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"The red... Hem of the Dress..."
Wu's body stiffened as he stood up, his hand gripping the gun trembling slightly.
In the square, amidst the gazes of the crowd, he distinctly saw something strange.
However, when he rose to his feet, the deserted thicket once again appeared empty, as if what he had seen before was merely an illusion.
He tightened his grip on the gun, pushing through the surrounding people and charging toward the thicket.
Behind him came the astonished shouts of his companions, but Wu paid no heed. A sense of urgency filled his heart; he had to see the full picture of that thing.
He clutched the gun tightly and sprinted across the vacant square, plunging into the dark thicket. As his shoes sank into the soft grass, dew splashed onto his ankles, soaking the cuffs of his pants.
But he did not pause. He gripped the gun and continued to rush into the thicket, feeling anxious and restless, unwilling to stop.
The branches that grew thickly in the thicket scraped against his cheeks, causing a slight sting, yet his gaze remained fixed on the spot where the Red Skirt had vanished, refusing to waver even a fraction.
Behind him, the calls of his companions gradually faded away, becoming almost inaudible, as if they were in a distant world.
Wu's body had already reached the corner where the Red Skirt had disappeared.
A look of excitement spread across his face as he quickened his pace.
He tightened his grip on the gun and dashed over the soft, slippery grass, rounding that corner.
Then he froze.
Before him was an empty room.
The vast space was painted in monotonous shades of gray, seemingly devoid of the colors that life should possess.
There was no furniture. No tables or chairs; in the expansive emptiness, only a rope hung from the ceiling beam, tied in the center of the room, resembling the noose faced by prisoners about to be executed.
Further back in the room, a large window was set into the wall, but it lacked glass.
Outside the window, a few withered branches reached in.
The outside was just as empty and gray, lacking any color, monotonous as if it were not part of the living world.
Standing dazed in this colorless room, Wu's face displayed a look of astonishment; he had not expected such a scene behind the corner of the thicket.
He tightened his grip on the gun in his hand and couldn't help but take a step back.
Then his back bumped against something.
He turned around to see what it was.
Behind him stood a wall.
A thick wall.
Like everything else in this room, its color was dull and monotonous, without any excess hue.
Yet apart from this wall, there was nothing else.
It fit perfectly with the rest of the room, creating a completely enclosed space. There were no visible gaps for entry or exit.
The thickets, the grass, the square, his companions... everything had vanished.
In the place where Wu stood, only a silent wall remained, quietly standing there. Everything that had been before had disappeared without a trace, as if he had inadvertently stepped into another world.
Wu's brow furrowed tightly, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him. His previously anxious and urgent heart suddenly calmed down.
Then a chill enveloped his entire body.
He instinctively tightened his grip on the gun in his hand, standing in this Silence and monotonous gray world, feeling an inexplicable fear of being abandoned in a desolate realm.
He recalled everything that had happened earlier; clearly, something had been luring him here, otherwise he wouldn't have lost his composure like that.
He cautiously surveyed this colorless world, his eyes left with nothing but the dull hues of gray Silence.
Wu couldn't help but shift his feet; the dampness on his pant legs was uncomfortable.
Earlier, when he rushed through the thickets, the slippery and soft grass had soaked his pant legs with dew. But at that moment, he was filled with strange anxiety and hadn't paid attention to the wet sensation. Now that his mood had settled, the dampness felt very unpleasant.
He anxiously twisted his feet, instinctively looking down to check the condition of his pant legs.
Then he froze.
On the hem of his pants, where it was stained with spots of moisture, he could see vibrant colors...
"Blood?"
Wu stared blankly at the shocking dark red stains on his pant legs, feeling the sticky, uncomfortable sensation on his feet, struggling to comprehend where the blood had come from.
He had clearly seen dew splashing on the grass he had run over earlier; how could it have turned into...
Suddenly, Wu remembered that the weather in Wocheng had been dry and sunny for the past few days. How could there possibly be dew on the grass? Even if there was dew, wouldn’t it have frozen into frost in the low temperatures of early winter?
In this monotonous world of dull colors, the small splashes of blood stood out glaringly, filling Wu with unease.
But he dared not call out, nor could he summon the courage to shout for help.
Because standing in this colorless world, he felt an inexplicable fear, as if countless evil eyes were watching him with keen interest. It was as though he had become a grotesque figure on display, subjected to the gaze of those malicious and sinister observers.
He trembled with anxiety but feared that a loud shout might truly awaken something terrifying.
Silently, he retreated to a corner, pressing his back tightly against the wall, his eyes scanning the room for a way to escape.
His gaze roamed around the room, pausing for two seconds on a strange rope hanging down from the center before shifting to a peculiar window.
After hesitating for several seconds, he finally leaned against the wall and cautiously made his way toward the window step by step.
That window seemed to be the only connection to the outside world in this enclosed space; it appeared to be his only escape route.
Then...
"Hehehehe..."
A strange laughter suddenly echoed in Wu's ears.
At first, it was far away, but gradually it drew closer, until it seemed to be whispering softly right by his ear, almost within reach.
Something was gently brushing against Wu's neck.
Soft and fine, it felt like hair...
Outside the window, a corner of something red floated by, flashing briefly— the only color in this gray world.
Glamorous yet beautiful, eerie and cold.
"Hehehe..."
The woman's laughter echoed softly, and the colors in the room began to fade.
Finally, something rose up, gently swaying from the noose in the center of the room.
Creak—creak—
Amidst the sound of an old wooden chair rocking, there was no other sound in the room, only a hanging corpse slowly swaying in the empty space. (To be continued...)
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