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Pudding stood quietly on my right shoulder, silent as we approached the building. Suddenly, Pudding flapped its wings and let out a low sound.
I froze, feeling as if I were facing a formidable enemy. After looking around for a while, Little Farmer finally noticed I had fallen behind. He turned back, looking somewhat confused, and asked, "Company Commander, what are you looking for?"
"Do you see anything unusual around?" I replied in a low voice.
"Nothing," Little Farmer said, turning to scan the area.
Nothing? Was I just overly anxious? I glanced at Pudding again, but it was now drooping its head, tucking its neck in and closing its eyes, seemingly about to fall asleep.
Damn it. I reached out with my left hand and gently pinched its beak. In no time, Pudding flapped its wings and opened its eyes, protesting.
"Stay alert. I'm not joking," I whispered, not caring whether it understood me or not.
I lifted my head and looked toward Room 514. Even though I knew there was nothing to see, I couldn't help but glance at that room—the one that filled me with fear. What could possibly be lurking there?
Thinking of Fu Yuehua, who was still unconscious, I felt it was necessary to go there and clarify things.
"Once we go in, head to the fifth floor. Take it slow. Report any unusual situations immediately," I instructed Little Farmer, who nodded in response.
He turned and walked along the wall. Knowing the main door was locked, we entered through the back door of the Old Building one after the other.
I had previously guessed that no one would bother to lock this back door since no one would dare come after we left in the afternoon. As expected, the door was slightly ajar. Little Farmer had been here before and easily pushed the door open and slipped inside.
I followed closely behind him. The interior of the building was pitch black and eerily quiet. Stepping inside gave me an inexplicable sense of fear; however, for some reason, compared to my visit in the afternoon, it felt less cold and sinister.
I took a deep breath and pulled out the Flashlight, twisting it on. Just as I did, I noticed Little Farmer charging ahead. I had thought that once Little Farmer entered, he would proceed cautiously and slowly, but to my surprise, he moved so quickly.
He stood in the middle of the hall, glanced around, and then turned directly toward the stairs.
I hurried a couple of steps forward and tugged at him. "Hey, isn't there anything going on?"
"Don't worry, Company Commander. If something happens, I'll report it," Little Farmer replied calmly.
"You really don't need to take a closer look? You don’t even have your Flashlight."
"Company Commander, don't forget this isn't my first time. Besides, I can see just fine without a Flashlight." Little Farmer pointed to his eyes, which glowed faintly green in the dark, smiled, and headed straight for the second floor.
"Hey, slow down! Aren't you going to check the rooms?"
Little Farmer ignored me, and I quickly quickened my pace to follow him. Pudding also remained silent, huddled on my shoulder.
Upon reaching the second-floor hall, which was smaller than the first floor, Little Farmer merely glanced around before turning to head up to the third floor.
Curious about Little Farmer's confidence, I shone the Flashlight in his direction. He paused on the stairs and looked back at me, nodding slightly. I knew he must have been sure enough to rule out this level. Fine, I'll trust you this time. I gritted my teeth and quickly followed him.
Just like that, from the first floor to the fourth floor, Little Farmer didn’t linger much. It wasn't until we reached the fifth floor that he stepped onto the middle platform and exclaimed softly before stopping.
I rushed up behind him. "What's wrong?"
"Something feels off."
"What a strange feeling."
"I still can't see anything unusual, but I have a sense that something must have existed here before," Little Farmer said softly.
"Are you saying those things really exist?" I asked tentatively.
"Yes," he nodded heavily.
"Then come with me to Room 514. I heard that two girls committed suicide there," I whispered back.
And so, we made our way down the silent, deserted hallway toward Room 514. The closer we got, the more nervous I became. Perhaps it was due to my experiences during the day, but I felt a twinge of fear toward that room. It seemed that what people feared most was not the supernatural, but the unknown and those inexplicable phenomena.
Even the lightest footsteps echoed slightly in the corridor, reverberating in my ears like a drumbeat. I was afraid of disturbing something, so I carefully followed behind Little Farmer.
Little Farmer, however, seemed unfazed as he calmly walked toward Room 514. Just as we were nearing the door, my shoulder felt a sudden movement from Pudding.
It flapped its wings energetically and leaped off my shoulder, darting ahead.
I was already on edge, and with that sudden movement, my heart raced as if it would leap out of my chest. Little Farmer was startled too; Pudding suddenly flew past him and made a sharp turn into the open door of Room 514.
Little Farmer paused for a moment, but I quickly realized that if what he said was true—that crows are sensitive to eerie things—then Pudding must have sensed something.
"Quick, follow me!" I urged as I rushed forward, worried about what might happen to Pudding.
"Right!" Little Farmer had been in front of me and without hesitation took a quick step forward and dashed into Room 514.
I slowed down just a bit before following him in. I shone my flashlight around the room, my eyes wide open, afraid of missing anything.
The room was empty, devoid of anything.
Pudding stood by the balcony window, looking somewhat lost and bewildered. When it saw us enter, it let out a couple of croaks, then stopped moving altogether, curling up its body and closing its eyes, slipping into sleep mode.
"Little Farmer." At that moment, I couldn't focus on it any longer.
"Nothing's happening," Little Farmer replied urgently, almost at the same time I called his name.
"What?" I was taken aback. "That can't be true." Just during the day, I felt certain there was something in this room. That feeling was very real; it was definitely not an illusion or a hallucination.
"There's nothing here," Little Farmer insisted.
"How could that be?" I murmured. I had thought I found the key to the problem, but now, in the dead of night, I discovered nothing. It felt like tightly clenching my fist, gathering strength to strike someone, only to realize that person had vanished when I threw the punch. My fist hit nothing but air, and that sensation was indescribably uncomfortable.
"Company Commander, what should we do now?"
"It can't be," I steadied myself and described to Little Farmer again the feeling I had experienced during the day. After listening, Little Farmer pondered for a moment and said, "If what you say is true, then there might indeed be something wrong here. But so far, I haven't seen anything."
I still wasn't satisfied. I urged Little Farmer to check again—not just the balcony but also the other rooms. Meanwhile, I picked up Pudding. It let out a disgruntled croak as I lifted it and placed it on my shoulder. Holding the flashlight in hand, I shone it around in hopes of finding some clues.
Before long, Little Farmer returned. He looked a bit puzzled. "What did you find?"
"Nothing at all." He paused for a moment. "But..."
"What?" Suddenly, I felt a glimmer of hope for a clue.
"The energy in these rooms is very heavy," Little Farmer said. "And this room has the heaviest energy. Logically, Room 514 is on the fifth floor of this building and should receive sunlight, so there must be some reason or something that keeps this place so saturated with negative energy. But now, we can't find it." Little Farmer shrugged.
"Just now, Pudding must have sensed the negative energy and rushed in, but once inside, found no target to attack. No wonder she looks so down," I quickly responded.
At that moment, Pudding seemed either to have fallen asleep or heard our conversation and let out a soft sound.
What could have happened to cause such a significant change in just one afternoon? I pondered deeply.
Just then, my phone rang, the sound piercing through the quiet of the night. I quickly took out my phone; it was a local landline number I didn't recognize. I pressed the answer button. "Hello?"
"Company Commander, it's Jinghe. Fu Yuehua has woken up; come quickly," Jinghe's urgent voice came through.
To be continued, more exciting developments tomorrow.
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