Gu Zhigui watched dozens of backroom videos and wrote a short essay on urban legends.
He thought it was a fake documentary that had been circulating on the Internet for five years.
Until the early morning of the 217th day of the postgraduate entrance examination in World War II - he passed through a soft wall.
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Yellow room. Diamond wallpaper. Permanently damp carpet. Fluorescent lights buzz.
He recognized it immediately: Damn it, this is the back room.
But the version he remembered didn't match the actual version.
He remembered that the rule was "Avoid the flashing lights," but the lettering on the wall said - "Look for the flashing lights."
He remembered that the entity was called Smiler, but left behind and said it was called "Hound".
He remembered that the almond water was a fiction, but on the thirtieth hour he pulled the tab with his own hands.
He remembered someone going out.
After listening to his words, Liushou paused for a long time and said——
"I used to think so too."
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Gu Zhigui. Department of Journalism, 24 years old.
The name his grandfather gave him - "Zhigui", a person who knows the way back.
When he was a child, he thought the name was very rustic.
Now in his thirtieth hour in the back room, he began to think seriously:
This name is ironic, isn't it?
