My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

Ta-da, ta-da-da, ta-da-da—

A melodious voice drifted into Zhang Ying's ears through the door of the department in front of him. He was very familiar with this melodious singing.

This is the most classic piece in music boxes, "The Bird's Poem".

The melodious yet slightly melancholic accompaniment, played by the music box, makes one's thoughts drift away.

Although the piece of music is full of memories, it gave Zhang Ying goosebumps, especially when he heard it in the current environment.

The music coming from the department was a vocal room, which contained various musical instruments, so it was not surprising that it was playing music from a music box.

But strangely, now that everyone at the school has been cleared out, who is playing with the vocal-style music box?

Zhang Ying couldn't help but clench his chin.

"Do not intrude upon anything, do not get involved in anything."

"Do not intrude upon anything, do not get involved in anything."

He muttered to himself as he walked step by step past the vocal music room.

The music box sounds coming from the vocal room grew clearer and clearer. Zhang Ying clenched his fists, walked quickly across the vocal room, and practically rushed down the stairs!

He had only one thought in his mind: get out of here!

He descended the stairs to the fifth floor. Zhang Ying's chest heaved, and he panted heavily, but his steps did not falter. The song of the bird's poem still echoed in his ears, giving him goosebumps all over his body.

One layer, and another.

The song accompanied him, playing on a loop.

It wasn't until Zhang Ying ran down six flights of stairs that he realized something was strange.

It wasn't just the song playing on repeat in my ears; it seemed to be playing on repeat in the stairwell too!

He stopped. Logically, after climbing six flights of stairs, he should be able to see the plaza and flowerbeds by now. But all he saw was a wall and more stairs leading downwards.

Clearly, he encountered a paranormal event.

"hiss--."

"call--."

Zhang Ying took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. He turned his head to look at the floor number on the wall of the staircase. A big "6" was pasted on the top of the wall, and the bright red six was particularly eye-catching.

"Haha, I must have passed out by now."

"Yes, that must be it! If that guy Lao Wang sends me Galagame again, I definitely won't accept it!"

Zhang Ying smiled and reached out, then gave himself a hard slap on the right cheek!

Snapped!

The crisp sound echoed in the stairwell. Zhang Ying's upturned lips gradually turned downwards, revealing a tearful expression. He covered his swollen cheek and said:

"That fucking hurts!"

Okay, now we can be sure it's not a dream.

Zhang Ying walked into the corridor, grabbed the escalator, and looked down into the gap in the middle of the stairs.

In the endlessly looping stairwell, on each floor's corridor, there is a head looking down, like two mirrors placed face up and down.

"Am I being haunted by some kind of supernatural force? Damn it, don't these supernatural beings have any sense of professionalism these days? It's not even midnight yet, and they're already at work? There's a limit to how early the morning shift should be!"

Zhang Ying turned his head back, not daring to look down any further. He was afraid that as he looked, a head would suddenly lift up and meet his gaze!

If that's the case, his prostate might not be able to hold on.

"Damn it, could this be the 'first encounter kill' the simulator was talking about? It came way too fast!"

The music box was still playing in his ears, and Zhang Ying swallowed hard.

"The best way to eliminate fear is to face it!"

Zhang Ying held his backpack in front of him, unzipped the third layer, took out a bracelet made of triangles of yellow talismans, put it on his wrist, and slowly walked towards the vocal music room.

This yellow talisman was written for him by Wang Fangshe. Almost every week, Wang Fangshe would write a new one for him.

This is a newly written talisman string, and even the yellow paper smells of wood pulp.

Arriving at the vocal room again, Zhang Ying looked at the closed door and, after a moment's thought, stiffly raised his right hand and placed it on the doorknob.

He gently pressed down the doorknob and slowly pushed the door open. A cloud of smoke immediately rushed into his nostrils, causing him to sneeze several times!

"Achoo! Achoo! How long has it been since this vocal music room was cleaned? I'm definitely reporting the class on duty for cleaning the vocal music room tomorrow!"

Zhang Ying pinched his nose and walked into the vocal studio. Upon seeing the set, he frowned and looked puzzled.

What about the instruments in the vocal room?

The vocal room was spacious, with a wooden floor. A huge floor-to-ceiling mirror hung on the inner wall, making the room seem twice as large.

Zhang Ying tiptoed into the vocal room. A thick layer of dust had accumulated on the floor and mirrors. The twilight light shone through the windows, and due to the Tyndall effect, the dust swirling inside was clearly visible.

This is not the layout of the school's vocal music room, at least not during yesterday's class.

There were no mirrors in the vocal studio, and although there were wooden floors, they weren't this color. Besides, he had just had a vocal lesson yesterday; how could so much dust have accumulated in just one day?

In his view, this place is more like a dance studio than a vocal studio.

As Zhang Ying ventured deeper into the room, the music box music that lingered in his ears grew louder and closer, as if it were right next to his ear.

He took another deep breath, trying to calm his panicked mind, but all he inhaled was dust, causing him to sneeze several more times.

Zhang Ying rubbed his aching nose, gritted his teeth, and tried to find the music box that was playing the song.

In novels, such supernatural events must have a source. If we find that source, we might be able to get rid of this situation of being trapped in a maze.

In his view, the source was very likely the music box that was playing the Bird Poem on a loop!

He walked back and forth in the classroom following the sound, but no matter where he went, the music was neither too loud nor too soft, making it difficult for him to pinpoint the source of the sound.

But through his relentless search, he finally discovered the source of the music!

He walked to the door of the music room and stood in front of the door he pushed open. The sound was coming from behind the door, which meant that the music box had always been between the wall and the door!

Zhang Ying's arm, which was gripping the door, was trembling, perhaps because of the control panel. His attitude towards this matter remained one of fear, but never of absurdity.

But when it really came to this, this unrealistic feeling still made his heart pound wildly.

He slowly opened the door, and the music box rang out even louder. Overwhelmed by growing fear, he suddenly peered into the corner!

A small wooden music box was placed in the corner of the music room, with a doll dressed in a ballet costume in a swan pose on top of it.

The puppet kept spinning on top of the music box, which then emitted bursts of music.

Zhang Ying's gaze fell on the music box.

The music box gradually lowered in pitch, accompanied by hissing noises, and a sharp, thin whistling sound gradually amplified in the background music!

Amidst the jarring music, Zhang Ying discovered a swan-shaped doll on the music box, its joints twisted and broken in the opposite direction.

Drops of bright red blood seeped from beneath the twisted joints of the doll, staining the entire white ballet costume red!