on my feet as I splashed through the water, nearly wading down the last few steps to reach the back entrance of the Old Building.
Fortunately, there were still a few steps leading up to the Old Building, preventing too much water from entering inside. I finally stepped into the Old Building.
The doorway faced the main entrance ahead, which also had a glass door—wooden at the bottom and glass at the top—half of which was ajar. Instantly, I realized that this might have been opened by Fu Yuehua; I was already sixty percent sure she was here.
I wiped my face to remove the rainwater and stomped my feet to shake off some of the cold before stepping inside.
A chill greeted me as I entered; I couldn't help but shiver all over. It was truly cold—whether it was due to the low temperature inside or just being wet from the rain, I couldn't tell.
The interior was dark, making visibility poor. My eyes needed a few seconds to adjust. I didn't rush inside but stood still for a moment until my vision slowly acclimated.
To my left was a staircase; to my right was a wall, indicating that this back door was a small entrance. About ten meters ahead lay the First Floor Lobby, which was relatively spacious with corridors extending into darkness on both sides. The doors along these corridors were tightly shut; they used to be student dormitories.
At the end of the lobby stood a large main entrance with glass above; at that moment, it too was firmly closed. After hesitating for a moment, I ran over and pulled on it; it wouldn't budge. Upon closer inspection, I found it had been chained up with thick chains and several locks added—clearly someone didn’t want it opened.
Turning back to look at the back door, I thought it should also be locked; however, there were no chains or locks in sight. Who had opened it? It couldn't have been Fu Yuehua.
A series of doubts arose in my mind, leaving me with an inexplicable sense of fear. Outside, the sound of rain intensified, yet inside the building it was eerily quiet—not a single sound could be heard, making it unsettling.
I steadied myself and looked around when unexpectedly I noticed footprints on the ground—yes, two rows of footprints leading slowly towards the staircase. The floor hadn’t been cleaned in years and had accumulated a thick layer of dust; however, the wet footprints were clear and distinct as they ascended towards the stairs.
It must be Fu Yuehua! I thought excitedly.
Without time for further contemplation, I immediately followed the footprints up the staircase. The stairs were wide—about three meters across—indicating that students used this staircase frequently to go up and down. Each floor had two sections with a landing in between; following the footprints, as soon as I reached the second floor, I noticed they were fading away more and more until they finally disappeared on the stairs leading from the second floor to the third.
Upon reaching the second floor, visibility worsened even further; there wasn’t a spacious lobby like on the first floor where light could filter in—I could see even less now. After hesitating for a moment while glancing down both dark hallways on either side of me on this floor, I pondered whether to search upwards from here or take another approach.
After considering my options, I decided to head straight to the top floor first so that I wouldn’t miss any rooms or people. If Fu Yuehua mischievously wandered down herself—that would be great since she could be found by Sheng Xiong and others who would come later; if she continued playing hide-and-seek with me, then I'd search each room one by one until I found her.
With determination set in my heart, I took a deep breath and began running up—the sound of my footsteps echoed throughout the building like beating drums: urgent and heavy. Just like that, fueled by adrenaline, I climbed all the way up to the fifth floor.
After reaching the fifth floor, I paused to catch my breath, panting heavily. As I continued to breathe rapidly, I sensed something was off. Why?
It was too quiet.
You may not have noticed, but when a person enters a relatively quiet environment, their hearing becomes heightened and sensitive, allowing them to pick up on more subtle sounds.
But here, there were no other sounds—none at all. Just my own heavy breathing, and as time passed, I could even hear my heartbeat thumping loudly in my chest.
The silence here felt as if the air had stopped moving.
I began to feel uneasy. To bolster my courage, I deliberately coughed loudly and then shouted, “Fu Yuehua! Where are you, Fu Yuehua?”
Of course, there was no response. My voice echoed through the empty building, reverberating back to me in a haunting manner.
I gritted my teeth and decided to search room by room.
I didn’t dare linger; I ran down the corridor, choosing one side at random while calling out and sprinting into the darkness. Before long, I reached the end of the hallway. The lower half was a wall, while the upper half had a glass window that let in a bit more light, allowing me to see more clearly.
I looked up and saw Room 520—yes, this was where it all began.
I pushed the door with force; it creaked open unexpectedly.
It seemed the doors weren’t locked after all, considering this was an abandoned building. Standing at the entrance, I looked inside once the door swung fully open.
The room was empty—unlike my current dormitory, Room 520 had nothing in it. The bed had been removed; only a simple desk embedded in the left wall remained. Of course, there were no chairs either. The dormitory was quite spacious; it must have housed eight people before. Opposite the door should have been four bunk beds, but now that the frames were gone, the room felt excessively large and desolate.
Directly across from the dormitory door was a balcony door. Outside should be the balcony and a shared restroom. I hurried over and pulled open the balcony door; a mist of rain hit my face. Upon closer inspection, I noticed several panes of glass on this room's balcony were broken. But whatever—there wasn’t a corner I could overlook; I just wanted to know if Fu Yuehua was in the restroom.
On one side of the balcony was a wall and on the other were two stone washbasins. Next to them was the restroom door, which stood ajar. I leaned in to take a look—it was simple: just a toilet and a showerhead; it seemed like the shower unit had been removed.
There was no one there.
I excluded one possibility and, as I turned around, I glanced out onto the balcony. I saw that quite a few warriors had already appeared on the stairs ahead; the main force was coming, which filled me with renewed courage.
I turned back, ran out of the room, crossed over to the opposite side, and opened the door to Room 519.
I quickly scanned the room and balcony; just like before, there was no one there.
Room 518 and 517—four consecutive rooms with no one inside and nothing of note.
At first, I had slowly pushed open each door, pausing before stepping inside. I'm not a superstitious person, but I like to follow some traditional practices. For instance, when entering a room that has been unoccupied for a long time, it's customary to knock first or wait a moment after opening the door to give whatever might be inside a chance to adjust. However, after checking several rooms without finding anything, I relaxed and almost rushed in as soon as the door opened.
It was the same when I opened Room 516. The moment the door swung open and I dashed inside, I felt something brush past me and leave the room. But it was pitch black; I couldn't see anything clearly. All I noticed was that the balcony door was ajar and the window outside was also open, swaying in the wind and rain.
At that moment, I didn't think much of it; I assumed my eyes were just playing tricks on me. I quickly ran to the balcony, pushed open the bathroom door, and looked around—still no one.
I shrugged and turned towards Room 515 across the way. Of course, I wouldn't close the door behind me. The instant I stepped out of Room 514, an indescribable feeling washed over me: I felt as if someone was watching me from behind.
To be continued; tomorrow will bring even more excitement.
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