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Ziya screamed in despair, nearly fainting from the overwhelming sadness. Zhiqing wiped the sticky blood from his hands and face, feeling a deep sense of guilt for his helplessness. The only thing he could do was hold her tightly, feeling the reality of the person in his arms, which brought him a slight sense of calm. He silently vowed to protect Ziya at all costs, even if it meant sacrificing his own life.
"Hahaha, isn't this fun? Go ahead and continue saving your friends! Just don't waste time on the dead!"
Ziya stopped crying in terror, turning towards the corner where the voice had come from, but the sound from the loudspeaker vanished instantly. Zhiqing's brows furrowed deeply, his expression cold and serious. He pondered: what was that clanging sound earlier? Was it the noise made when the woman was brought here and suspended? But that didn't make sense! They had only heard the sound for a few seconds before entering; if she had been tied up, they should have seen something when they arrived.
This woman was wearing a hospital gown; who had brought her here? Two people were already dead, and the first woman who died on the player was their classmate Yang Xianju.
She was a transfer student who joined midway through. Her profile in the notebook read: Gender: Female, Name: Chen Lunxiu, Age: 23...
Zhiqing continued to think slowly, his mind like a short-circuited television channel—chaotic and disordered. He didn't know much about Chen Lunxiu. In contrast, Yang Xianju left a deep impression on him; she was known for stirring up trouble and was a sworn enemy of Sun Meng. The two would bicker every couple of days. Zhiqing felt a surge of joy at this thought; it seemed his memory was slowly returning.
Thinking of Sun Meng made Zhiqing's heart tighten. The last three names in the notebook were his own, Ziya's, and Sun Meng's. Ziya was currently unaware of her situation; if she woke up and found out that Sun Meng's name was also on this death list, he couldn't imagine how she would cope with that blow.
Ziya's condition was dire; her eyes were vacant as she slumped beside Chen Lunxiu's corpse.
"Ziya, please don't do this! You have to pull yourself together; give me strength! You are my source of strength, do you understand?" Zhiqing spoke with hope in his voice, his unwavering determination reflected in his calm demeanor as he tried to reach out to the despondent Ziya. She silently nodded and reluctantly left Chen Lunxiu's body behind as Zhiqing supported her toward the outer room.
"Let's check how many names are on this Notebook," Zhiqing thought about secretly telling Ziya that his memory was slowly coming back. However, recalling the earlier scene made him cautious as he glanced around; he chose not to speak. At that moment, it was clear that somewhere nearby, the hidden Demon Leader was watching their every move. Not only could they not speak freely, but even small actions were likely being observed closely.
Upon reaching the brighter outer room, Zhiqing and Ziya quickly flipped through the Notebook. Sun Meng's name was indeed inside, along with Yang Xianju, Cheng Qinqin, Liu Yi, Li Mao, Xiao Ranhong... These names sparked some recognition in their minds. There was one question Zhiqing didn't voice: Chen Lunxiu had recognized them both while they had failed to recognize her in time. What did that imply? The only explanation could be that they had been brainwashed while others imprisoned here had not.
There were two deaths recorded in the Notebook; who would be next? Was the Demon Leader following this logic to eliminate them? These questions tangled chaotically in Zhiqing's mind.
“Zhiqing, do you have any family?” Ziya suddenly asked without any preamble. Her delicate fingers flipped through the names in the Notebook, which felt like a soul-snatching ledger. The people recorded within were destined to die, and in a painfully torturous manner, as if they were to suffer in the legendary eighteen layers of hell. Zhiqing felt a surge of anxiety as Ziya continued to browse through the notes. He feigned calmness and took the notebook from her, slowly responding to her question.
“Uh, I don’t remember.” As Zhiqing replied, a vague figure began to emerge in his mind—his mother, who had been bedridden for a long time. The fact that he could recover his memories so quickly might be attributed to the herbs his mother had painstakingly gathered. Some of the herbs Zhiqing couldn’t name, but his mother remembered their miraculous uses.
Which ones could clear the mind and sharpen the senses? Which ones could prolong life? Of course, these descriptions were somewhat exaggerated, but there were indeed many benefits. In Zhiqing’s memory, he had never been to a hospital; it was rare for him to catch a cold or fever.
How could Ziya know that Zhiqing was already recovering his memories? At that moment, her brows knitted tightly with worry. She strained to think and recall her past. As she delved deeper into her thoughts, a painful headache set in, forcing her to abandon the effort. Monet shook her head, her face pale, embodying a sense of helplessness as if questioning the heavens.
“Let’s go see where everyone else is,” Zhiqing said as he stood up, pulling Ziya along and tucking the Notebook into his waistband.
Ziya no longer had the strength to converse with Zhiqing; she couldn’t resist the overwhelming fear that enveloped her. She allowed Zhiqing to support her as her heart felt cold and heavy. The environment around them resembled a tomb for the living dead; they and several unseen classmates were destined to die one by one. Her mind was filled with images of death, leaving her despondent and chilled to the bone. She clung tightly to Zhiqing’s arm, seeking comfort from his warmth.
As they walked into the cold corridor, direction became a blur. Zhiqing decided to choose one direction and stick with it; the lights in this corridor were sparse. There was only one light every meter or so; standing under the flickering illumination made it hard to see even a meter ahead. With Ziya being nearsighted, visibility was even worse under these circumstances. She could only mechanically follow closely beside Zhiqing, not daring to stray even a step away.
Suddenly, an eerie sound echoed from behind them—‘puff puff puff.’ Both of them jumped in surprise and turned to see the source of the noise but only caught sight of hazy shadows.
Compared to Ziya’s vision, Zhiqing’s was much better. He pulled Ziya behind him and focused on where the sound originated. A creature wearing a pointed hat bounced out from the shadows of the light; it was entirely snow-white with a blood-red tongue hanging down to its knees. Its body was covered in white from head to toe, concealing its legs; all that was visible were claws gripping a sharp iron weapon. The sight made Zhiqing’s heart leap into his throat with fright.
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