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Zhiqing's mother let the two of them into the small room next door, which had originally been part of the main area but was temporarily separated for resting. Ziya didn’t understand what Zhiqing's mother meant by not being prepared; she simply smiled and didn’t respond. Shortly after, they saw Zhiqing emerge, looking refreshed and full of confidence. Zhiqing's mother poured a cup of Bi Luo Chun tea for both Ziya and Sun Meng, and when she saw her son come out, she hurriedly poured him a cup as well.
"What brings you two here today?" Zhiqing asked as he poured the foam off the top of their tea cups before sitting down. The chair let out a slight creak as he settled onto it.
"Uh, can't we just come to see you?" Sun Meng replied with a smile, having noticed that Zhiqing had been glancing at someone with a mix of interest and nervousness.
"Class monitor, Sun Meng's family bought a house. Can you take a look at it?" Ziya stated her purpose directly to Zhiqing. Sun Meng panicked and quickly gestured for her to stop. However, both Zhiqing and Ziya ignored her and continued talking. "I want to go in! It just feels off somehow, but I can’t pinpoint what’s wrong."
"Oh, should I go check it out now?" Zhiqing said, turning his gaze toward Sun Meng, as he needed to ask for the homeowner's opinion.
"No, no! Ziya must be mistaken; we just painted the walls yesterday and everything was fine," Sun Meng said anxiously. She was worried about Zhiqing going to her house because Liang Chao was very opposed to things like fortune-telling or feng shui. If he found out that Zhiqing was going over, it would not end well.
"You know, I thought you would object, which is why I came to talk to Zhiqing first. Anyway, Liang Chao doesn’t need to know; let’s just have Zhiqing take a look," Ziya said with a hint of irritation.
"This..." Sun Meng feared Ziya’s anger but still needed to find out when Liang Chao would be home. With that thought in mind, she hesitated before nodding at Zhiqing and Ziya. She pulled out her phone from her bag and walked toward the door.
Sun Meng called Liang Chao and learned that he was busy and wouldn’t be home anytime soon. Relieved, she returned to the room and agreed to let Zhiqing and Ziya come over to check the house.
Seeing her son about to leave, Zhiqing's mother looked somewhat distressed.
"Where are you going? What if the girls come by later?"
"Mom..." Zhiqing shouted in a deep voice and pulled his mother aside to talk.
Ziya and Sun Meng were both taken aback, exchanging puzzled glances, unsure of what had set Zhiqing off.
"Do you think Zhiqing is on a blind date today?" Sun Meng asked, watching Zhiqing and her mother arguing by the riverbank. After a while, they noticed that Zhiqing's mother seemed to be crying, while Zhiqing was apologizing profusely, gesturing animatedly as she spoke to her.
"I don't know; it seems like Zhiqing doesn't like it! Otherwise, she wouldn't be blowing up at her mom," Ziya said lightly, glancing at her phone with a hint of impatience in her expression.
Zhiqing still hadn't come over when Sun Meng's phone rang. She picked it up to see it was Liang Chao calling. Nodding at Ziya, she walked alone to the riverbank.
Zhiqing and her mother were still talking. The sounds from the riverside tea shop mixed with Sun Meng's conversation with Liang Chao. The willow branches swayed gently in the breeze, while a few pedestrians strolled leisurely beneath the lush green leaves. Suddenly, Ziya felt her vision blur; the cheerful laughter around her seemed to fade away. Everything before her felt surreal, as a cool breeze brushed against her face, reminiscent of her mother's gentle touch.
As her vision blurred and sounds faded, figures danced in and out of focus... Ziya felt as if she were lying on soft clouds. She didn't feel any pain as she gently collapsed beside Zhiqing's shop.
Just as Sun Meng hung up the phone and turned around, she saw Ziya's limp body fall. Her face went pale with shock, and her heart raced. She rushed forward to catch her but was too late; Ziya had already fallen.
"Class Monitor..." Sun Meng cried out in despair, tightly embracing Ziya's head and shouting for Zhiqing. People enjoying their time by the river stopped to stare at Sun Meng, tears streaming down her face, confused about what was happening.
A few meters away, Zhiqing froze in shock. Seeing this, her mother pushed her hard. It was only then that Zhiqing snapped back to reality. She hurriedly reversed the car, and without hesitation, several people lifted Ziya into the vehicle and rushed her to the nearby Second Hospital.
Meanwhile, Ziya found herself in an endless void where memories replayed in her mind like a dream. She saw Zhou Chen and classmates who had died in high school. It felt as if she were sitting on a bus speeding down a dark road. Many people were on the bus, but their faces were indistinct; only a vague shadow caught her eye.
The bus continued its journey, passing under a low bridge when Ziya spotted a boy waiting by one of the bridge supports. The boy's face was pale—so pale—and he stood right in the middle of the road. Ziya shouted for him to move away. No matter how loudly she screamed, he remained unmoved as the bus roared toward him.
Ziya screamed in horror; no one paid attention to her cries. She closed her eyes, thinking it was over—the boy must have been crushed. Just as despair settled in, she felt a pair of cold little hands touch her arm. Turning around in fright, she nearly jumped out of her skin—wasn't this the child who had just been run over?
"Are you... human? Or a ghost?" As Ziya spoke, she felt her vocal cords trembling, her breath cold. Could it be that these people were all dead? It was then that she realized the group in the vehicle seemed rather unusual.
"Giggle, giggle, the child is laughing," one of them said, revealing hollow eye sockets devoid of eyeballs and lips as dark as purple. Their face was pale, resembling that of a corpse from a funeral home. A chill ran down Ziya's spine as she silently lamented; she remembered being in the class monitor's shop just moments ago. How did she end up in this seemingly ghostly vehicle?
The car continued to drive forward, heading up a tall mountain. Ziya wanted to ask one of the passengers where they were going. A woman leaned halfway out of her seat, her expression seemingly devoid of malice.
"Auntie, where are we headed?" Ziya asked, suppressing the panic rising within her as she gazed at the woman.
"Hehe, it's a place you won't like," the woman replied with a sinister smile. A chill emanated from her words, forming a misty barrier through which Ziya glimpsed a terrifyingly grotesque face. Terrified, she curled up in her seat, too frightened to move.
Just as Ziya sat frozen in fear, the car came to a stop. She felt as if she hadn't gotten out but suddenly found herself standing on the road. The vehicle had already driven away from her, and soon after, a figure emerged from it, handing her something while repeatedly urging her.
"Go back! This isn't a place for you..." Ziya looked at the shadowy figure in confusion as it waved goodbye before both cars drove off. With the vehicles gone, she scanned her surroundings and realized how unfamiliar everything felt. She thought to herself how ridiculous it was to be left behind like this; getting lost would be laughable.
Perplexed and at a loss for what to do, Ziya suddenly remembered something had been pressed into her hand earlier. She looked down and gasped... what she saw sent shivers down her spine.
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