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Ziya fumbled to help Sun Meng up. "Are you okay? Don't scare me..." The place was not only pitch dark but also filled with a foul odor that made Ziya cover her nose to block the stench.
"It hurts... my leg hurts, boohoo..." The usually strong and optimistic Sun Meng seemed genuinely injured; otherwise, why would she be whimpering in pain?
"Shh... don't make a sound. Let me see where we are. Someone is looking for us outside. That woman pushed us down here because she was afraid of being exposed."
"Yeah... that woman is the owner of the pants shop."
"I saw it in that room earlier; there were piles of scraps everywhere, so I knew it was her." Ziya finally understood why she felt uneasy; it stemmed from her Sixth Sense and some sensitive topics that Sun Meng had mentioned.
"Uh... what is this place? It stinks." Sun Meng quickly covered her nose as well, trying hard to adjust to the dark environment.
"Yeah, this smell is like something rotten and decaying. I need to find out where it's coming from."
The two supported each other as they tried to adapt to the darkness. Ziya's fingers brushed against a cold wall, and as she reached lower, she felt something grainy and fuzzy. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was grain, which led her to understand that they must be in a granary; every rural area has a place for storing food.
Ziya continued to explore, and when her fingers touched a jar, she paused in surprise. How strange that there would be a jar in a granary. She continued feeling along the edge of the jar until she found a lid. With a clang, she lifted the lid, and an even more putrid smell wafted out, accompanied by some mysterious insects that flew into Ziya's face.
"Wow... what is that?" Ziya waved her hands to shoo away the insects. They buzzed around like flies—yes, they were flies—buzzing around in the granary. Sun Meng was also getting attacked and kept waving her hands to drive them away.
"Why are there suddenly so many insects? What did you open?"
"I don't know; the awful smell is definitely coming from this jar." Ziya had adjusted to the darkness and caught a glimpse of what looked like a jar used for pickling meat during the New Year celebrations in rural areas.
“What’s in the jar?” Sun Meng slowly approached Ziya, curious to see what was inside.
“I can’t see clearly; I can only touch it, but it feels sticky and wet,” Ziya replied, instinctively bringing her hand to her nose for a sniff. “Ugh… it smells really disgusting. I really want to wash my hands with soap.”
“Ugh… that’s so gross.” Sun Meng stepped closer to the jar, and the stench grew stronger, making her turn away and gag.
“Move a bit closer. By the way, can you tell me why you left the dormitory in the middle of the night?”
“Well, at that time, I was half asleep and half awake. I vaguely heard someone calling my name. When I opened my eyes, there was no one there. Thinking it was just a dream, I went back to sleep. But then the dormitory door slowly opened by itself, and a blurry figure that looked like Wang Yuan appeared at the doorway. I wanted to call out to you, but he waved his hand at me, signaling me to follow him…”
Sun Meng fell into deep thought… The figure moved slowly ahead, always keeping a certain distance from her. It felt as if she were sleepwalking, her mind trapped as she mechanically followed behind. She couldn’t remember when they passed through the corridor or when they left the school and entered the Moso Bamboo Forest.
The figure silently walked into a two-story house that came into view. She hesitated, unsure whether to follow inside when a sudden barking of dogs startled the owner within. It also jolted Sun Meng awake; she carefully surveyed her surroundings and felt momentarily dazed. Where was this place? She wanted to run… Suddenly, a man appeared before her, grinning maliciously as he bent down and extended his arms to block her escape.
A jolt of fear shot through Sun Meng; every hair on her body stood on end as a chill raced from her heels to the top of her head. Her body shivered involuntarily, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead, trickling down the corner of her eye and dripping onto the soft earth below.
The man before her had long hair that nearly covered half his face. However, the half that was visible revealed a blood-red eye glaring intensely at her.
Sun Meng’s throat felt dry; she wanted to scream but after trying hard for what felt like an eternity, all she managed was a slight tremble of her lips. What escaped from her throat was merely a series of cold breaths.
The man stood over 170 centimeters tall. Where had he come from? Perhaps Sun Meng hadn’t yet adjusted to this environment, which is why she hadn’t had time to see him clearly before he appeared right in front of her.
The man lunged at her like a wolf. Sun Meng could only defend herself without any means to fight back. In a flurry of grappling and struggling, overwhelmed by fear and shock, she ultimately succumbed to his punch and lost consciousness.
"Goodness... Did you really sleepwalk all the way here? That figure you saw in the dormitory must be a hallucination created by your obsession with Wang Yuan," Ziya said, feeling a chill run down her spine. Ignoring the foul odor, she quickly reached out to comfort Sun Meng, unsure of how to console her.
"No, that figure is the person I saw at the school gate. It's Wang Yuan," Sun Meng insisted.
"Alright, if it's Wang Yuan, then how do you explain what happened to you? Did Wang Yuan deliberately lure you here and then run off?" Ziya was equally frustrated, struggling to explain the truth of the situation to Sun Meng.
Sun Meng collapsed against Ziya, shaking with sobs. "I don't know anything! I just followed him here and got attacked until you woke me up... Wuwu..."
"Shh... Don't cry. Someone is coming down the stairs," Ziya whispered gently, steadying Sun Meng. The two of them fell silent, pressing against the wall. The 'thud-thud' of footsteps echoed loudly in the stillness of the night. Could it be that woman? Ziya thought to herself, feeling cold sweat trickle from her palms.
The pain coursing through their bodies combined with the stench made both Ziya and Sun Meng desperate to leave.
They pressed nervously against the wall, listening intently to the chaotic footsteps approaching from the stairs. There seemed to be more than one person—who could they be? Were they the ones who had been knocking and shouting earlier? Would that woman let them in?
Just as they were lost in thought, a faint circular beam of flashlight swept across them, accompanied by the sound of male and female voices.
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