The new moon of September comes earlier than usual.
The air was filled with a wet earthy smell, mixed with the smell of fallen leaves that were about to rot.
Shen Wan was walking on the stone road leading to Building B of the Department of Philosophy. The old locust trees beside the road had sparse leaves. The sunlight passed through the gaps, casting mottled and broken light and shadow under his feet.
He didn't like this kind of light, like someone's prying eyes, it was everywhere and unpredictable.
A scream broke the morning silence.
The voice was shrill, short, and filled with the fear of being strangled by the throat, coming from the direction of the old fence on the west side.
There is the edge of the college. An old wall covered with ivy separates the campus from the wild forest in the back mountain.
Several students who were studying in the morning were alarmed and followed the sound.
Shen Wan stopped. He instinctively did not want to get close to trouble, but that wall... He remembered that his mother mentioned in her diary that it was the boundary of the old residence of the Shen family.
