In the cubicle of the women's restroom on the third floor of the library, I clutched my phone, my hands shaking all the time.
The anonymous email was still on the screen: "Want to know the truth? Wednesday night at 12 o'clock, third floor of the old library."
I have been staring at this line of text for almost twenty minutes. I received it after class. The sender was a string of garbled characters, and the IP address showed that it was within the school. I tried replying "Who are you?", But the message directly showed that the message failed to be sent, as if it was intercepted by something.
Wednesday night at 12pm. That's tonight.
The old library was closed by the school three years ago due to structural problems, and even the security guards were too lazy to patrol it. You want me to go to that kind of place in the middle of the night? You would go there only if you have a brain disease.
But I went anyway.
It's not because of courage, it's because of Lin Yue.
While eating in the cafeteria in the afternoon, I glanced at the top of her head pretending to be casual. There are fewer pages in the book again, three or four pages less than yesterday. The flipping speed became faster, so fast that my heart beat faster. Lin Yue was still laughing and complaining to me about the shaking hands of the aunt in the cafeteria, saying that her portion of braised pork only had three pieces.
I can't laugh.
On the way back to the dormitory after dinner, I went around to the old library to explore the area on the pretext of picking up a courier. After walking around, I found that the lock on a window on the side was broken and could be pushed open with a little force.
When I returned to the dormitory, I took out the flashlight in my bag and fully charged my phone.
When we went to bed, Lin Yue asked me: "Why are you so restless today?"
"I can't write the paper." I made up a reason casually.
She didn't say anything, turned over and handed me a candy: "Don't stay up too late."
I hummed and held the candy in my hand. It was so hard that it hurt my hands.
Half past eleven in the evening...
