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---Magpie Bridge Fairy

Reply [9]: After finally dragging their feet to the infirmary, the student suddenly sprang to life like a ball that had been held down for a long time.

He leaped up, "Seven Star Child..." His words were cut short by a glass of water that Leng Xin forcibly shoved into his mouth. The three of them...

I can't stand how agitated he is.

"Alright, now can you tell us what happened?" Jiang Shichao was almost bursting with curiosity.

The student finally calmed down after gulping down a glass of water. Once calmer, he was led astray by the "Seven Star Child."

The initial excitement had subsided, and his face once again showed that look of fear and helplessness: "Dr. Leng, those two people..."

Does this have anything to do with me?

"I don't know," Leng Xin said simply.

“But their deaths were so strange, could they have happened like mine? Maybe…” the student said.

Leng Xin poured him another glass of water.

Lin Ding, unable to contain himself any longer, grabbed Leng Xin by the collar: "Didn't you hear Shi Chao asking you a question? What are you doing?"

"Don't treat us like idiots, okay?"

Leng Xin suddenly laughed: "Sorry, actually I was testing your patience, hehe." Lin Ding almost...

He fainted. Jiang Shichao's face also looked terrible. Leng Xin realized the joke had gone too far and quickly said, "Don't be angry, it's just a professional joke."

It's an illness ("You're not a psychologist, what occupational hazard are you talking about?" Lin Ding and Jiang Shichao's inner monologues). Actually, it really needs to be...

You'll only know what happened if he tells you himself.

"Let me introduce you," Leng Xin finally got to the point, "This is Duan Yun from the Archaeology Department, and this is..."

Lin Ding from the Philosophy Department. He didn't introduce Jiang Shichao, which clearly meant the other person already knew him without needing an introduction.

Duan Yun hesitated greatly, rubbing his hands together on his knees. "Can I really tell him?" Lin Ding and

He was meeting Jiang Shichao for the first time, but he used the singular pronoun, which was simply incoherent.

"You don't even trust the Seven Star Child?" Leng Xin said.

“I trust you, I trust you,” he nodded hastily, then looked timidly at Lin Ding, “but this…”

…The implication was that he didn't trust him, but the rest of his sentence was cut off by Lin Ding's unusually fierce gaze. He begged…

Yuan Di looked at Leng Xin, who coughed and turned his gaze to the ceiling. He sat alone among the three people.

He appeared unusually lonely. Jiang Shichao, however, felt a pang of pity (perhaps because the other person had always valued him), and took a picture.

Patting him on the shoulder: "You should know that Dr. Leng trusts us a lot." ("I didn't say that." Leng Xin's inner monologue)

Even if you don't want to tell us, he will; Lin Ding is my good friend, I won't hide anything from him.

"If you need my help, you have to trust him."

Duan Yun stood up and began pacing around the room, as if struggling with an internal struggle. After two minutes, Jiang Shi...

Chao and Lin Ding said goodbye to Leng Xin, who said, "Wait, I'm leaving too. This matter has nothing to do with me."

Leng Xin was an important pillar of Duan Yun's life. Seeing that he was about to leave, Duan Yun immediately softened and came up to him, pulling him along: "Dr. Leng..."

"Don't go." He grabbed Lin Ding again, "Please don't go either. It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that this matter is very..."

He's hard to trust. If you don't believe me, ask Dr. Leng; he knows everything.

Everyone looked at Leng Xin, who shrugged and said, "He's right. I always thought he was mentally ill."

"It wasn't until what happened yesterday, and after hearing about what happened to you, that I started to believe him a little."

"So you never believed me all this time!" Duan Yun cried out, feeling wronged.

"This isn't my fault, it's just that what you said was hard to accept. But what these two said was also quite absurd, you..."

"We're the same kind of people, we should have something in common, right?" Leng Xin said.

Duan Yun immediately put on a look of surprise: "You guys are dead too?"

"What?!" Lin Ding and Jiang Shichao's mouths gaped open, almost bursting out of their heads. "We're dead? Nonsense!"

Only then did they fully understand the meaning behind Duan Yun's words. They all took a few steps back, their faces filled with surprise and uncertainty. "You mean, you are..."

"A dead man? You must be joking!" They looked at Leng Xin for confirmation. Leng Xin looked up at the ceiling.

“I am dead, but Dr. Leng says I am alive!” Duan Yun said.

"Alright, we won't be able to explain this even if we talk until dawn," Leng Xin finally spoke up. "Tell me what you said to me that day..."

Let's repeat it from beginning to end.

The following is Duan Yun's "confession".

That happened on October 14th.

We didn't have class that morning, so I slept until 10 o'clock. When I got up, everyone in the dorm was already...

It's already out.

My dorm room is on the 7th floor, and my bed is the top bunk by the window. My habit is to look in the mirror as soon as I wake up every day. Normally...

The mirror was always under my pillow, but that day it was hanging on a small nail by the window frame. That was the night I slept in the lower bunk.

I took it to take a picture and forgot to return it, so I just hung it up on the spot.

I was sleeping soundly, the sun shining comfortably through the window. I glanced at the mirror and saw...

I reached for it with my eyes closed. You know, when you first wake up, your body is always a bit unresponsive; I tried to find it for ages but couldn't.

I was in a bit of a hurry, so I leaned out a little—which was obviously a little dangerous, but I'd done it many times before without incident.

It turns out that this method makes it easier to get the mirror. I got the mirror and wanted to lie back in bed to look at myself, but then…

The blanket wrapped around me had drooped down considerably from my movements, and several thick books were still wrapped inside.

The book—I read it before bed. I tried to pull myself out, but the blanket slipped even further down; at that moment, my center of gravity...

Before I even got back to bed, the weight of the blanket and the book pulled me down!

We usually sleep with the windows closed, but that day, because they got up before me, they opened the windows first.

I fell without any resistance, flew through the air for an unknown amount of time, and suddenly heard a muffled "thud," and then...

I crashed heavily to the ground. I immediately screamed in agony; my back felt like it was broken, and the world seemed to be spinning.

I felt nauseous and wanted to cry; for a moment, I didn't quite understand what was happening. There were a few people walking around at the time, and they...

They glanced over, then went back to what they were doing. I shouted for help, but no one paid any attention. I shouted twice...

Then I vomited blood. I frantically wiped the blood from my mouth, but I couldn't get it clean. Finally, I realized I had been...

I was vomiting blood uncontrollably; the blood was bright red and frothy. Strangely, I was unusually lucid; I could even…

I felt my back gradually being soaked by the blood that was flowing out. The blood was sticky, initially scalding hot, but then slowly cooling down.

I heard someone repeatedly calling "Help me" in my ear. I kept looking for that person, and finally realized it was just myself.

call.

---Magpie Bridge Fairy

Reply [10]: I lay on the ground for an unknown amount of time, unable to utter a single word or bleed a drop. I knew then that I was dead.

That's it. It's better to die like this; it's finally over. I lay there wearily, no longer caring whether anyone would pay attention to me. All around...

The sound could no longer be heard.

I will never forget how I felt then: fear—loneliness—despair—relief, my emotions shifting from terror to...

Calm. It's okay if it ends like this. Although it was an accidental death, at least I understand what happened.

.

However, that's not the case.

When I woke up, it was already noon. It was as if I'd been jolted awake; I regained consciousness almost instantly. I was still lying in my dorm room.

People were coming and going on the ground in front of me, but no one glanced at me, as if they were used to seeing dead people. I was extremely puzzled.

Then I found I could move again. I tried moving my hands and feet, and they were very flexible. I even managed to sit up a little bit.

There was no pain. I was a little confused, so I touched the corner of my mouth: it was clean, not a drop of blood. Then I looked at where I had just been lying...

There wasn't a trace of blood in that spot either. But I remember very clearly that there was a lot of blood splattered around me. How could this be?

What's going on? I don't understand at all.

Just then, several of my roommates came back from outside. I quickly called their names, but they ignored me.

It was as if they hadn't seen me at all. I was terrified: Had I turned into a ghost?

I stood up and walked towards them. The instant I straightened up, they greeted me: "You..."

"Where did you come from? I didn't see you just now!" I think my face must have turned very ugly at that moment, because he...

They all asked me if I wasn't feeling well and if I needed to go to the infirmary.

Did I fall from the building? Did I never fall at all, or did I just escape unharmed?

I looked up: the seventh floor seemed extremely high; falling from that height, it was absolutely impossible to emerge unscathed. Unless...

I didn't fall at all. So was it all a dream? Or a hallucination?

Just as I was about to go crazy with my thoughts, a classmate suddenly said, "Duan Yun, why did your mirror fall down?"

"I looked, and sure enough, right where I had just sat up was my mirror. It was shattered, only..."

The wooden frame was still intact—but it was cracked. I'm pretty sure the spot where I just sat up was the mirror.