Chapter One, Studio 205 (Part One)
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and noticed a red dot flickering in the vast shadow ahead, resembling a bloodshot, gleaming single eye blinking.
The sound of rustling followed his footsteps, and due to the silence, it seemed particularly piercing. All around him were indistinct shadows, making it difficult to discern whether they were the shadows of trees, flowers, people, or something else entirely.
Slowly, two women's hands emerged, pressing against his ribs, silently reaching forward
At 11:00, the lights will be turned off and the building will be locked. At that time, he will climb up the drainage pipe, take the items, and leave immediately
The long-haired young man was startled for the second time; he desperately wanted to flee immediately. However, considering his current situation, he had no choice but to force himself to step onto the legendary tree-lined path.
The long-haired young man walked briskly while glancing around. Although he did not encounter the legendary passerby, he felt as if he could not find his way out, and sensed that countless eyes were watching him.
He was startled, not expecting anyone to be standing by the window. After all, it was almost time to turn off the lights, and at this hour, lingering by the window meant he would have to navigate in the dark after the lights went out
Then, how could she see her own, or is she waving to someone else
How do I get to Studio 205
On the road, there is no end ahead, the rear is shrouded in darkness, and there are no traces of the rapidly retreating scenery on either side. His heavy breathing and heartbeat are magnified countless times, each thump striking against his heart.
There is no one, only an indescribable tingling sensation that extends from the back all the way to the arms, like countless caterpillars crawling over.
He slumped on the ground, contemplating, constantly engaging in self-hypnosis, thinking that tomorrow he might be scared to the point of being a laughingstock, and this disgraceful behavior might be spread around, which would be utterly embarrassing
He could not help but feel anxious, and with a determined resolve, he suddenly accelerated
A sharp cry pierced through the cacophony of rumbling sounds in the air, as six motorcycles lined up on the wide highway suddenly surged forward, leaving the starting line far behind.
He was so startled that he almost cried out, as he saw the red dot flickering rhythmically, emanating an extremely ominous aura. However, he soon realized that it was merely a spark from a cigarette, with a woman sitting by the roadside smoking.
Gulu
The woman hung her head, obscuring her face, but even while seated, her slender and delicate figure was evident. The graceful lines of her neck were complemented by her lush long hair, loosely gathered at the top of her head. Her white dress was extremely simple in style, and she appeared to be troubled by some matter.
He hopes that the stories in the magazine are all based on real events, but recently the market has been quite peaceful, so the magazine has been in operation for a long time, yet the first issue has not been published.
He hurriedly propped himself up with his hands in an attempt to stand, but at that moment, he suddenly felt something was amiss; a sharp terror pierced directly into his marrow through the open pores of his skin
Suddenly, his heart, filled with pride, began to feel uneasy, as if he had lost his bearings. It seemed that an invisible membrane separated him from the world, leaving him and his vehicle as the only ones racing through the vastness of heaven and earth.
A cold wind blew, and he felt a chill throughout his body. It was only then that he realized his clothes were completely soaked with cold sweat, clinging to him like a second skin
The long-haired boy thought in terror, but that pair of beautiful legs stood in front of him for a moment before leaving without a word. The white hem of the skirt brushed against the head he dared not raise, feeling cool and eerie.
The lights in the classroom are still on, perhaps there are still students inside, and his secret must not be known to anyone
His name is Bao Datong, and he has established a company specializing in the study of the I Ching. However, in reality, he is a genuine disciple of Daoism, specializing in helping people capture ghosts and avert misfortunes
The western district is very remote, with many trees and little lighting. After eight o'clock in the evening, it becomes sparsely populated, and the tree-lined path that runs through the entire western district appears particularly eerie
A sound squeezed from his throat came from his shoulder, piercing into his ear, akin to the sound of swallowing. Caught off guard, he was startled and abruptly turned his head.
There are also some terrifying stories circulating in this school, stating that if you encounter someone asking for directions on the tree-lined path at night, regardless of who they resemble, you must never respond. Otherwise, they will follow you forever, incessantly asking: Take me there! Take me there!
Squeak
Who is she? It is so dark by the river; did she see him as well? But his whereabouts must not be discovered by anyone
Those hands are delicate and beautiful, encased in a bright red garment, shining brilliantly white in the darkness, like a seductive serpent, light, silent, and infinitely elongated, finally touching his hand, gripping it tightly
"Ah, what happened?" A soft exclamation sounded from behind the large banyan tree at the school gate, which could be embraced by three people. At the same time, a slender figure emerged, looking towards the source of the sound
The long-haired young man felt his entire body’s blood freeze in an instant. He wanted to run, but found himself unable to move his feet, his legs weak as he sank to one knee. Thus, he simply trembled as he reached for his shoelaces, bowing his head and remaining still, his entire being and senses focused on that woman.
His consciousness became scattered, and he could no longer recall his secret. All he saw was a road, while simultaneously feeling a cold weight on his back, as if someone were lying on him.
He was so frightened that he did not dare to breathe, yet he could hear his chest making a sound like a bellows.
There were no footsteps, not even a shadow, nothing at all, only the sound of his own rapid heartbeat and the sound of cold sweat dripping. With a glance from the corner of his eye, he saw two perfect female calves that had appeared before him at some point, and they were unexpectedly bare-footed.
A short-haired woman rests her head on his shoulder, her features indistinct, but her chin is covered in blood, bright and viscous, dripping down drop by drop
He was greatly alarmed and instinctively looked into the rearview mirror
I will take you there The long-haired boy had a vacant expression, wearing a stiff smile, as he wobbled towards the teaching building
That is the only path leading to the teaching building, flanked by woods and large patches of flowers. It had just rained heavily in the afternoon, making the ground very muddy
A long-haired young man sits by the riverbank, smoking intensely, occasionally glancing at the teaching building across the way
This road is one they are accustomed to running on; the road conditions are good, the lighting is excellent, and the lanes are complex. In the early hours, there are almost no passing vehicles, making it an ideal place for racing. Not to mention, the Municipal Academy of Fine Arts is just a short distance ahead at the intersection, and with a bit of luck, one might even pick up a few attractive girls from the academy.
Until you and he disappear together
"Zero Magazine", every story we tell is true
The electronic clock in the main building chimed neither too fast nor too slow, and the teaching building was suddenly engulfed in darkness, as if all the light had been severed in mid-air by an invisible pair of giant scissors
The tree-lined path is paved with large stones, and not far from his hand, there is a stone that has sunk down, creating a puddle measuring one foot square due to a sudden rainstorm in the afternoon
Ding ding ding
He is a tall man with a neat short haircut. His face is not particularly handsome, but his features are well-defined, with a straight nose and bright, expressive eyes. When he speaks, his lips curve into an attractive arc that makes one want to kiss him. He exudes an air of nonchalance and laziness, and even when he is silent in a crowd, he can still attract the attention of others
"It must be the reckless driver who got into an accident," the man sighed deeply
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The rider's cry was cut short before it could be uttered, and the vehicle immediately lost control, sliding towards the entrance of the Art Academy, trailing a shower of sparks and a deafening sound of metal scraping.
Midnight, a secluded path, a beautiful woman; the night is cool as water, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio." Not to mention that he has already conjured dark thoughts in his mind, even under normal circumstances, he would not have the courage to approach and inquire. Just as he was frozen in fear, the woman suddenly moved and stood up.
She is going to ask for directions She is going to ask for directions
He shifted slightly in the shadow of the tree, and when he looked up again, the girl was still standing there, waving at him with her two slender white arms, full of excitement
"Why are you ignoring me?" she said again, finally making the long-haired boy realize that she was the girl waving at him from the window
A few minutes later, a rider wearing a red helmet surged ahead, reaching the front, closely followed by a rider in a white helmet. The rider in the red helmet occasionally glanced at the rearview mirror to observe the situation of his opponent, but no matter what method he employed, he could not shake off the other.
He stood up and looked around. The weather tonight was excellent, with bright moonlight spilling everywhere, but the riverside and the shaded path were still heavily shadowed due to the tall trees obscuring the light
At this thought, the long-haired boy couldn't help but shiver, instinctively searching for the window of the oil painting studio, Room 205. He quickly spotted a person standing there. Due to the distance, he could only roughly discern that it was a girl, and at the moment he saw her, she waved at him.
He ran faster and faster, leaving all five opponents far behind. Unable to contain his pride, he let out a sharp cry, feeling the wind fiercely blowing from all directions. A sense of speed filled every pore of his body, while the noise behind him gradually faded away, until he could no longer hear any sound.
Recently, he felt that the media industry was relatively easy to profit from, so he established a publication called "Zero Magazine"
It was the face of a woman, and due to the reflection of the water, it appeared as if she were rolling her eyes at him. There was no one around the puddle; she seemed to be merging with the water, and this face felt familiar to him
She is not the ghost of legend; she must be some bored girl here indulging in her own sadness. Girls from the art department tend to be a bit neurotic; it must be like this!
Looking around, the strange woman had long since vanished, which made him even more confident in his judgment. He had been too gullible; that so-called passerby never existed. Indeed, people are just scaring themselves!
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Like a surging flood, six knights surged forward, vying with one another. The roar, the howls, the screams and cheers from the roadside made this midnight extraordinarily boisterous. Everyone was intoxicated and exhilarated by the alcohol and speed, lost in a state of extreme excitement and forgetfulness
"Excuse me, how do I get to Studio 205?" asked the face in the puddle