On the seventh day after the roommate disappeared, the bell in the old school building rang by itself.
There was a school-wide power outage. The radio said: Latecomers will be late at their own risk.
I dragged Shen Hanzhou, the coldest person in the school, and ran in the opposite direction.
He pressed me against the wall and put his fingertips against the pulse on the side of my neck: "Your heart is beating so fast - are you afraid of the things in the building, or are you afraid of me?"
We will fall into a "copy" every half month. The old school building, the sanatorium, the last subway train... Every level is peeling off a layer of skin.
What I didn't tell him was that I could find him in every copy. It's like something is guiding us.
It's like there is something waiting for us to reach the end.
