Geister im Medizinstudium Horror-Akten

Kapitel 8

I eagerly snatched the paper and began to read it carefully:

"Hello:

Whoever you are, by the time you see this piece of paper, I will probably no longer be in this world.

There is nothing left in this world for me to cherish. I know I have let down my parents, let down those who care about me and love me, and most importantly, I have let down the baby in my womb. When I chose to end my own life, I also ruthlessly killed him. But I have no other way to go.

If I continue to live, I and others will suffer unbearable pain, while those who inflict this pain will only chuckle in the shadows, unseen by me. I hate them; they are the ones who forced me to become this person, someone I despise and betray. I didn't want this, but it is the way it is, leaving me no choice.

I miss the beauty and happiness I once had, and I miss the days I spent with those simple and kind people. But all of that is gone forever. My youth was so short, leaving me not even a trace of joy. I hate those filthy bastards, I hate them.

There is no such thing as fairness in this world, I understand that, but the joy that heaven has given me is far too little. I don't understand why some people can possess happiness with sinful and filthy hands, while others can only weep under their tyranny. I still don't understand this, and I never will. I can't say I'm innocent, but I can say that at least deep within my heart, there is something pure and innocent. It's an innate quality, and it will never change because of anything.

I love those light and graceful words, I love the blue sky and white clouds, I love all life in this world. However, I am about to give up this right to love and be loved, because I no longer have any hope.

Whoever you are, if you know anyone I have hurt, please apologize to them on my behalf. If you know anyone who has hurt me, please pass on my curse to them; I will never let them go.

It is easy to go from life to death, but difficult to go from death to life. To live towards death is what I desire; to die because of life is what I grieve for.

Chen Wenwen

I took a deep breath, and then noticed some hastily written small characters at the very bottom of the white paper:

"P.S.: If you want to know anything more, there's my diary between the radiator and the wall in the last row of classroom 407 in the main building. You'll understand what killed me there. There's also a cassette tape with the words of the person who cut off my last hope. I don't blame him; he was just the last straw on the camel's back. But I hate him, I hate him so much, because he didn't dare take responsibility, which led me to write what you're seeing."

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I looked up at the fruit fly, and her eyes revealed an unprecedented sorrow, as deep and cold as the icy waters of the Caucasus Mountains, capable of breaking one's heart involuntarily.

encounter

"There's no time to lose." I folded Chen Wenwen's suicide note and put it in my pocket. "We need to go to room 407 now and get Chen Wenwen's diary. That classroom is about to be completely sealed off, and if we don't go now, it will be too late. I want to expose the true colors of these scumbags to everyone. Xia Liu has already told me who the culprit is."

The fruit fly wasn't too surprised: "So it really was him?"

“Yes. Let’s go.” I didn’t want to say another word, grabbed the fruit fly, and ran out of the woods. Dusk was approaching, and the setting sun was like blood. The sun, about to fall, used its last bit of strength to scatter its light across the earth, as if trying its best to cleanse the ugliness and filth hidden in the darkness of this world.

However, that is impossible.

The main building was as deserted as ever. Fruit Fly and I crept up the stairs, glancing left and right to make sure no one was there before looking towards the door of room 407. Some wooden planks were scattered there, and a few nails sat on the windowsill in the corridor. It seemed the school was determined to completely abolish this eerie classroom. I took a deep breath, rushed to the door, and ripped off the seal—luckily, it wasn't locked underneath.

I pushed open the door and entered the room, which was still a scene of utter devastation. Ergui's lesson plans lay on the lifeless lectern, their covers covered in a thick layer of dust. Glistening shards of glass were scattered everywhere on the floor, and fruit flies cautiously followed behind me on tiptoe, occasionally nudging aside any small obstacles in my path. I strode across the broken tables and chairs and the shattered glass, my footsteps making a screeching, grating sound.

We finally arrived at our destination. Several tables were crammed together next to the radiators in the last row. I pulled them aside one by one and went forward to peek into the gap between the wall and the radiator. A small package was quietly squeezed there, seemingly a small bundle wrapped in newspaper, then wrapped in a plastic bag, and finally secured with several loops of fiber rope. Loosely placed on top of the small package was another small, tightly tied plastic bag; the contents looked rather small. Seeing my gesture, the fruit fly also came closer to examine it carefully: "It's here after all. It seems to be placed quite deep; how can we get it out?"

I moved my arm around a bit, then tried to squeeze my hand through the gap above. The gap was so narrow that my forearm was quickly stuck, my fingertips barely touching the upper plastic bag. I pushed my arm down with all my might until my bones ached terribly, then I swung my hand forcefully until the edge of the plastic bag finally fell between my index and middle fingers.

"This is all I could reach. The package below must be for the diary; it's definitely buried very deep. And even if we could get it out, the tightly bound fiber rope makes it impossible to open." I pulled my arm out with all my might, clutching the small plastic package tightly in my hand. My forearm had two scrapes, the peeling skin revealing tender pink dermis, with faint traces of blood seeping out. The fruit fly reached out and brushed the dust off me, looking at me anxiously: "What do we do now?"

I reached into my pocket with my other hand to retrieve my "Traveler" tape, but found nothing—I'd probably left it on my bedside table in the dorm. I didn't have time to think about it then, and simply ripped open the outer layer of the plastic bag. Inside the four layers of bags was a small, hard plastic box containing a cassette tape from an interview recorder, with a clean label still attached. Was this the evidence Chen Wenwen mentioned in her suicide note?

"Can you get your hands on the guy who plays these tapes?" Fruit Fly nodded quickly. "I have one, it's in my dorm." I considered for a moment, then quickly said, "Okay. Go back to your dorm and get your recording equipment, and while you're at it, go to my dorm and ask for my Swiss Army knife. I'll keep trying to get this diary bag. Once you get it, come here immediately. If you don't see me here, wait for me at our usual spot in the woods. Let's meet there."

The fruit fly nodded, and just as it was about to leave, it turned back and looked at me: "You..." "I'm fine, don't worry." I pulled her soft body into my arms and kissed her cherry lips. "Go on."

"I love you," the fruit fly murmured as she hugged me. Then she let go of me and rushed out of the classroom, her hurried footsteps quickly disappearing into the hallway.

I stood there for a moment, pondering those three simple words, then slapped my forehead and continued thinking about how to get the diary out. After thinking for a while, my eyes fell on a chair lying next to me: "That'll do."

No sooner said than done. I grabbed a chair and slammed it hard on the ground, the solid wood making my hand ache. I steadied myself and continued swinging my arm around, smashing it violently. After several repetitions, my hand was cracked from the impact, and just as I had hoped, one of the chair legs snapped with a crack. I lost my balance and almost fell to the ground.

"That makes things easier!" I picked up a chair leg and poked it into the gap, quickly feeling resistance. I put in more effort, pushing the stick deeper and deeper, the resistance increasing. I don't know how long it took, until the edge of the diary bundle emerged from under the radiator. I quickly dropped what I was holding, bent down, and pulled it out of the gap with all my might. The diary was wrapped very carefully, the fiber rope on it intricately twisted and knotted.

A sliver of light remained in the sky; night was about to reign supreme once more. I clutched the small bag in my hand, about to stand up, when I sensed something amiss behind me—there were other people in the room! I had been so engrossed that I hadn't noticed someone had silently entered the room.

I slowly turned around, and sure enough, the man was standing by the door. He was dressed in all black, and the dim light made it impossible for me to see his face clearly, but his voice still reignited my anger:

What are you looking for?

I slowly stood up, dusted myself off, straightened my disheveled clothes, and smiled calmly, "I'm looking for something related to Chen Wenwen, Mr. Li Zhengliang. And what brings you here?"

Hidden Story

Li Zhengliang seemed unprepared for my question, his expression subtly unnatural. "Me? I came to take back Teacher Wang Kui's things. After all, we were classmates, and his passing was a huge blow to me. So, I wanted to take back his belongings as a memento." As he spoke, he walked to the podium, picked up Wang Ergui's lesson plan, and dusted it off. "Speaking of which, what were you doing just now? What were you looking for... something related to Chen Wenwen? Why did you throw the chair?"

I stared at his constantly shifting eyes and couldn't help but sneer: "Do you see this package I'm holding? This is what I was talking about. It's very important to me; it contains evidence that could cause a sensation in a certain circle. Of course, this evidence might be closely related to you."

"What does this have to do with me? It's not a bomb, is it?" Li Zhengliang forced a stiff joke. He stepped over the debris and walked towards me step by step. I patted my pocket to make sure the cassette tape was still on me, then looked up and stared coldly at Li Zhengliang who was slowly approaching me: "Teacher Li, don't waste your time. Even if you can take it from me, you won't be able to take away any other evidence related to your actions—unless, of course, you can kill me, then that's a different story."

Li Zhengliang stopped not far from me. He looked up, seemingly surprised, and asked, "What are you talking about? Evidence?"

Before he finished speaking, my left foot swept across his side with a whoosh. Li Zhengliang clearly hadn't expected my sudden attack and took the full force of the blow. However, the lesson plan in his drooping right hand somewhat weakened my attack; the kick didn't immediately knock him down, but it did make him stagger. Having missed my target, I twisted my waist and turned, my right leg already flying up before my left foot landed, intending to completely incapacitate him. But man proposes, God disposes; Li Zhengliang, clutching his waist in pain, lowered his head at that moment, and my spinning back kick grazed just over his head.

I steadied myself and watched as the person before me shamefully knelt on the ground, breathing heavily. I looked at him calmly, as if looking at an animal about to be humanely euthanized: "Teacher Li, you must be wondering why I took action, right? Actually, I'm the one who should be surprised. Someone like you is one in a hundred, a once-in-a-century find. I really wonder why you didn't go and teach university Chinese, to carefully explain to us the meaning of 'hypocritical' and 'rotten inside'."

Li Zhengliang struggled to lift his head, his facial muscles twitching in pain: "You...why did you hit me...I don't understand what you're saying at all..."

“You’ll understand.” I looked at him disdainfully and held out the package in front of him. “Don’t tell me you never knew Chen Wenwen was pregnant. When she died, it was a double tragedy.”

"What...?" Li Zhengliang's face grew even paler; perhaps my kick had broken his ribs. "You... Chen Wenwen... died along with her unborn child? Why are you... telling me all this?"

I simply squatted down, getting close to his face, which was covered in cold sweat: "Perhaps I was too gentle just now. Should I explain it to you in more detail? Chen Wenwen and you always had a good relationship, even so close that you would visit her at her home during the Spring Festival, which is truly commendable. So, what should we infer about the two-month-old child in her womb when she died? Zheng Tuo is dead, and Xu Beijie is dead too; this can only be described as retribution. Although they both abused Chen Wenwen, according to the information I have, neither of them was the one who got her pregnant. You should know very well what you have done, so I think I don't need to say anything more. It's my regret that I only saw through your facade today."

Li Zhengliang's face twitched incessantly as I spoke. After a long pause, he finally managed to say with difficulty, as if suddenly realizing something, "I...you...you...you've misunderstood. This...this was completely an accident...you've misunderstood...Chen and I..."

"'Chen Wenwen and I have absolutely nothing going on.' Is that it?" I said sarcastically, standing up. "Coming to this dilapidated, haunted classroom at dusk, you must have something to hide. You can feign innocence, and you can explain your actions however you want, but you should know—the wronged will not let you go, and retribution will never be swift. Just like Zheng Tuo and Xu Beijie, you will not have a good ending!"

Li Zhengliang's breathing gradually calmed down. He knelt on the ground, his body trembling slightly, seemingly trying to compose himself. A tear slid down his cheek and dripped onto the dusty ground. I looked at him contemptuously, weighing the package in my hand: "It's a bit late to repent for past crimes now. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave. You can repent here on your own!"

"Wait! Wait." Li Zhengliang wiped away his tears with his sleeve and called out to me, "I understand what you mean. But I still have to tell you, you've completely misunderstood. I really didn't do anything. The reason I was so good to Chen Wenwen was for other reasons. I really didn't expect history to repeat itself so dramatically."

I had already reached the door, but after hearing his words, I turned back and looked at him with great interest: "Oh, Mr. Li, do you have anything else to say? With such obvious evidence, do you still want to turn the tables? I'd like to hear your explanation and see if it's a perfect one."

Li Zhengliang held up Wang Ergui's lesson plan in front of me: "The matter I'm about to discuss happened a long time ago. I've been avoiding it because it concerns both me and this person, and I can never make up for the loss of life. The reason I took care of Chen Wenwen is because she touched something deep within me and stirred up my memories..."

"It's still related to the two ghosts? Teacher Li, do you have some new tricks up your sleeve?" I interrupted Li Zhengliang's narration impatiently. "This kind of evasiveness isn't a solution. Even though the two ghosts didn't have a good ending, why are you dragging dead people down with you?"

"Shut up!" Li Zhengliang unexpectedly roared. He took a breath and gently shook his head: "You don't know, you don't know anything at all..."

I grabbed his collar: "I already know too much, so much that I have nightmares every night, and you still say I don't know—don't I know enough?"

"If you don't know, you just don't know!" Li Zhengliang was clearly angry too. He stared directly at my face, his eyes showing no fear. "Do you know this girl, Lü Zijing?"

story

My hand twitched suddenly: Why does that name sound so familiar—is she the girl who committed suicide before I enrolled? The same girl who jumped to her death from room 407? Thinking of this, I looked at Li Zhengliang in front of me with suspicion: "What does she have to do with this?"

“Why would I bring this up if it’s not a problem…” Li Zhengliang lowered his head wearily. “I really don’t want to recall these things. Back then, she, Wang Kui, and I were in the same class. I liked her a lot, but she and Wang Kui were in love and almost got married.”

I released my grip as if struck by lightning, the scene of Wang Ergui's dying moments flashing rapidly through my mind. My intuition told me I'd just done something foolish, and there must be a reason behind it that couldn't be reached through ordinary means. Without thinking, I squatted down in front of Li Zhengliang: "Go on. I'm listening."

Li Zhengliang raised his head slightly and smiled sadly: "Feelings are the same in every era; new faces laugh, old faces weep. I was really into Lü Zijing back then, almost to the point of madness. She knew my feelings, but she could never accept me. She only favored Wang Kui, perhaps because he came from a poor background and was so hardworking. At the time, she was a well-known talented woman in the department, with many suitors. I was just one of the losers. But unlike them, I still maintained a fairly good friendship with both of them. Although I couldn't be with Zijing, Wang Kui was generally a very good person. I thought, as long as she can be happy, I'll be content."

At this point, Li Zhengliang tilted his head back, his eyes glistening with tears: "Looking back now, I was such an idiot, incredibly stupid. It was during my senior year that things changed. The principal's daughter was also studying here, and Wang Kui, almost without warning, started dating her and announced they would get married soon after graduation. Everyone knew he was doing it for his future, to escape his previous poverty. Because I had always been close to Zijing and knew she and Wang Kui had secretly made a lifelong commitment, this blow left me somewhat bewildered. Lü Zijing, however, was surprisingly calm and didn't show much emotion. I even comforted her, telling her not to be too sad, and she replied: 'It's all my fate. I really didn't expect this to happen, but what can I do now?'"

"I was secretly pleased with her mental state, thinking she would be alright, but who knew it would all happen so quickly. That morning, I got up early as usual to go to the main building to study, and I saw her on the flower bed downstairs. Her death was so tragic... so tragic... I don't want to think about it. I only remember that I went crazy and wanted to kill Wang Kui, but luckily my classmates stopped me. He was so cruel, he didn't even attend Zijing's funeral... And I only found out much later that Zijing was pregnant with Wang Kui's child when she committed suicide... Just to spite Wang Kui, and to avenge the unjustly killed Zijing, I gave up many good opportunities and strongly applied to stay at school. I don't know why, maybe Zijing was protecting me, but I actually stayed. I secretly vowed that I would make Wang Kui taste that kind of desperate pain."

I listened silently to all of this, things I didn't understand. Li Zhengliang wiped away the tears streaming down his face and bit his hand hard. He choked back sobs for a moment before continuing, "Wang Kui's influence at school far exceeded mine. He constantly pressured me through various means, trying to force me to leave the school. I gritted my teeth and endured it, thinking only of making him pay for the sins he had committed. Later, I met Chen Wenwen. Her temperament and personality were so much like Lü Zijing's, almost like sisters. Because I could never forget the past, I always paid close attention to her. I knew a little about her relationship with Zheng Tuo, but I couldn't help her with her relationship with Xu Beijie—although she resembled Zijing, she ultimately had her own life, and as her teacher, I couldn't do much for her. Until the very end… until she also passed away. I've always regretted this: I couldn't save Zijing, why didn't I notice another omen, and let her die in pain as well?"

I wanted to say something, but I didn't know how, so I remained silent and listened to Li Zhengliang continue: "This semester I was in charge of scheduling, and I deliberately assigned Wang Kui to classroom 407 to put some psychological pressure on him. I knew he was afraid of this room, but because of the past, he would never come to me to change classrooms. Last time you asked me to change classrooms, I didn't actually do it—I wanted that guy to fully experience the fear caused by his sins in this room. I never expected that he would die unexpectedly in the last class. I didn't kill him, but he died because of me. I guess I've at least avenged Zijing a little."

"Wang Kui's death wasn't an accident." After listening to these events, I finally spoke in a somber tone. Li Zhengliang looked at me in surprise: "Could it be—could it be that you killed him?"

“No, I was barely able to protect myself at the time, how could I possibly kill him…” I recounted the events of that day to Li Zhengliang in detail. When I described how the two ghosts were inexplicably grabbed and thrown out of the classroom, Li Zhengliang’s eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. A spark of excitement flashed in his eyes, but then slowly dimmed: “I wouldn’t be surprised if anything happened in this classroom. Perhaps it was Zijing’s soul seeking revenge. For him, death is the beginning of pain… He truly deserved it…”

"Teacher Li? That sentence just now..." I asked in surprise. Li Zhengliang looked at me thoughtfully: "It's a sentence from Zijing's suicide note. She was very good at English. How come you heard it somewhere before?"

"No, no, it's just a coincidence," I said, lowering my head. Is history truly an endless cycle...? Although Li Zhengliang had already said a lot, I still dared not let my guard down: "Then, I heard that you visited Chen Wenwen's city during the Spring Festival. How do you explain that? I just want to know, just how close are you and Chen Wenwen?"

“I don’t even know where she lives, how am I supposed to get to her city? Maybe that person made a mistake… As for our relationship, what kind of relationship could we have? Just teacher and student. Although she looks a lot like Lü Zijing, Zijing in my heart is irreplaceable. I’m just trying my best to help her within the scope of what I can…” Seeing my skeptical expression, Li Zhengliang couldn’t help but sigh: “You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you all this. In fact, you’ve already decided in your heart that I’m the culprit who drove Chen Wenwen to suicide. Fortunately, you have this—this evidence. If I’m lying, it will naturally be verified in this evidence. Then I won’t even be able to deny it. Isn’t that great?”

After thinking it over for a while, I finally had to admit that what Li Zhengliang said made some sense. In that light, it seemed that I had been too reckless to kick him first. I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder: "Teacher Li, I am really sorry. I was so angry just now and acted impulsively. I hope you can forgive my rashness."

With my help, Li Zhengliang shakily stood up. He frowned, clutching his lower back, and forced a smile. "That kick of yours really went hard. But it's nothing, I understand how you feel. Back when I went to deal with Wang Kui, I was really prepared to die with him. Luckily, someone told me, 'A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years.' That calmed me down, and I waited until he got his... retribution. Speaking of which, when I came over, I saw Guo Yingying running out of the main building. Was she with you?"

“You guessed right… She went to get something, she should be back soon. Maybe she’s already upstairs… How’s your back? Is it alright?” I didn’t want to talk about the tape, nor did I want to explain my relationship with the fruit fly to him. My experiences over this period of time had made me naturally wary of everyone and everything.

Li Zhengliang looked at me meaningfully and smiled: "I'm fine. It's good to be young. I hope you and her can have a good relationship. A tragedy is a tragedy after all, it's best not to let it happen." He stretched his legs, slowly bent down to pick up Wang Ergui's lesson plan from the ground, and walked towards the classroom door: "Are you going to wait for her here, or do you want to do something? If the school finds out you broke in, the principal might be furious. If you need anything, you can come to me anytime. If Chen Wenwen's diary says I'm the murderer, you can come and take my life too."

"I..." Before I could say anything, I suddenly heard slow footsteps approaching from the direction of 407. Li Zhengliang froze, turned to look at me, and I shrugged to indicate that I didn't know who was coming.

The door to room 407 slowly opened, and a figure in a snow-white dress floated into the classroom. The pale-faced woman appeared before us, her expression utterly blank, as if she didn't even breathe as she walked in.

"Fruit fly! You're back..." I excitedly took a few steps forward, wanting to push aside Li Zhengliang, who stood like a statue in front of the door, and go to greet him. But suddenly, I couldn't take another step forward.

Because a hand gripping a short knife was lying across the fruit fly's pale neck, and the gleaming tip of the knife was now coldly exuding the aura of death.

clash

In the murky, gray air, the large glasses on the man's face appeared incredibly deep and mysterious. His right hand held the blade of his military knife against Fruit Fly's throat, his left hand gripping her shoulder, using his elbows and knees to force her forward step by step. Fruit Fly was on the verge of tears, her eyes trembling uncontrollably: "K... I'm sorry... I told him everything... I thought he was trustworthy... He said he would help us... but..."

I could hardly believe my eyes, yet I had to convince myself: the man who had been silent for years, the man who only knew how to read and study, the man who was always considered weak and helpless, was now threatening the lives of fruit flies—and he was very likely the culprit we had been searching for for months. His fingers were long and strong, with thin veins bulging on the back of his withered hands, and his knuckles were sharply defined, exuding a strong murderous intent.

I swallowed hard, trying to break the awkward silence: "Xia Liu, you're not kidding, are you?"

“No.” Blind Liu raised his head, his eyes still hidden behind those bottle-bottom glasses, making it impossible for me to see what was in his gaze. His voice was as steady as ever, without any emotional fluctuation, and as crisp and clear as ever, without any nonsense, as if he were preparing to play a three of hearts, rather than ending someone’s life.

Li Zhengliang, standing to the side, looked at me with suspicion, clearly unaware of Blind Liu's identity. I tried my best to suppress my unease and gave him a dry laugh: "It's nothing, I know him. There must be some misunderstanding..."

“There’s no misunderstanding,” Blind Liu interrupted me. He revealed his face from behind the fruit fly, but his hands remained still. “Give me Chen Wenwen’s diary and that cassette tape.”

I know him, and I know that nothing I say will make a difference, so I immediately reached out and pulled out the cassette tape, holding it up to my face with both hands: "This is the diary, this is the cassette tape..."

"The diary seems real, but how can you prove the tape is real?"

"The diary is real, but why don't you believe the tape is real?"

The scene froze. I desperately compressed my lungs, then expanded them, inhaling every last bit of oxygen into my bloodstream. The heavy breathing made me aware of my own existence. But Blind Liu remained coldly staring at me, unmoved. I suddenly felt utterly ridiculous: this person had been right beside me all along, and I had been completely oblivious, not even noticing a single warning sign. Was there any bigger fool than me?

I took another deep breath and finally spoke: "Blind Liu, I swear on my honor, this cassette tape is real. I didn't have a chance to switch this prop; it's the one I just took out. I'm just wondering why you did this? Are you convinced that you're the protagonist of this cassette tape?"

In that instant, Blind Liu's sharp gaze pierced his glasses, colliding head-on with mine in mid-air. It was a gaze brimming with resentment and hatred, a gaze on the verge of madness, a gaze born of near collapse. I shuddered and shifted my gaze to his hands. His hands remained steady.

Another long silence followed. Tears streamed down Fruit Fly's cheeks, dripping onto her snow-white dress. Suddenly, Blind Liu gripped her tighter, then gave a cold laugh: "Don't even think about it. I won't tell you. All you have to do is give me that tape. Whatever's on it, I have to have it. That's what I want to do. You'd better hurry. I don't have much strength, and your knife is very sharp. I don't know when her throat will rupture."

My brain was racing, trying to figure out a way out of this situation. All the plots from those old police dramas had vanished; all I knew was that my head was pounding like a burst dam. Every single one of my brain cells was burning intensely, giving me a splitting headache.

After a fierce struggle, I chose to give in: I couldn't let the fruit flies' vibrant lives also disappear in this demonic classroom 407. "How can I give it to you?" I asked Blind Liu, waving the cassette tape in my hand.

Blind Liu hesitated for a moment, then reached his left hand out from under Fruit Fly's armpit and extended it to me: "Put it in my hand. I'll bring the diary later."

I cautiously took a small step forward. Li Zhengliang nudged me gently beside me: "Are you really going to give it to him?" "Do you want to watch another innocent girl die in this classroom?" I answered without thinking. He shivered and fell silent.

"Hurry up," Blind Liu urged impatiently. I slowly extended my right hand to him; his fingers were trembling slightly as he awaited the evidence. The fruit fly thrashed about, crying incoherently, "Ah K...no...don't give it to me...don't..." "Don't move!" Blind Liu's right arm tightened its grip on the fruit fly's shoulder, and the tip of the knife in his hand lifted slightly, moving away from the fruit fly's throat.

This was the moment I'd been waiting for. Using my left foot as a pivot, I twisted my body forward, swaying my waist and shoulders. My left arm shot out with lightning speed, my fingers instantly touching the cold blade. A sharp, piercing pain shot through my brain. I gritted my teeth, gripping the knife tightly and pushing it away. My right hand grabbed Fruit Fly's shoulder, pulling her towards me. After a moment of stunned silence, Blind Liu quickly realized my intention, pulling back his left hand to try and grab Fruit Fly—but it was too late. My right hand was already around Fruit Fly's waist, and my left foot flew towards Blind Liu.

My kick missed its mark. Blind Liu reacted much faster than I expected. Realizing the situation was hopeless, he released the knife, quickly retreated, and then leaped out of the classroom. I didn't have time to think. I released the limp fruit fly and shouted to Li Zhengliang, "Take care of her for me!" Then I followed Blind Liu and rushed out.