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Zhiqing released Ziya's hand, but the other person tightened their grip, unwilling to let go. Zhiqing's deep eyes shimmered with a hint of reluctance and tenderness in the darkness. He raised his other hand and gently pressed it against Ziya's trembling hand, as if there were a thousand words to say, yet they could only be conveyed in a fleeting glance.
Liu Yi pretended to be nonchalant as he gripped the mouse, feigning a casual conversation with Ziya and Zhiqing. The room was engulfed in darkness, eerily silent, with only the pale glow of the computer screen illuminating his pale, stern face.
Due to excessive blood loss, Liu Yi felt his body temperature plummeting. The surroundings suddenly seemed abnormally cold, and coupled with extreme fatigue, his eyelids grew heavier. The pain in his arm felt numb, and the wound wrapped in Ziya's clothing seeped through with a patch of crimson that had already begun to congeal.
The cold invaded his body, causing his fingers to stiffen and his body to become rigid. Even the breath he exhaled felt icy; he longed for warmth as fatigue replaced any sensation in his nerves. As the chill intensified, Liu Yi's consciousness began to blur, his vision dimmed, and his eyes lost their luster. His head drooped weakly as he slipped into a momentary stupor, entering a dream.
With his head bowed low, Liu Yi felt his runny nose drip onto the tips of his shoes. It was cold... genuinely cold... He shifted slightly, adjusting his position to lean back against the chair.
The dream was bizarre; he felt as if he were trapped in a thick fog. The mist swirled like clouds, rolling in and obscuring Liu Yi's path forward. He raised his hands to shout but suddenly remembered that one of his arms was useless; how could it possibly be whole again? Just as he was lost in thought, a strange figure cloaked in black appeared before him, brandishing a scythe.
"Who are you?" Liu Yi exclaimed in shock and fear. At the same time, he sensed an evil force closing in from all directions; he wanted to run...
As Liu Yi sank deeper into this nightmare, the door behind him opened silently. A hunched shadow cast itself against the wall, and the raised scythe swung menacingly toward his exposed head...
In the dream, Liu Yi felt an intense pain in his throat—so painful... The sudden agony jolted him awake. He opened his eyes wide and immediately felt a chilling touch on his neck along with a sharp pain that pierced through him.
Liu Yi's abrupt awakening startled the shadow momentarily; the hand gripping the knife trembled.
"Who are you?" Liu Yi attempted to stand but found himself powerless; every part of him felt achingly weak.
The icy sensation on his neck cut deeply, leaving a crimson line as Liu Yi struggled... His left hand weakly lifted, trying to push away that malicious grip... The light in the room flickered incessantly, making his struggles feel futile and helpless. Liu Yi sensed his consciousness slipping away; after a series of creaking sounds, everything seemed to settle into silence. The shadowy figure quietly exited the room, leaving behind only a pool of blood beneath Liu Yi's feet.
As he re-entered the vent, Zhiqing's fingers brushed against the rough surface, and he could still sense Ziya's gentle presence lingering in the air. A bitter smile crossed his face as he wished to hold onto that fleeting memory.
Emerging from the vent, he cautiously scanned his surroundings, seemingly finding no unusual activity. After securing the iron frame of the vent, he stealthily stepped out of the single restroom, remaining hidden in the shadows as he made his way toward Liu Yi's room.
The corridor lights flickered ominously, causing Zhiqing's heart to race as he pressed against the wall and moved slowly forward. He had been worried about Liu Yi in the computer room; after all, the ghost had already discovered that neither he nor Ziya were inside. Liu Yi's situation was undoubtedly perilous.
Liu Yi had been using computer programs to record Ziya and Zhiqing's images, continuously replaying them to confuse the demon's gaze—a tactic he had learned from a movie.
In terms of technology, Zhiqing genuinely admired Liu Yi's courage and clever mind. As for the high-tech advancements of the Twenty-First Century, Zhiqing found himself somewhat bewildered. If it were about feng shui, he could speak at length, even if it might confuse others; as long as both parties were willing to engage without creating conflict, it was acceptable.
But enough of that; let's return to Zhiqing's situation!
At this moment, it was early spring—March or April—and temperatures above ground were still unstable, let alone those underground. Zhiqing was wandering through the corridor with his shirt off. He was alone, moving cautiously step by step. Occasionally, when shadows loomed nearby, he would leap forward to avoid exposing his movements.
Perhaps due to nerves and physical exertion, Zhiqing didn't feel particularly cold. He noticed he was getting closer to Liu Yi's room; in the empty corridor, only his shadow clung tightly to the wall. The thought of soon seeing Liu Yi eased some of his tension. Just then, the corridor light suddenly went out with an eerie 'pop.'
Zhiqing froze for a moment before the light flickered back on. A vague figure appeared just a few meters away—it looked unmistakably like Liang Chao.
“Damn it… this is supernatural,” Zhiqing muttered under his breath as he slapped his forehead and took a deep breath, forcing himself to accept the harsh reality that Liang Chao was dead.
When Zhiqing opened his eyes again and looked at that indistinct figure, it was still there… continuously waving its back toward him. Was it a real ghost or an illusion? A big question mark popped up in Zhiqing's mind.
He scrutinized the figure closely, doubting whether he was merely being deceived by the flickering light into seeing an apparition of Liang Chao. Rubbing his eyes vigorously once more and letting go to observe again, that silhouette remained hazy and unreal; its hand seemed to be signaling something to him.
As Zhiqing watched the blurry figure silently raise a hand like a phantom, a chill of fear washed over him. His throat tightened, and he swallowed hard, cursing under his breath. Gathering his courage, he looked again, but the corridor was empty; there was no shadow to be found.
Having seen and experienced much, Zhiqing was not afraid of ghosts. However, the unsettling environment combined with the flickering light above him, reminiscent of ghostly flames, only heightened the eerie atmosphere.
Zhiqing recalled the direction indicated by the blurry figure's hand and quickly turned his gaze. It pointed to the door of Liu Yi's room. It seemed he had merely been imagining things, letting his thoughts run wild and scaring himself in the process.
Lost in thought, the shadow reappeared, moving in a mechanical manner. It seemed to avoid letting Zhiqing see its face; as Zhiqing approached, the shadow vanished into thin air like smoke. In a moment of confusion, Zhiqing found himself standing at the door of Liu Yi's room. The door loomed before him as he slowly raised his hand to push it open.
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