There is a corridor in the north area of Yunjiang University that has no sign and students privately call it the No Return Corridor.
No one dared to walk from there after eleven o'clock at night. It's not a school rule, but everyone knows that the light at the end of the corridor will turn on by itself. After the light goes off, someone will be dead in the corner of the corridor the next morning, with his eyes open and the corners of his mouth turned up, as if he saw something good.
Thirteen people died in twenty years. The police gave the same explanation: cardiac arrest.
Zihao was assigned to the dormitory next to the No Return Corridor on his first day of registration. He learned some things from his master - how to recognize the road, how to listen to sounds, how to turn around and leave when something goes wrong. He originally planned to spend four years in college peacefully, and other things had nothing to do with him.
But on the first night, he discovered that there was light coming from under the crack of the door. It's not the color of the tube.
Then his roommate died. Fourteenth.
Zihao started to investigate. What is behind the door at the end of the corridor, why people have died every year for twenty years, why his childhood sweetheart Chen Xiaohua said she could hear someone talking deep in the corridor, and the teacher named Ji - he always felt that she was watching him somewhere.
He doesn't necessarily want to care about it.
But the light in the crack of the door became brighter and brighter.
