Juego de asesinatos de la Ivy League

Capítulo 1

Eye

In the later stages of the Cultural Revolution, the various departments of the Teachers' College gradually resumed normal operations. The housing allocation team assigned room 203, which had been vacant for several years, to a young man surnamed Deng.

The teacher, Ms. Deng, was quite old and in a hurry to get married, so she didn't care that someone had died in the house. The wedding went smoothly. That night...

That evening, after the friends who had been making a ruckus in the newlyweds' room had left, the couple undressed and went to bed. Just as they were about to begin their shy intimacy, they heard several strange laughs. The laughter was clear and bright, as if...

The tone was tinged with sadness, making it difficult to discern whether it was laughter or tears at first listen. At first, Teacher Deng thought her friends were joking with her, and didn't...

They understood. But the laughter continued, sometimes interspersed with a woman's sobs. Combined with the swaying locust tree branches outside the window, the quiet night...

It looked strangely terrifying.

Teacher Deng finally realized that the house was truly haunted. So, he moved out of room 203 that very night. However, the terrifying tragedy didn't end with his departure.

And so it ended. Ten months later, Teacher Deng's newlywed wife suffered a difficult childbirth and died on the way to the hospital. When the doctors opened the pregnant woman's abdomen at the hospital, they found...

A monstrous fetus that had been dead for a long time. The fetus had no eyes, and above its nose was a large, soft forehead. A curious doctor gently cut it open with a scalpel.

Upon examining the stillborn infant's deformed forehead, it was discovered that the infant's skull contained not a brain, but hundreds of densely packed eyes.

News of the freak quickly spread. Teacher Deng, still grieving the loss of his wife, was also transferred soon after.

After a series of strange and mysterious events, no one dared to move into room 203 anymore. The apartment remained vacant until the calendar turned to 1987.

The late 1980s was a period of nationwide housing shortage. Many young teachers and staff at teachers' colleges were unable to secure housing or get married due to the lack of allocated housing.

Or several generations of a family are forced to squeeze into a makeshift shack of only ten square meters. The college leaders in charge of housing allocation are in a state of panic, and in desperation, they remember this empty apartment at No. 85 Nanping.

Room 203, where they'd been for over ten years, was assigned this time to a newly transferred graduate student. The graduate student was very excited to be assigned a one-bedroom, two-living-room apartment so soon after joining the unit.

He was determined to repaint the house with the earnestness of someone dedicated to scientific research. During the painting process, the graduate student made a strange discovery: the freshly painted, snow-white walls...

For some reason, bloodstains would always appear on the wall. After he smeared the bloodstains white, new bloodstains would appear there, as if someone was deliberately playing a joke on him.

Just then, his graduate student brother and sister-in-law came to visit him with their nearly three-year-old nephew. As soon as the little nephew entered room 203, he pointed to the area under the north window and burst into tears of terror.

They got up, as if they had seen something terrifying. When the graduate student and his brother went to look, they only saw a snow-white wall, and the rustling sound outside the window continued.

The locust tree was nothing strange. The graduate student's sister-in-law was a somewhat superstitious woman from the mountains. She had heard from older generations that children under four years old could see...

She could see things that even adults couldn't see, things that are invisible to the naked eye. So, upon seeing a child cry from fright, she immediately understood...

There must be something unclean in this long-vacant apartment 203, and Bai is sitting right under the north window. Finally, after her sister-in-law's strong persuasion...

The graduate student eventually gave up the apartment. Not long after, with the help of a friend, he resigned from his job at the teachers' college and headed south to Shenzhen.

Room 203 remained empty.

In the hustle and bustle of life, the fierce and the eerie tend to fade from people's attention. No one can remain vigilant in the empty room 203 forever. Around...

Residents came and went, and nothing strange ever happened in any of their homes. For the people at the teachers' college, such things only occurred during casual conversations or when they were trying to frighten children.

Some people brought up the story of Room 203, but the content gradually ignored the truth in its exaggeration and fabrication.

Lu Xun said: Time always flows by, but the streets remain peaceful.

Friday, April 5, 2002. Qingming Festival.

Wang Juan finished her work early. While others in the office were still busy, she was already there, one hand gently stroking her teacup, the other holding the mouse.

Wandering freely online. Soothing Scottish music plays from my MP3 player. The bagpipes, with their melodious and poignant tune, carry a sense of sadness. (After reading Nai Gang's post...)

Wang Juan rubbed her eyes and started packing her things, reading "Spiritual Strength." It was almost time to leave work, and for a 22-year-old girl like her, every Friday was...

Leaving get off work means a crazy, romantic weekend is about to begin. As for any talk of "spiritual strength" or anything like that, she's more concerned about who she'll be meeting tonight.

Yes. Wang Juan wasn't conventionally beautiful, but the delicate charm unique to young girls always made her irresistibly attractive and radiant. She understood that she was at the peak of a woman's beauty.

At her age, she always maintained a healthy smile and shyly awaited love. She herself didn't know what her ideal prince charming would be like.

For men, the most important thing is feeling. If love comes, she'll give it her all, no matter who the other person is. Of course, it's best if they're also handsome and cool, like...

Andy Lau and Nicholas Tse.

Just then, a profile picture on her QQ started flashing. It was a one-eyed pirate named "Silent Falling Flowers." Silent Falling Flowers said, "Hi, pretty girl,"

"Hello." The first thing this person said was praising her own beauty; she really had a sweet tongue. Wang Juan couldn't remember when she had added "Silent Falling Flowers" as a friend. Her friend list usually...

She only had the numbers of her close friends; this number appeared silently, as if it had just popped up on its own. Clicking on the details, it said: This guy is lazy.

Only one eye was visible. What kind of information is this? Wang Juan pouted. The avatar of "Silent Falling Flowers" flashed: "Your short hair looks really good." Wang Juan couldn't help but touch it.

Her neat and stylish short hair. Strange, how did he know? The silent reply from Hua Luo was even stranger: "I know you, but you don't know me." Wang Juan typed.

Pan: "Who are you? Where are you? How do you know me?" After waiting for a long time, Hua Luo Wusheng only sent a few words: "I'm right behind you." After reading these words...

Upon seeing the words, Wang Juan felt a chill run down her spine. She quickly turned around, but there was no one behind her. In the distance, employees from several companies were talking quietly.

Everything is calm and normal.

The petals fall silently, yet dance: "No need to look back, you can't see me."

Wang Juan was angry. Who was playing this prank? She thought for a moment, and a name came to mind. Could it be him? A new guy in the finance office...

A student? Lately, Wang Juan has been feeling that the college student has a crush on her, and has tried to get closer to her several times, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally. Hmph, those educated people always love playing these games.

Such a cunning schemer. Just as I was thinking this, the silent falling petals started beating again: "Shall we meet?" Asking to meet someone after only a few words—does anyone online act like this? (Ten)

Nine times out of ten, it's someone from my workplace stirring things up, or maybe that college student is trying to get me to meet up. Fine, let's meet then, who's afraid of who? I'll expose your little tricks. Wang Juan only...

He typed two words: "Agreed".

Two hours later, the last rays of the setting sun gradually faded, and the city night was shrouded in the ambiguous glow of neon lights. Wang Juan, dressed in a black business suit,

Carrying a small white bag, she gracefully arrived at the pre-arranged meeting place—the plaza garden. Under a huge locust tree, a pale-faced man waved to her.

He said, "Hello, I'm Hua Luo Wusheng." He wasn't Wang Juan's colleague, nor was he the college student she thought he was. In fact, she had never seen this man before.

He was a handsome man in his early twenties, with shockingly pale skin and a strong, defined jawline. He said, "You're beautiful." Then he smiled, revealing two rows of...

White teeth.

Wang Juan smiled too, a gentle and charming smile. She knew this smile was the most beautiful on her. She said, "You're even more handsome than I imagined."

“Is that so?” Wang Juan nodded.

Perhaps, such handsome men are rare. His demeanor was not only cool but also cold. It also gave you an indescribable feeling, perhaps a hint of murderous intent, Wang Juan thought. Evening

The wind rustled the locust tree leaves softly. She suddenly felt a little confused. Wang Juan was very familiar with this square, as she often came here with her friends.

She strolled around, enjoying the cool air. But how come she hadn't noticed such a huge locust tree here before? Looking around, she saw people coming and going. This wasn't a place for...

"Let's find a place to sit," she suggested.

Three Blue Bar.

Blue lights, blue alcohol, and blue music. Wang Juan and Hua Luo sat facing each other, chatting casually. Like many ordinary online friends meeting.

Similarly, they only talked about the internet and their views on life, but avoided discussing their own lives as much as possible. He was talkative and witty, and his humor often amused Wang Juan.

She couldn't help but chuckle. Chatting with a man like this was undoubtedly a pleasant experience. Wang Juan gradually found the man in front of her rather endearing. She even began to fantasize about...

What kind of envious looks would those self-important girls in the company have when a handsome man picks her up from work one day?

Perhaps this man before her was her destined prince charming. Who knows? When fate brings two souls together, nothing can stop it. She introduced herself: "My name is..."

"Wang Juan. And you?" He smiled again, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "My name is Zheng Hao." Exchanging names is the most important thing netizens do before engaging in close contact.

Actions. Wang Juan was very willing to get to know him, or rather, she needed to get to know him. Because of the genuine feeling, because of the romantic atmosphere, she was almost captivated.

"Zheng Hao, Zheng Hao..." she whispered the name a few times.

The ensuing conversation, though casual, already carried a hint of intimacy. They began to talk about their lives, the joys of their work, and their families. Zheng

Hao said, "My parents have been gone for a long time. Sometimes I feel I should do something for my father, to give him back some of what he lost." Wang Juan suddenly asked:

"How old are you?" She was a little worried that she was older than Zheng Hao. Men always seemed to prefer girls younger than themselves. Zheng Hao glanced at her and said, "I'm 43."

He was born, and he's almost sixty this year. Although the joke was a bit absurd, Wang Juan still laughed heartily at the young man in his early twenties.

"How could a child be born before the Liberation?" she laughed, "If that's the case, then I was born during the Qianlong era of the Qing Dynasty. You'd have to call me 'older sister' then." Zheng Hao laughed too.

He smiled, picked up the cup on the table, and then put it down again. Wang Juan noticed that Zheng Hao hadn't drunk anything all evening.

The music at Sanlan Bar is melodious and lingering.

When Wang Juan talked about her home renovation, Zheng Hao said he also had a house nearby, and he had recently hired a friend to renovate it, which turned out very well. He then asked Wang Juan if she liked it.

She was willing to go and see. Wang Juan glanced at her phone; it was already past eleven. Going to a boy's house at this hour would surely lead to something.

Perhaps Zheng Hao will play some melodious yet sorrowful music, perhaps he'll even buy himself a drink, perhaps they'll kiss after drinking, perhaps after the kiss...

She felt that as a girl, she shouldn't be thinking about the future. What was there to be afraid of? She had already had three boyfriends; she had not only experienced many things but also...

She was familiar with him and believed she could handle anything that happened. Besides, the man before her was so...charming. Seeing Wang Juan readily agree, Zheng Hao took out...

He pulled out his thick wallet to pay the bill.

In the taxi, Wang Juan accidentally touched Zheng Hao's hand. His hand was icy cold and stiff, like a piece of frozen meat that had been left in a refrigerator. She looked down and noticed...

There is a brown spot the size of a fingernail on the back of my hand.

“What is this?” she asked.

"Oh, these are livor mortis."

"Ugh, how annoying!" Wang Juan lightly punched him, saying in a coquettish tone, "Stop scaring me." The taxi stopped under the big locust tree in front of No. 85 Nanping. After getting out of the car...

Hand in hand, they walked up the long, dark staircase and into the eerie apartment 203...

Xiao Cui, the cashier at Sanlan Bar, is usually a shrewd girl who rarely makes mistakes. However, when she went to settle accounts after get off work in the early hours of the morning, she was surprised to find that in today's accounts...

However, there was a piece of paper money burned for the dead.

The strange things didn't end there.

Early in the morning, people exercising were horrified to discover a woman's body hanging from a large locust tree in front of No. 85 Nanping. The Municipal Criminal Investigation Brigade received a report from the Nanping Police Station...

After the report was filed, officers were immediately dispatched to the scene. Li Min had just crawled out of her warm bed when she received a call from the criminal investigation team asking her to go to the crime scene. She was just a young woman from last year...

The young woman, fresh out of police academy, hadn't been in the line of work long, but she understood the importance of arriving at the scene quickly. She even brushed her teeth, washed her face, and applied skincare cream...

Without even wiping her face, she rushed off to No. 85 Nanping.

Before even getting off the bus, a large crowd could be seen gathered under the big locust tree in the distance. People were talking animatedly. Several officers from the Nanping Police Station were on the scene maintaining order.