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She mentioned that the woman in the player seemed familiar. The man paused slightly, unsure of what she meant. After a moment, he tried to focus on his memories, but no matter how hard he thought or recalled, his mind was a blank slate. The only thing he could remember was waking up here and the sight of this seemingly familiar girl. Continuing to ponder was futile.
"I don't remember. Let's check somewhere else," he said with a shake of his head, feeling helpless as he spoke to the Kunoichi who looked somewhat frail. He wondered if he had somehow stepped into the legendary Supernatural Space.
"Do you think we might be dead? Or perhaps we've crossed the legendary Bridge of Helplessness and drank Meng Po Soup, which is why we can't remember who we are and have no other memories?"
"Don't think like that. The answers will come to us eventually. Let's go!" The man had a natural inclination to care for the delicate-looking girl before him, unsure if it was due to affection or something else, but he felt it was his duty to look after her.
They exited the room with the player and returned to the corridor, where the flickering lights resembled ghostly flames, weak and intermittent, adding to the eerie atmosphere. The woman swallowed hard, her gulp audible in the silence. Her fingers were tightly clasped in his large hand; at that moment, she had no choice but to rely on this seemingly unfamiliar yet oddly familiar man.
The flickering lights cast long shadows of the two of them as their hearts raced with anxiety, both unaware of what awaited them next. Every door along the corridor was tightly shut, stained and dirty, while a musty odor lingered in the air. In unfamiliar surroundings, people typically fear three things: unfamiliarity itself, unpleasant smells, and unexpected events.
They held each other's hands tightly, every pore on their bodies tense and ready to explode at any moment. The corridor echoed with their shuffling footsteps; his palms were already sweaty, yet he couldn't bear to wipe them away. As they turned the corner at the end of the hallway, a pair of double doors appeared before them. The doorknob bore what looked like bloodstains or red paint—either way, it was a shocking sight. After hesitating for a moment, he resolutely took Ziya's hand and twisted the doorknob.
With a creaking sound that pierced through the silence, both of them jumped at once, their facial muscles twitching in response. The double doors swung open, revealing an unexpected space waiting for them to enter. They hesitated for a moment about whether to step inside, exchanging glances and weighing their options before simultaneously taking a step forward.
Upon entering the room, a dim light bulb hung from the center, swaying gently in the breeze that flowed in through the open door. The flickering light illuminated their shadows as if they were swinging on a swing set inside the room. Various cabinets filled the space; against one wall stood several filing cabinets surrounded by countless Notebooks. Ziya casually picked one up and began flipping through it, discovering it contained: a photo, gender; female, 23 years old; name; Fang Ziya, address; xxxxxx phone number xxxxxxxxxxx.
"Oh my God, this is my name," Ziya exclaimed in shock as she looked at the Notebook and then glanced around cautiously at the man.
"You are Fang Ziya?" The man's voice sounded familiar upon hearing her name; he quickly grabbed the Notebook to look closer. Comparing it with the photo confirmed it was indeed her. As he continued flipping through the Notebook, he noticed many names that felt familiar but couldn't recall who they belonged to.
"This is you," Ziya said as she leaned over to see what page he was looking at in disbelief. She then saw recorded there: a photo, gender; male; name; Chen Zhiqing, address; xxxxx phone number xxxxxxxxxxx.
"Zhiqing, you are..." Ziya gasped as she stared at him in astonishment. No wonder he felt so familiar—he was Zhiqing. His name struck her like a breath of fresh air, suddenly reminding her of something important yet leaving her unable to piece it all together.
“Ziya,” Zhiqing said, tightly embracing Ziya's shoulders, overwhelmed with mixed emotions and speechless. They felt each other's warm body heat, sensing the weight of what had happened between them. Their memories remained hazy, and the painful recollections caused their heads to throb.
“Then all these named people are here; where could they be?” Ziya broke free from Zhiqing's embrace and spoke urgently.
“Let me think. These names feel so familiar, just like how I feel about you,” Zhiqing picked up the Notebook, trying to see the names more clearly.
“No, that woman I just saw—could it be…” Ziya hesitated to think further. A name lingered in her mind, though it was vague, it left a strong impression. Her face, her voice, and her laughter were all vividly etched in her memory.
“What is it?” Zhiqing looked for a long time but couldn't find any flaws. He wanted to keep the named Notebook with him when suddenly, a voice from the Specter echoed from an unknown source.
“Hahaha, isn't this fun? Yes, of course there are others in this room. You’re clever to have figured that out; they are waiting for your rescue in dire straits. Hurry up! Go save your friends and classmates!”
“Bastard! Show yourself! Hiding like a coward is pathetic. What kind of game are you playing, you freak?” Zhiqing clenched his fists and shouted into the void. He wanted to provoke the other party, hoping to force them into revealing themselves. But no matter how much he cursed, the speaker seemed to have fallen silent.
In frustration, Zhiqing slammed his fist against a cabinet. At that moment, his concern was for Ziya; his own safety was secondary. Just as he struck the cabinet, the lights in the room suddenly went out. The only source of light vanished, plunging them into darkness—a darkness that often brings endless fear and speculation. Ziya panicked, calling out for Zhiqing while her hands frantically searched for him.
“Don’t be afraid.” Zhiqing steadied himself and embraced Ziya gently, comforting her as he took her hand and guided her back toward where they had entered based on memory. As they stepped into the corridor again, the dark brown walls loomed like an invisible mouth ready to swallow them whole, instilling dread in their hearts. Zhiqing could only guess who was behind this and what their intentions were—why create such terrifying scenes that seemed straight out of a movie.
Ziya kept thinking about the woman she had seen on the player; the atmosphere around them made her want to cry without tears. Her memories felt like a blank slate—nothing but white paper. The only clear image was of Zhiqing before her. Memories could be erased, but feelings were mysterious; they would appear in one's mind at any moment.
A surge of unexpressed anger simmered within Zhiqing's chest as he faced the hidden Specter. He wished he could confront them fiercely; dealing with a man was one thing, but dragging a vulnerable woman like Ziya into this nightmare was unforgivable. While they both spiraled into their thoughts, a rumbling sound echoed from above them.
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