I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

Lin Yan squatted down and examined the school uniform under the classroom light.

White short-sleeved shirt, blue pleated skirt.

The style is exactly the same as the one in the archive photo, except that this one doesn't have large patches of black blood, and there's a faint fragrance about it.

That's right, this is what a uniform should look like.

He looked up and glanced at the half-closed music classroom door.

The piano stopped sometime ago, and now there is no sound coming from inside.

Lin Yan felt as if he were standing in front of a mousetrap.

To pick it up or not to pick it up?

If he followed the security department's survival principle and simply covered up his mess with a newspaper and left, then his trip would have been in vain.

Not only could he not find any clues about the senior in red's obsession, but the hickey on his neck would eventually take his life.

But if we pick it up and take it in as instructed by the academic affairs office, who knows if the so-called "Teacher Chen" behind the door is something even more terrifying than the faceless monster.

Lin Yan sighed helplessly. How did he end up with such a weirdo who likes to play murder mystery games?

"This is a life-or-death question, no matter which you choose, you're going to die, just like in the gatehouse before."

He muttered to himself.

Now that we've come this far, choosing based on the question itself is a dead end no matter what we do.

It's time to solve the problem in Lin Yan's way.

Faced with a deadly question, following her line of thinking will likely lead to certain death no matter what you do.

Sometimes, the questions asked by the other person are not actually of concern to them; they just want to see how you would react.

In situations like this, if you go along with her, she might actually look down on you.

However, you can't completely go against her, unless you want to break up completely.

Others might choose to stall or give ambiguous answers, but after experiencing similar questions so many times, Lin Yan has developed his own set of strategies.

It's also the only way to survive and even turn the tables right now.

He wanted to flip the table and give her a new option that she couldn't refuse and that she would long for.

Lin Yan stood up, neither looking for the newspaper or the blackboard eraser, nor picking up the school uniform.

He walked straight ahead without looking to the side, and put on old-fashioned rubber shoes.

then.

He stepped over it.

Lin Yan pushed open the door to the music classroom.

To his surprise, the scene in the classroom was not the bloody slaughterhouse he had imagined.

There was only an old grand piano in the middle, and a girl was sitting on the piano bench with her back to the door.

She was wearing the exact same school uniform as the one outside the door, with her long hair falling to her shoulders.

Lin Yan's gaze fell on her, and his heart skipped a beat.

Although it was just a view of his back, he immediately felt a sense of familiarity.

That silhouette, that aura, and that long hair—it's exactly like that red-clad senior who liked to hang upside down on the rooftop!

This is what she originally looked like before she became freakish.

Hearing the door open, the girl slowly turned her head.

Her face was very beautiful. Although she looked almost exactly like her senior, she had a unique charm that her senior didn't possess.

Her aloofness was tinged with a heartbreaking timidity.

But those eyes lacked the liveliness of a young girl; instead, they held an unfathomable madness.

Unfortunately, she wasn't a senior student, at least not 30 years from now.

When Lin Yan was wiping the sewage off the pipes, he deliberately left some lip prints on his neck where they were.

It's just to leave a verification record.

If she were a senior student, she would have already started to lose her temper.

You're late.

The girl seemed quite resentful.

"Furthermore, you didn't bring in the clothes I left outside, which violated the rules."

As she finished speaking, the music classroom door slammed shut.

The piano pressed the keys by itself, producing a series of low sounds.

The senior's oppressive aura began to spread rapidly throughout the room.

Is this going to be considered an erasure?

That little girl just can't keep her composure.

Lin Yan chuckled lightly. He met the girl's eyes, seemingly unconcerned that they were gradually turning red, and instead wore an arrogant smile.

"Picking up clothes?"

Lin Yan, with his hands in the pockets of his school janitor's uniform, slowly walked to the piano and looked down at her.

"That dress is so ugly, the style is incredibly outdated, and the material looks like it would itch. Why should I pick it up?"

Ok?

The girl was a little confused.

What does this person mean?

She has been trapped here for countless years.

Those poor souls who strayed into this place either wet their pants in fear and begged for mercy, or desperately tried to explain why they hadn't followed the rules.

No one has ever dared to contradict her with such a bizarre reason before!

"you……"

The girl opened her mouth, seemingly unsure of what to do next.

"What do you mean, 'you'?"

Lin Yan interrupted her directly, leaned down, and placed his hands on the piano to close the distance between them.

"That cheap, tattered cloth is not good enough for you."

Lin Yan looked directly into her eyes, his voice suddenly lowered, his whole demeanor deep and serious, like a wealthy young man picking out haute couture for his girlfriend in a top-tier shopping mall.

"Once I get out, I'll buy you the finest silk and find the best tailors."

"I want red, that vibrant, luscious red that will make your skin look its fairest."

"Then make a dress, that's the kind of clothes you should wear."

The music stopped abruptly.

The suffocating pressure vanished like a punctured balloon in the blink of an eye.

Everything went as Lin Yan predicted.

His every move just now was a well-thought-out choice.

Most girls who haven't entered the workforce will fall for this domineering CEO behavior.

Although 30 years later, the domineering CEO trope has become universally despised, this is 1994.

A college student has an imagination about society and a yearning for life.

Lin Yan could satisfy all of them.

The girl stared blankly at Lin Yan.

She herself was unaware of how flustered she was, a faint blush rising to her cheeks.

"What...what nonsense are you spouting here!"

The girl turned her head away awkwardly, no longer looking at Lin Yan.

Although her voice remained cold, the killing intent had vanished, and Lin Yan could even detect a hint of coquettishness in it.

"Who wants to wear your red dress?"

Hmph, a little girl is just a little girl.

However, the senior student was consistent; she liked red dresses since her student days.

Lin Yan won the bet again.

"We'll talk about clothes later. I'm new to this school and don't know anyone here."

Lin Yan straightened up naturally and changed the subject.

"I'm the new night shift dormitory supervisor."

"Excuse me, how do I get to the girls' dormitory?"

The girl had her back to him and remained silent for a long time.

Just when Lin Yan thought she was going to cause some more trouble.

A string of rusty keys appeared out of nowhere on the piano.

There is also a roster.

"Turn left after you go out, and you'll be there after crossing the playground."

The girl's figure began to fade, like a shattered mirror slowly dissipating.

Before disappearing, the girl said her last words:

"That's not a good place."

"Don't blame me for not warning you, it's the new dorm supervisor."