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A surge of people suddenly rushed up from behind, and four or five girls pushed and shoved, directly engulfing Lin Yue in the downward flow of people.

She was forced to follow the crowd downstairs.

Even if she wanted to stop, the ever-flowing crowd behind her wouldn't allow it.

Just as she stepped onto the third and a half floor of the staircase, Lin Yue subconsciously glanced back.

It was just that one glance.

At the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, the door to dormitory 404 was wide open.

Inside the doorway was a pure, bright orange-red sea of ​​fire.

Flames erupted simultaneously from the bed, desk, and curtains, almost engulfing the entire room.

But right in the very center of that fire that could melt everything.

There was a girl standing there.

She was wearing the same white shirt and blue skirt school uniform as everyone else.

Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and the flames licked past her feet but didn't burn an inch of her clothing.

She stood there, straight, in the sea of ​​fire.

A pair of dark pupils, through the billowing smoke and the fleeing crowd, were precisely locked onto Lin Yue.

cold.

It's not cold in terms of temperature.

It's that kind of chill that feels like something is staring right through your soul, shooting up from your tailbone to the back of your head.

Lin Yue's hair stood on end.

She had never experienced this kind of fear before.

The figure's lips moved, but Lin Yue couldn't hear what she said.

Because the next second, another wave of people surged from behind, pushing her completely off the corner of the stairs.

The line of sight was cut off.

When she turned her head to look up again, the fourth-floor corridor had been completely engulfed by billowing black smoke.

I can't see anything.

Lin Yue was swept away by the crowd and rushed out of the dormitory building, the night sky filled with choking smoke.

The playground was packed with people.

The teacher was counting the number of students, and the students were crying their hearts out.

Lin Yue rested her hands on her knees, panting heavily.

She suddenly sat up straight.

The scene before my eyes began to distort.

The crowds on the playground, the old-fashioned school buildings, the towering flames, the screams and cries...

Everything began to fade and disappear in an extremely bizarre way.

Layer by layer, the whole world was torn apart from the outside in.

In the end, all that remained was pure darkness.

The moment the darkness faded, light rushed in, and Lin Yue instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she was completely stunned.

It was no longer downstairs from the dormitory building, and it wasn't even the No. 3 Middle School in the city that she was familiar with.

She stood in front of a rusty iron gate.

A faded wooden sign hangs above the gate, with the words "Fengdu City No. 3 Middle School" written in large red paint.

Most of the red paint had peeled off, revealing the grayish-white wood underneath.

The crowd surged past her.

In twos and threes.

They were all teenagers.

Some people were carrying snakeskin bags, some were carrying enamel basins, and some were carrying army green canvas backpacks.

The backpack strap broke off, so I tied a knot with hemp rope to fix it.

Another boy rode past her on a bicycle with a broken chain, the handlebars bent so badly they could turn 90 degrees.

Lin Yue looked down at herself and found that nothing had changed.

But she stood out out of place in this timeline from more than twenty years ago.

Lin Yue took a deep breath.

She is a criminal police officer.

She has received the most rigorous psychological training.

Even with a million questions flooding her mind like a barrage of comments, her first instinct was still to observe.

Just as she was quickly scanning her surroundings, a figure in the crowd instantly grabbed her attention.

A girl.

She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, walking on the outermost edge of the crowd.

She was wearing the same white shirt and blue skirt as everyone else, but her clothes had three or four patches on them.

The fabric has become thin from washing.

One of the buttons on the collar was missing, so a cloth button was temporarily sewn on with a white thread to replace it.

But the clothes were very clean.

Each patch was sewn extremely neatly, with stitches so tight that the loose threads were almost invisible.

She lowered her head.

The backpack straps were tightly wrapped around her thin shoulders, and she walked with a slight hunch, her hands clasped in front of her, her fingers twisting the hem of her school uniform skirt.

Completely different from the chattering and playful freshmen around her.

She was unusually quiet.

He curled up into a ball, wishing he could erase himself from this world.

Even so, Lin Yue still spotted her face at a glance.

Because she is too beautiful.

That kind of beauty that comes from within isn't the kind of refined look achieved through makeup, nor is it the mass-produced "internet celebrity" face from a cosmetic surgery clinic.

They're the kind of people who are blessed with natural talent.

Even wearing a patched old school uniform, even with her head bowed low, her face couldn't be hidden.

The passing guys couldn't help but take a second look, only to be jolted awake by a jolt of elbow from their companions.

But Lin Yue's pupils suddenly contracted.

Isn't this the girl standing right in the middle of the raging flames, her dark pupils piercing through the thick smoke and locking onto her?

Lin Yue's mind raced.

This is not an illusion.

These are the memories of that female ghost.

She was transported back to twenty years ago.

What she is seeing now is very likely the truth behind that fire back then.

Do not!

Earlier than the truth.

It is the source.

Lin Yue did not hesitate at all.

She started walking and followed.

As she weaved through the crowd, Lin Yue noticed a strange detail: no one saw her.

Some people brushed right past her; the chubby boy carrying a snakeskin bag even "passed" right through her right arm.

There was no collision, and she was just a bystander.

A transparent spectator pulled into memories!

Lin Yue quickened her pace, keeping close behind the girl.

Cross the playground, bypass a small, single-story canteen, and enter the dormitory building.

The stairs are made of concrete, and they feel like they have fine sand underfoot.

The wall was painted half green, and the upper half was whitewashed, and it had already started to get moldy and peel.

Fourth floor.

404.

The girl pushed open the creaking old wooden door.

The paint on the door panel was cracked into a spider web pattern, and it crumbled when pushed.

There were already three girls in the room.

A man sat on the upper bunk by the window, legs crossed, cracking sunflower seeds and spitting the shell out onto the floor after each one.

Another person was squatting on the ground, facing a small mirror, applying a tube of lipstick that they had gotten from somewhere.

The third one leaned against the edge of the lower bunk, flipping through magazines. The magazine covers featured Hong Kong and Taiwanese celebrities.

The difference between the three people's clothing and appearance and that of the girl in the patched school uniform was obvious to the naked eye.

The girl stood at the door: "Um... I'm new to this dorm room, my name is..."

The person by the window didn't even look up, nor did they stop eating sunflower seeds. They just glanced at the doorway before looking away.

Then, the hand that was cracking sunflower seeds casually pointed to the bed closest to the door: "You'll sleep there from now on."

Lin Yue looked in the direction she pointed.

The bed was right next to the door.

The worst location.

As soon as the door opened, a gust of wind rushed in.

People would pass by her bedside as they came in and out.

and.

The location of this bed is exactly the same as the location where, twenty years later, the boy named Liu Qiang was burned alive and turned into a charred corpse...