Volume 2, Chapter 20 (Chapter 58): Who Should I Believe?

On the roof of the empty teaching building, the discarded desks had been eroded by the wind and rain They were clustered together like a crowd walking in the rain, watching the girl standing on the edge of the roof with cold eyes.

The tiles on the roof edge had already fallen off, and the exposed concrete wall was stained with mottled spots. The cold moonlight pierced through the gaps in the dark clouds, outlining the thin figure of a young girl. Despite the moonlight reflecting on her eyes, there was no life in them.

“Bright, w-what are you doing? Don’t make any rash decisions, please!”

That was all Daydream could think of saying.

“It’s useless,” Bright laughed helplessly. “He’s not going to let us go. From the moment we stepped onto this campus, he was watching.”

She took a step forward, and her figure disappeared from Daydream’s sight.

The sound of a heavy object falling from a high altitude rang in her ears, and Daydream rushed forward hastily. She suddenly froze on the spot as she clutched her hair with both hands, slumped on the ground, and screamed.

She felt like she was about to collapse as if she had fallen into a dark nightmare from which she could never wake up.

After half an hour again, shortly after, Sixian ran out of the classroom to chase the figure by the window.

The dusty classroom was illuminated by dim candlelight, and four people sat around the centre of the classroom, silent.

Brazil couldn’t stand the silence and spoke, “Shouldn’t we go and find Witch?”

“She… she left by herself,” Bright replied. “I don’t think it’s smart to run around the school by ourselves.”

Daydream couldn’t help but frown. It was as if Bright knew something she didn’t.

Why not speak up?

Thinking about it, she glanced at Bright and giggled, “Although this is the first time we’ve met, I think we should leave as a team. We came here together, so we should leave together, right, dear?”

Pharoah frowned, glancing at Brazil from the corner of his eye, “I agree with Daydream; we should find her, but…”

“We should make this decision together. Let’s vote,” Pharoah nodded.

“Let’s go and find Witch!” Daydream smiled.

“I… abstain,” Pharoah said.

“Let’s look for her,” Brazil said. “We can’t leave one of us behind!”

“I object,” Bright fussed as she glared at Daydream.

Daydream couldn’t help but laugh at her glare. She just thinks that these people are jealous of her beauty.

After the vote was complete, Pharoah looked around and sighed, “Let’s go and find her. If we don’t find her in an hour, we leave.”

After packing up, he discarded the white porcelain plate and extinguished the candle, and the whole classroom was plunged into darkness.

Then, a flashlight was lit, and Brazil walked out of the classroom, followed by Pharoah.

Daydream turned on her own flashlight and was about to get up, but she felt somebody tugging at the corner of her clothes. She turned her head and saw Bright’s pale face illuminated by the flashlight, and her heart dropped in an instant.

“What are you doing? I know you don’t like me, but…”

“One of them is an urban legend,” Bright whispered.

“What do you mean?”

Bright remained silent, casting a knowing and solemn gaze onto Daydream.

“Hello? Daydream, Bright, it’s time to go!” Brazil yelled from outside the class.

“Y-you’re being weird!” Daydream said as she ran out of the classroom.

She quickly caught up with the two boys in front of her and linked arms with Pharoah.

Pharoah looked down at Daydream and asked softly, “What did she tell you?”

“She said…” Daydream hesitated. “She said that there are very strange urban legends in this school.”

“I suggest you stay away from her,” Pharoah frowned. “She seems off.”

Daydream was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and Bright’s warning sounded again within her ears. She looked at her boyfriend’s face and felt that he was unfamiliar.

No, how could I ever doubt my own boyfriend? she thought as she shook her head.

Bright, Daydream, Pharoah, and Brazil left the classroom.

A sudden gust of cold wind blew in that dark classroom.

In that silence, the white porcelain plate that was abandoned moved a short distance as if it were being pushed by someone.

It moved more and more as if it were alive, bouncing up and colliding with the ground with a clanging noise.

There was a brief silence, followed by the clanging sounds again.

Outside the window, a ray of moonlight pierced through the clouds and fell into the classroom. A string of sticky, red footprints was revealed along the trajectory of the white porcelain plate, stretching out to the outside of the classroom.

Clang!

Daydream’s footsteps froze, and she looked around cautiously.

Clang!

Her face turned pale, and she turned to look at the dark corridor behind her.

“Did you hear that?” she gulped as she grabbed Pharoah’s arm.

Clang!

Daydream immediately shone her flashlight down the corridor, and everyone could see the lone porcelain plate at the top of the corridor.

Everyone was silent as they stared at the plate, and the air around them suddenly became cold and oppressive.

In an instant, their flashlights were cut off, and the corridor was once again plunged into darkness. In that darkness, they could feel a pair of malicious eyes glaring at them.

“Run!”

Everyone ran downstairs in a panic, and they could hear the porcelain plate chasing after them.

Clang! Clang!

The group of teenagers hurried down the stairs, but just as they got down the stairs, they could hear strange noises coming from downstairs as well.

Boom! Boom!

Like blocks of wood hitting the hard ground, something was climbing up the stairs and gradually approaching. Its arrival was accompanied by shadows, like vile, vicious ghosts.

Standing stiff on the stairwell, Brazil could hear a faint whisper in front of him: “You… stay with me…?”

His flashlight fell to the ground, illuminating the pale figure.

The figure had a distorted face, and its limbs were unusually slender like a living Daydream pretending to be a human. Its body was as thin as paper as it twisted and danced in the cold wind.

The flashlight flickered twice, and the stairwell was plunged into darkness.

He could feel the paper-thin shadow caress him in the darkness as if it were savouring the fear from his body.

At the same time, the sound of the plate could be heard behind him, and he couldn’t help but shudder violently.

He didn’t know when his companions had disappeared. He was alone.

“W-why did you bastards leave me!” he yelled. “Why…”

A pale piece of paper rested on his shoulders.

“You… will you stay with me?”

Brazil’s gaze met with the same pale and distorted face as his own.

The moment Brazil was engulfed in darkness, Pharoah hurriedly shone the stairwell with a flashlight, but upon seeing the empty stairwell, he was taken aback.

‘He’s gone?’

Pharoah’s eyes narrowed.

“Keep quiet!” Pharoah ordered.

“We… we need to go upstairs,” he murmured.

“Okay, okay, let’s go!” Daydream nodded as she ran behind Pharoah.

The moment she passed by Bright, she couldn’t help but whisper so that only the two of them could hear, “Don’t go to the fourth floor.”

Hearing this, Daydream was startled. Bright simply leaned against the wall of the stairwell, as if she were getting weaker and weaker.

At the same time, she could hear Pharoah’s voice from atop the stairs: “Hurry up! Before it’s too late!”

Recalling his expression, Daydream fell silent.

‘Who should I believe?’