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He shuddered and quickly went to the teacher supervising at the door, asking, "Teacher, did anyone..."

Go out?

The teacher glanced at him and said, "No." His face turned very pale, and he was about to walk away when he remembered...

He looked inside and checked everyone's feet. Everyone was wearing shoes; no one was barefoot.

He mustered his courage and searched the area near the bookshelf again, but still found nothing. Now he was really at his wits' end.

I couldn't stay any longer, so I quickly rushed back to my dorm and went straight to sleep.

I tossed and turned all night, tossing and turning for a long time, until I was finally too tired to sleep and fell into a deep sleep. The next morning...

He woke up around 6 a.m., it was still barely light, and the others in the dormitory were still asleep. He huddled under the covers, recalling yesterday...

The events that happened in the Heavenly Library, coupled with everything I've seen and heard these past few days, have made me increasingly frightened, to the point that I'm too afraid to get out of bed. It's truly terrifying.

It was almost 7:30, and the sun was already quite bright; it was practically daytime outside. Only then did he get dressed and get out of bed.

He went out. He had originally intended to look for Jiang Shichao, but remembering how Lin Ding often mocked him, he changed his mind and went straight...

They headed straight for the cold, unpleasant dormitory.

Leng Xin, who lived in dormitory building number two, was brushing her teeth and washing her face when Duan Yun walked in. He arrived...

Leng Xin immediately knew he had made a new discovery. She quickly finished packing and then pulled Duan Yun to have breakfast together.

We ate and chatted.

Duan Yun recounted the events in detail. After listening, Leng Xin murmured, "Since Qiu Tong, the Buddha has gone into hiding."

What does that mean? Could these things be related to Gu Qiutong? Duan Yun also had this suspicion, but Gu Qiutong...

His actions were upright and honest, yet these strange events were all quite bizarre, and the deaths of Xiao Guang and Liu Yongze were particularly cruel, making it difficult to believe.

I believe that someone who would die to save others would do something similar after death.

---Magpie Bridge Fairy

Reply [22]: "No, it couldn't have been Gu Qiutong who did it," Duan Yun said. He greatly admired Gu Qiutong and was unwilling to do so.

I suspect him.

“It’s not necessarily him who did it, but he’s definitely involved,” Leng Xin said. “What’s giving me the biggest headache right now is…”

I can't distinguish which things are man-made and which are what we perceive as strange. Until I have an answer, I can only...

They all fall into the category of strange occurrences. Perhaps what happened in the library yesterday was actually done by a person, but we don't...

Can you just ignore it? Is this all the information you found in the library?

"Yes, the academy's history only records positive things; of course, it won't record things that we consider strange."

Leng Xin smiled slightly: "Do you usually like to go online?"

Duan Yun was a very scholarly student with extensive historical knowledge and a knack for researching.

Searching for information online was a piece of cake for him. Leng Xin's reminder immediately made him realize he'd overlooked something.

The sheer size of the database filled him with anguish and self-reproach, making him curse himself for being an idiot. He knew the academy's history was simply a collection of information about the academy's teachers.

The school history we compiled was approved before it was published, so naturally, we didn't include any unofficial historical anecdotes.

The Third Normal School has been established for a century, during which time many events must have occurred that were not recorded in the school's annals. The school had thousands of students.

They all consider themselves geniuses; the history department alone has dozens of eccentric geniuses known for collecting unofficial historical records, and each of them has established an online presence.

Related forums, not to mention posts from other anonymous students. To exaggerate a bit, online, even 100 years...

You can find out how many ants were stepped on when the school was built—as long as there really were ants stepped on.

He immediately wanted to go to the computer room to look for it, but Leng Xin grabbed him: "I'll go look for it with you later, but..."

"Now you need to do one thing with me first."

"What's up?"

"Take me to see your mirror."

Duan Yun's mirror, having fallen from the 7th floor, was shattered to pieces, and its frame was also broken.

Duan Yun lay buried by Luoyan Lake. Leng Xin couldn't explain why she looked at the mirror; it was simply something she could grasp in her predicament.

This is just one clue; let's give it a try.

The soil by Luoyan Lake was soft and damp, and the mirror was buried under a willow tree. The frame was made of wood and was already...

It was broken into several pieces. Leng Xin pieced the pieces of the wooden frame back together, and it was still intact, with no part missing. He

He counted them; they were broken into 13 pieces in total. He seemed to have thought of something, glanced at Duan Yun, and hesitated before speaking.

"What are you trying to say?" Duan Yun could tell.

Leng Xin seemed to find it difficult to speak, and before she could say anything, she laughed and said, "Never mind, that's too much."

Duan Yun had only asked casually, but his attitude was strange, so people couldn't help but wonder why.

"This is no longer possible." Leng Xin had no choice but to say, "You told me to say it, so you can't blame me?" Duan Yun nodded.

"So," Leng Xin scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "how many pieces are there in total in this mirror, and how many do you..."

Did you know?

"Thirteen yuan? Didn't you just count them?" Duan Yun asked blankly.

“Heh,” Leng Xin chuckled awkwardly, “I was referring to the mirror, the glass part.”

"What?!" Duan Yun exclaimed, his eyes widening as he stared at Leng Xin. Leng Xin took a slight step back.

He nodded and laughed, "I said it was too exaggerated, but you forced me to say it."

"What do you need to know this for?" Duan Yun shouted, still somewhat annoyed, believing that Leng Xin was doing it on purpose.

"Just kidding." Leng Xin sighed, led him to the infirmary, and handed him something. He looked down and saw it was his...

The X-ray taken when he came to see Leng Xin once showed his spine.

"Why are you showing me this?" Duan Yun asked. He knew that Leng Xin had brought him here after looking at the picture frame.

The mirror—there must be a connection. Leng Xin pointed out certain areas on his spine: "These marks are from after a spinal fracture."

Look at the healing marks, there are thirteen in total; the frame is also broken into thirteen pieces.

"What does this mean?" Duan Yun still didn't understand.

“I don’t know either,” Leng Xin said thoughtfully. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence. Never mind,” he patted his shoulder.

He patted Duan Yun on the shoulder. "Let's go online and look for clues." Duan Yun pondered for a while, but still couldn't figure it out.

Xu and Leng Xin went to the computer room together.

In the computer room, they saw Jiang Shichao and Lin Ding.

Jiang Shichao and Lin Ding asked more than ten students from different departments about the places where these people were active on the afternoon of October 15th.

Their experiences varied, but they all had evidence to prove that they did not experience any hallucinations that afternoon, which shows that...

Without Jiang Shichao and the other two, along with the vast majority of others, experiencing hallucinations, they watched [something] on the same afternoon.

They saw different situations: Jiang and Lin saw everyone disappear for a short while, while others saw the school...

The school was operating normally, just like usual. "This situation might apply to Uncle He's experience; perhaps neither he nor we..."

"They were hallucinating, but there was something else at play," Jiang Shichao said. Like Leng Xin, they also thought...

Once online, they thought they could check if any other strange events had occurred recently. So the four of them sat together.

They each began their search.

---Magpie Bridge Fairy

Reply [23]: Jiang Shichao often browses a forum called "Campus Ghost Stories" on our school website and occasionally posts some threads.

Many netizens on the forum knew him. However, due to a series of strange events these past few days, he hadn't been online. Now, he opened the internet...

Upon closer inspection, the forum was filled with discussions about the incident involving Xiao Guang and Liu Yongze. Regarding this matter, netizens generally felt...

It was shrouded in mystery, sparking much discussion. Jiang Shichao glanced through the discussions, most of which were of little value. However, among them...

A comment from a netizen with the username "Love at First Sight" caught his attention. The post read: "Everyone..."

Don't you find this strange? I also recently encountered a strange thing; it happened on October 16, 2003, a star...

This happened on Wednesday afternoon. That day, I was whispering sweet nothings to my pretty girlfriend when she accidentally...

I sneezed and quickly wiped myself with a tissue. As you all probably know, all girls like to wear makeup, and my girlfriend is no exception.

Besides, the rouge I wore that day weighed about half a pound, and about three ounces were wiped off with the tissue. I quickly pulled out a sponge.

(It looks like a sponge, but the girl says it's blush. I don't know, I don't wear blush anyway.) She sat in front of a small mirror and applied it to her right cheek.

She was completely absorbed, utterly oblivious to the presence of me beside her. Being a gentleman, I simply looked out the window alone.

The scenery outside the window had changed from afternoon to dusk. My little girl finally finished her makeup project and sweetly said...

I checked out her makeup to see how it looked, and when I turned around, oh my god! Everyone, don't say I didn't warn you, after a girl puts on makeup...

The difference between her beauty and her ugliness after removing makeup is directly proportional. I was so scared that I screamed and almost fell backward. My MM passed by...

That application of rouge not only failed to restore the shredded rouge, but, in my opinion, even obscured her natural complexion.

Go. The woman was deathly pale, her lips barely red, her eyes dark-rimmed, her eyelashes short and sparse, and her eyebrows completely bare.

The remaining one, who was staring at me in a daze, seemed startled by my shout and scolded, "What are you yelling about?"

In this situation, how could I dare to speak frankly? I silently handed her a small mirror, and 0…5 seconds later, she…

A blood-curdling scream erupted. Several hours later, she reapplied her makeup and said in bewilderment, "That's strange..."