Chapter 144
Chapter 144
Yellow Hair finally finished writing what he wanted to say.
“That thing turned into a Red-dressed Girl. She can teleport, and she also turned into a cloud of Red Mist and ate Xu Yijie. All that was left was a pile of broken bones. She’s in the corridor now. Liu Ji and two others are hiding in a dorm room. Xia Zeqin’s whereabouts are unknown.”
Yellow Hair kept it as brief as he could, not caring whether the sentences were smooth or not. He simply wrote down everything he knew.
That thing had turned into a Red-dressed Girl. Jian Fan and the others already knew that much; they had seen it with their own eyes. As for Xu Yijie being eaten, none of them had any particular reaction. In the Realm of Death, it was all too normal for a few teammates to die. Besides, they had not known Xu Yijie well, and considering what Xu Yijie had done earlier, it was already decent of them not to gloat. Naturally, they had no real feelings about his death.
The only point that drew their attention was the Red Mist.
Jian Fan quickly recalled the cloud of Red Mist they had first seen in the dorm room.
Back then, the Red Mist had been blocked inside the door, and this Red-dressed Girl also seemed unable to pass through doors. In that case…
A guess quickly formed in Jian Fan’s mind.
The girl had not only appeared just now. The first time they had come face-to-face with her had been in Dormitory 6103. It was just that at the time, the girl’s form had been a burst of Red Mist, and they had left Dormitory 6103 before the Red Mist could spread, saving their lives.
In other words, this thing had three forms.
The first was its Red Mist state, which could devour people. The second was neither human nor ghost, humanoid in shape but covered in blood, with its features ruined beyond recognition. The third was its most deceptive state: a cute little girl.
There was another point worth noting. Back then, the Red Mist had appeared from the balcony, and Jian Fan had turned around and shut the balcony door.
Red Mist, balcony. Neither human nor ghost, bathroom.
At that time, there had been bloody water in the bathroom of Dormitory 6103, while the balcony of this dormitory supervisor’s room had blood on it. Although its appearance had gone from the balcony of 6103 to the bathroom of the dormitory supervisor’s room, Jian Fan still came up with a theory.
This thing’s movement might have something to do with blood.
If they shut the doors to the bathroom and the balcony, then unless it could appear directly inside this room, they were safe for now.
Even so, Jian Fan still had to be cautious. From here on, they had to move carefully and avoid making too much noise.
Qin Weiyi looked at what Yellow Hair had written, his brow furrowing slightly. Then he took a pen from the pen holder, tested it to make sure it could write, and wrote down his own thought on the paper.
“Zhao Yingguo?”
This time, Jian Fan did not write. He simply nodded at Qin Weiyi.
That girl should be Zhao Yingguo.
The theme of this escape room should be ghostly revenge. The thing they had seen, neither human nor ghost, was what Zhao Yingguo looked like after death.
Other than it being a ghost, they could not find any other explanation for why that thing could change back and forth like this.
Seeing this, Qin Nan also stepped forward, took the pen from Yellow Hair, picked up a fresh notebook, and wrote down his own thoughts.
“Before Zhao Yingguo died, were her eyes gouged out? Was she also burned by Fire?”
After Qin Nan finished writing, he held the notebook upright in front of his chest.
If that thing was Zhao Yingguo, then having no eyes and a face ruined beyond recognition as if burned by Fire could only have happened before her death.
But there were no traces of Fire damage in Dormitory 6103. Had she died somewhere else? Or had there been no Fire? Then how did they explain that unrecognizable face?
And those eyeballs-what kind of bloody school violence would it take to gouge out both of a person’s eyes?
Jian Fan took the notebook and pen from Qin Nan.
After writing a few brief strokes on it, he put them down.
“Look for clues.”
Even in writing, Jian Fan stayed true to his usual style: never use one word more than necessary.
Qin Weiyi nodded.
The things they had found so far were nowhere near enough to support them in uncovering the truth. They still needed more clues-including the key to that iron door.
The group split up.
Jian Fan casually set the notebook and pen on the table, then turned toward a corner and began searching for clues.
Qin Nan was about to take another look around as well, but before he moved, his gaze swept over the table.
The two notebooks they had written in were sitting there.
Jian Fan’s handwriting was a little delicate, with a hint of messy scrawl to it. Qin Nan couldn’t quite describe it. It just looked good. The feeling it gave off actually matched Jian Fan’s appearance pretty well.
After that came Yellow Hair’s long-winded essay.
Surprisingly, the flashy-looking Yellow Hair had pretty decent handwriting too. His was neat and proper, the kind that made him look like a student. Qin Weiyi, on the other hand, was clearly a student, but his handwriting looked like it was about to take flight.
Qin Nan’s gaze shifted to the other notebook.
There were only his and Jian Fan’s handwriting in this one.
His own handwriting was a little ugly, and placed right before Jian Fan’s, the contrast was painfully obvious. Qin Nan turned his head away, unable to keep looking.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Jian Fan went to inspect the metal box.
There was no way to tell what was inside, and there were no password hints on it. But when he lit up the lock’s screen, it displayed a password prompt with six empty slots.
It was indeed a six-digit password.
What could it be?
From what they had so far, the most important number seemed to be October 21, but that was only four digits.
Add the year?
It definitely couldn’t be 2021. The password to this box should have been set by the dorm supervisor. How could she possibly have thought of something from 2021? The bloody writing that said 2021 should have been left by “Zhao Yingguo.”
So the most likely possibility was October 21, 2014.
After thinking it over, Jian Fan directly entered the six digits: 141021.
He tapped confirm.
The screen immediately displayed: Incorrect password.
That wasn’t it.
If that wasn’t the password, what else could it be?
The room had basically been searched from top to bottom. There shouldn’t be anything else they hadn’t found. In that case, the information must be hidden inside something they had already discovered, only they hadn’t noticed it.
With that thought, Jian Fan picked up the diary again.
Earlier, he had only skimmed a few pages at a glance. Now, he needed to go through the entire diary and see if he could find any clues related to the password.
Jian Fan started from the last entry and worked backward.
Qin Nan went to search the table the television was sitting on.
It was full of daily necessities. Qin Nan rummaged through it several times but didn’t find anything useful. There was, however, a remote control for the television inside. Qin Nan picked it up and looked at it, then put it back into the drawer.
He was just about to close the drawer when the television in front of him suddenly let out a soft beep.
Qin Nan froze.
His eyes landed on the television.
The little power indicator light on the TV had already lit up.
Qin Nan looked at the remote control, his mind going blank with confusion.
Had he pressed the remote just now? No, right?
Qin Nan was sure he hadn’t pressed anything. But now the television had suddenly turned on. If he wasn’t the one who had done it, then…
Qin Nan abruptly backed up several steps, putting distance between himself and the television. But soon, he snapped back to his senses and hurriedly reached forward, grabbed the remote control, and pressed the power button with all his might.
And yet-
It did nothing.