Aula 407

Capítulo 24

"It has no name, and you can't see what it looks like."

Upon hearing this, a strange feeling flashed through Ziyuan's mind.

At that moment, the line went dead.

Ziyuan had no choice but to call back again, but no one answered. Ziyuan was very worried, afraid that something might have happened to her, so she thought of her parents.

Ziyuan called Wang Yujing's home in Beijing and told her father about her situation.

Wang Yujing left home a few days ago without telling anyone, coming directly from Beijing to this school without even taking much luggage. After learning about this from Wang Yujing's father, Ziyuan became even more worried.

Two days later, in the evening, a person claiming to be from the Public Security Bureau called.

Wang Yujing is dead; she jumped from the fifteenth floor.

The news exploded in Ziyuan's mind like a bomb.

When Ziyuan arrived at the hospital morgue, Wang Yujing had already become a corpse covered with a white sheet.

As Ziyuan tried her best to control her emotions, several people dressed as police officers came up to her.

A rather overweight police officer asked her curtly, "What's your name? What's your relationship with the deceased?"

"My name is Ziyuan, and Xiaojing is my patient... and also my friend."

...

When Ziyuan returned to her dormitory exhausted, it was already 10 p.m. She simply gave a few perfunctory answers to the police's questions.

What exactly happened to Wang Yujing these past few days that made her want to take her own life? Ziyuan kept thinking about this question, which kept her awake all night.

The next day, Wang Yujing's younger brother rushed over from home and talked to Ziyuan for a while. Both of them were very sad. Then, Ziyuan went with him to the police station. Wang Yujing's case was treated as a general suicide case. Soon, Ziyuan and the others were able to claim her belongings, which included clothes, some photos, pictures of her with family and friends, and a diary.

Ziyuan suddenly had an impulse to keep Wang Yujing's diary so she could find out what had happened, and Wang Yujing's younger brother agreed.

Back in her dorm that evening, Ziyuan was exhausted, but she still mustered her energy to pick up Wang Yujing's diary and study it.

As soon as you open the diary, all the answers will appear.

Shion opened the diary. The diary opened silently, and Shion read it carefully.

January 1st, 2003, sunny. I saw Manager Wang on my way to work this morning. He always had a bright smile, making everyone feel incredibly friendly, but we all knew...

The diary started in 2003, beginning with trivial matters, and continued until March when Ziyuan found what she was looking for.

March 7, 2003, cloudy... As I walked home from work, a strange feeling suddenly washed over me, spreading from my brain throughout my body. It appeared, though I had never seen it before, yet it had reappeared, somewhere in the world, and one day it would find me...

After writing this far in her diary, she encountered a series of trivial matters. Ziyuan eagerly flipped through a few pages and found some similar entries.

April 8, 2003, sunny... As I expected, it appeared right near me. I felt like I had seen it in a crowd before, and it seemed like it had appeared in my memory before. Or perhaps I had never seen it at all, not even in my dreams, because in my perception, it had no form, no body, and therefore no name. It was not human at all.

Upon reading this, Ziyuan closed the diary, closed her eyes, and lay on the bed to think it over.

"It doesn't look like anything?" Ziyuan muttered to herself.

A feeling was floating around.

"No body?" Shion continued.

The feeling is fluctuating again.

"No name?"

Suddenly, a strange feeling welled up inside Ziyuan, like a liquid, spreading throughout her body and then into the surroundings—the house itself, a peculiar sensation.

Ziyuan sat up abruptly from the bed, looked around, and seeing nothing amiss, lay back down.

Is there really nothing wrong with it?

Is there really nothing wrong with it?

Ziyuan sat up again.

"I need to be rational, I can't be paranoid, and I shouldn't let Xiaojing influence me," Ziyuan told herself. But Xiaojing was already dead, and saying this made Ziyuan feel a little scared.

It would be best not to think about it at all and to deal with it tomorrow. Having made up her mind, Ziyuan stood up, poured herself a glass of water, and planned to drink it before going to sleep.

Then, that feeling returned, as if to say—someone is spying on me.

For some reason, Ziyuan looked out the window.

There was no one outside, just endless darkness, and even the streetlights were broken.

Ziyuan stayed for a while, then gulped down a glass of water, turned off the light, and jumped into bed to sleep.

Ziyuan didn't fall asleep immediately, even though she had been very tired these past few days. She just lay in bed with her eyes open when she saw what looked like a shadowy figure at the window. Ziyuan told herself it was a hallucination, but she still started to feel scared.

"Facing it," Ziyuan suddenly got out of bed and turned on the light.

The person at the window has disappeared.

Ziyuan let out a long breath, stood there for a long time, then turned off the light and lay back down on the bed. When she looked out the window again, the shadows reappeared.

Ziyuan understood; it was the shadow of the tree cast by the moonlight, which would disappear when the light was turned on.

Finally feeling relieved, Ziyuan lay down on the bed for the second time and saw the tree shadows on the window, swaying in strange shapes. Ziyuan's heart began to tremble again.

(Four)

The next day, Ziyuan didn't get up until after 10 a.m., which was understandable, as she hadn't fallen asleep until after 3 a.m. the night before.

As soon as Ziyuan got up, she washed up, ate something at the canteen, and returned to her dormitory, where she started reading Wang Yujing's diary again.

April 18, 2004, cloudy... I think I heard its voice. Although it doesn't have a mouth, I still heard it. It was whispering in my ear. Sometimes it would call my name outside the window. It followed me like a shadow. I was about to break down.

April 27, 2004, sunny. I woke up in bed in the morning and as I turned over, I bumped into it. It was right next to me, but I didn't see anything. It was all my senses, and I even felt that it was smiling at me.

April 30, 2004, sunny. I was going to find Sister Ziyuan; only she could help me get rid of it. I boarded the train, and when I looked out the window, I seemed to vaguely see it waving at me. This might be my hallucination, because in my perception, it didn't have hands.

On May 1, 2004, it was sunny. Sister Ziyuan told me that it was my hallucination, but she had actually seen it too. She was lying to me. I no longer believed her. I knew that it existed, right here in this world, near me, and getting closer and closer to me.

May 4, 2004, sunny. The feeling was getting clearer and clearer. I knew it was about to appear. I called Sister Ziyuan and told her how I felt, but she still didn't believe me.

On May 8, 2004, a cloudy day, it appeared right in front of me. It had no body, no shape, and I couldn't even name it. Even calling it a monster wouldn't be accurate. I realized that Sister Ziyuan was right; it was just my hallucination. It didn't exist at all, even though I had seen it.

May 8th was the anniversary of Wang Yujing's death. The diary ended there, and Ziyuan felt a chill run down her spine.

The contents of the diary were somewhat illogical and even incoherent. Ziyuan carefully analyzed Wang Yujing's psychological state at the time.

She may have been lost, caught between illusion and reality. Later, she seemed to have come to believe that it was an illusion, but why did she still commit suicide?

If it really exists, then who is it, or rather, what is it?

Ziyuan's train of thought was suddenly interrupted. She stood up, opened the door, and said, "Who's looking for me..."

There was no one outside the door.

Is someone knocking on the door?

Ziyuan then realized that she hadn't heard a knock, so why had she opened the door? Could it be that, like Wang Yujing, she sensed something coming to the door?

Thoughts are like countless threads tangled together; perhaps it lies at the other end of one of the threads. It has no shape, no body, and no name.

Ziyuan became more and more frightened the more she thought about it.

What is something that has no form, no body, and no name? Shion didn't want to think about it anymore...

It was raining heavily outside the window. Ziyuan woke up at this moment. She had fallen asleep without realizing it and seemed to have had a dream, but she couldn't remember it at all. All she could remember was terror.

Ziyuan drank a glass of water, walked to the window, and looked at the rainy scene outside. She seemed to see something—it was right there in the heavy rain. Ziyuan looked carefully out the window, but she couldn't see anything through the rain curtain. However, she was certain that it was outside, watching her.

Is he just scaring himself, or is there really something there?

At this moment, Ziyuan felt something unknown was slowly seeping into her mind, growing larger and larger, and it would eventually erupt, or perhaps even jump out of her mind.

It has no shape...

No body...

No name.

Chapter Fourteen: This is the Beginning

Zhang Bei sat in a chair reading a book. No one had come to visit for several days, and he was quite relaxed at this time.

"Mr. Zhang, this young lady says she's your classmate from university and she's here to see you." The secretary led in a woman with a gloomy face.

Zhang Bei closed the book, looked up, and saw the person behind the secretary. Several years had passed, and she hadn't changed much; long black hair, and her pupils seemed darker than most, but the smile she once wore was gone, replaced by a look of deep worry.

Zhang Bei, nicknamed "Ziyuan," was overjoyed, exclaiming, "We haven't seen each other in so long!"

Ziyuan just forced a smile and sat down on the sofa set up for mental patients.

After dismissing her secretary, Zhang Bei sat back down in her chair and carefully observed Zi Yuan's expression, discerning her inner unease.

"Do I look like a patient?" Ziyuan asked Zhang Bei, her expression serious.

"That's not important. What's important is that you came to see me because you have something to tell me, right?"

Ziyuan took a breath. "I learned from several of my college classmates that you opened a psychological clinic here..."

As Zhang Bei listened, she stood up and poured a glass of water for Zi Yuan.

"Thank you." Ziyuan took the water glass with both hands and continued, "I don't have many friends here, and you're the only one who can help me now."

"What exactly happened?"

“A few days ago, a former patient came to me, saying she had some strange feelings. When I tried to help her, she committed suicide…”

"I don't quite understand." Zhang Bei looked at Zi Yuan blankly. "Please explain it more clearly."

Only then did Ziyuan calmly take a sip of water and recount the events of the past few days.

The events of the past few days were actually quite simple: a former female patient came to see her. The patient's mental illness had relapsed, and she had a strange feeling that made her neurotic and paranoid. Ultimately, the patient committed suicide, and she herself was also experiencing strange feelings. Ziyuan described this simple matter in a complicated and eerie way. Zhang Bei waited silently for her to finish, convinced that Ziyuan might be suffering from delusions.

After Ziyuan finished explaining everything, she said to Zhang Bei, "Do you believe me? You must think I have delusions."

“From a professional perspective, yes, you may have paranoia.” Zhang Bei knew that Zi Yuan, as a psychiatrist, was much more sensitive than the average patient, so she got straight to the point: “How about I prescribe some medication for you? It might help a little.”

Ziyuan waved her hand, "I don't want to rely on drugs. Besides, I feel like all of this is real, not like my hallucination."

“Ziyuan, you can’t have this kind of thinking. You’re a psychologist too.”

"I'm sorry, that feeling was too real, I..." Ziyuan said, clutching her head in anguish.

Zhang Bei stood up, walked over, and knelt down beside her, comforting her. After a while, Zi Yuan calmed down and said to Zhang Bei, "I'm sorry, Xiao Jing's death probably triggered me and caused me to hallucinate. I feel better now."

Zhang Bei asked worriedly, "Are you alright?"