Today was supposed to be the National Day holiday. Some people went out to travel, while others went home.
I don't want to go home, nor do I want to go anywhere to play. I hate traveling.
Whether it's a car or a train, I feel nauseous after sitting for half an hour, as if I'm going to die.
My name is Qiao Naihe. He was a second-year student at the Ancient Western Academy.
It was already noon, but Wang Sicheng was still in bed and had locked the door. This was contrary to his behavior. He heard that he woke up early every day. Why was he still not up at noon today?
"Wang Sicheng! Let's go eat together." I leaned against the door of their dormitory and shouted.
There was silence in the dormitory. Wang Sicheng did not answer me.
After shouting a few times, I also felt bored. I just want to find someone to eat with me so that eating won't be so boring. I woke up at ten in the morning. I haven't had breakfast yet, so I'm starving. Since he doesn't answer me, I can't be bothered with him.
There seemed to be a very strange smell floating in Wang Sicheng's dormitory. It was a kind of stench, but it made people feel a little quiet. The taste was very light, so I didn't think much about it and went down to eat.
After dinner, I couldn't help but come to Wang Sicheng's dormitory. The door was still locked, proving that Wang Sicheng had never come out.
Could it be that something had happened to Wang Sicheng? My heart thumped as I suddenly had this idea.
I shouted a few more times into the dormitory, but there was still no answer. I was a little flustered. My intuition told me that something might have really happened to Wang Sicheng inside. Although my intuition is rarely accurate, I chose to trust it this time.
The dormitory door wasn't very strong. I kicked it a few times and broke the latch inside the door. "Bang!" The door opened.
In Wang Sicheng's dormitory, I saw a terrifying scene.
Wang Sicheng lay on his computer desk without moving. Wang Sicheng's computer was still on, and the screen was covered in blood.
Wang Sicheng…was dead?
Wang Sicheng's head suddenly tilted to one side and faced me.
A long metallic object pierced through Wang Sicheng's right eye and seemed to have pierced into his brain.
The corners of Wang Sicheng's mouth curled up, looking like he was smiling.
He's smiling at me!
Is he smiling at me?
He's smiling at me!
I admit that I am a very timid person. The moment Wang Sicheng turned his face to me, I was so scared that I sat on the ground. My entire body was cold and I had no strength. I couldn't even get up.
After a long time, I smiled bitterly. He didn't know if it was a self-mockery of his own cowardice, or if he was speechless at Wang Sicheng's joke after his death.
I didn't dare to touch Wang Sicheng's corpse. He should already be dead.
It seemed like it was a long time before I called the police. My hands kept trembling, and it was difficult for me to press the button. After dialing a few times, she finally called the police.
"We…we have…someone…someone…dead.”My voice trembled.
After hanging up the phone, I suddenly burst into tears. It was unknown whether it was because it was the first time he had seen a dead person, or because he could not believe that Wang Sicheng had died like this. Wasn't everything fine yesterday? Why was it like this today? Murder? He had never heard of Wang Sicheng having any grudges with anyone.
I sat on the floor of Wang Sicheng's dormitory and found that my right foot was a little itchy. When I looked over, I found that there seemed to be a white thread-like worm on my right foot. How could I see such a small thing? Illusion, this must be an illusion. The worm squirmed a few times and disappeared. No one knew where it had gone. This is an illusion, this must be an illusion, I told myself. It seems that witnessing Wang Sicheng's death with my own eyes has given me quite a shock.
So I'm really a coward.
When I was making my statement at the police station, my mind was buzzing. I didn't know what I had said to them.
They won't suspect that I killed Wang Sicheng, right?
I didn't kill him, so why should I be afraid?
I was scared. What if they thought I was lying and treated me as the murderer?
It's okay. I didn't kill him. I believe there's still justice in this world.
But…what if?
They sent me back to school. Before they left, they said to me," Don't be afraid. Just pretend that this never happened. Go back and have a good rest.”
Don't be afraid? How could I not be afraid? Wang Sicheng's face was too scary. The ground was covered in blood. His face was pale.
"Naihe, you're back." The one who spoke to me was Ying Bei. Only the two of us were left in the dormitory. He went out early this morning.
"Yes." I nodded weakly.
Ying Bei looked at me. After a moment of silence, he finally said," Wang Sicheng…is dead.”
Ying Bei and I looked at each other in silence.
Wang Sicheng is dead. We all know that.
As for why he died, we don't know.
When I slept at night, I felt unusually cold. Gu Xianyang was a southern country, so October shouldn't be so cold. The blanket on his body seemed to be insufficient.
I touched my chest. It was so cold. The temperature shouldn't have changed. My heart turned cold.
Maybe I'm sick. However, it's the middle of the night now, so I don't want to run out. Even if I'm sick, it shouldn't be serious. Although I am not in good health and often fall sick, I am still very sensitive to my physical condition. This situation shouldn't affect me too much.
I felt that my right leg was very itchy, so I reached out and scratched it. Not long after, my hand felt slippery.
I reached for the small flashlight on the bedside table to check. The lights in the school are off at night, so this small flashlight is a must-have item for me.
My hands were covered in bright red blood. Why did my hands feel so slippery? I immediately understood that it was all my blood.
My legs are getting itchy.
I lifted the blanket and saw that other than the bleeding part of my leg, there were thumb-sized black pustules all over my leg. The reason why I feel itchy is most likely because of these black pustules. I suddenly wanted to break the pustules one by one, even though what I should be doing now was calling the ambulance.
However, I didn't choose the most correct path. I chose to use the small scissors to pierce through the black pustules one by one.
The blood on my leg kept flowing, but I didn't feel any pain. Am I already numb? Or…am I just dreaming?
A black pustule was punctured, and dark brown pus flowed out. More blood followed, and a new pustule would grow not far away. Not long after, my legs were only left with pieces of rotten meat. However, there were still a lot of black pustules growing out of the rotten flesh.
I was furious and determined to cut off the flesh on my leg piece by piece. He didn't feel any pain when he cut the meat, and he didn't even make any sound. At the very least, Ying Bei had not woken up because of this.
I think…I'm going to die.
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