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Leaving the teaching building, I led the three kids swiftly toward the laboratory building.

A person disappearing right under our noses was unsettling, to say the least. Although it might just be a prank they orchestrated themselves, as an adult, my priority was her safety.

Because only I knew that this school might actually be haunted.

Ignoring the bullet screen comments from the Water Friends, we followed the weed-covered path to the entrance of the laboratory building.

It had six floors and looked much larger than the teaching building.

“This is how Japanese elite education works. Students learn limited theoretical knowledge in class, while most of the teaching happens in the laboratory building. They focus more on practical skills.”

The main door of the laboratory building was locked and sealed with tape. As I approached to inspect it, I noticed that the tape, though old, hadn’t been torn. This meant the door hadn’t been opened since it was last closed.

“Then there’s no need to check this building.” If no one could get in, Shen Meng couldn’t have been taken inside.

“Streamer, look at this.” As if something was playing tricks on me, Xiumu pointed to a window on the left side of the first floor. “You can get in through here!”

I went to the window. All the windows were sealed and locked, except this one, which was half-open.

It seemed to be deliberately indicating that someone had just entered through it, as the window swayed slightly in the wind, making a soft whistling sound.

“You all wait outside. I’ll go in and take a look.”

“No way! Shen Meng is my girlfriend. I have to go in.”

“Let’s all search together. More people means more help.” Xiumu, who had almost been punched by Xue Fei earlier, was now a bit more subdued.

Since they insisted on coming, I couldn’t just leave the youngest, Yingzi, outside alone. “Alright, let’s go in together. If we encounter any danger, don’t panic.”

With that, I lifted the camera with one hand and was the first to enter the room.

This seemed to be an art classroom. Old easels were piled in the corner. I flipped through a few and could vaguely make out some rather grotesque colors on them.

“Artists have a different taste.” Closing the easel, I swung my phone for light, and suddenly a blank face appeared in my view, startling me. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was just a plastic model.

“If someone with a weaker heart saw this at night, they’d probably be scared to tears.” The plastic model was blocking the door. I tried to move it aside, but it was surprisingly heavy, not hollow, feeling like I was holding a real person.

After laying it flat on the ground, I took a closer look at the model’s face. Some mischievous student had doodled all over it, painting it with various colors. I also noticed a name written on its bald head: Guo Junjie.

“Did Guo Junjie draw this?” I quickly realized I was wrong. Following the head down, I saw the model’s entire back was covered with all sorts of insulting words.

“Poor kid.” Every class has one of those children-quiet, withdrawn, inexplicably becoming the scapegoat for everyone else’s frustrations, isolated, and bullied.

The words on the back of the model showed signs of being wiped away by clothing, yet above those marks, more hateful words were densely packed together.

I imagined the scene-a poor child desperately rubbing the model with their school uniform, while others laughed maniacally, using paint-dipped pens to scrawl maliciously over the cleaned areas, even writing on the child’s clothes, body, and face.

Some say children are always innocent, because sometimes they don’t even realize how cruel their actions can be.

Touching the model’s head, I recalled my own childhood, “There was a time when I was bullied too.”

“And then?” Xiumu and Xue Fei climbed into the art room.

I grinned, “Then, I started carrying a fruit knife in my backpack.”

“No way, Streamer had such a fiery past? What happened after that?”

“After that, I got expelled and was out of school for a long time. Eventually, I had no choice but to attend the Police Academy.” I spoke with a hint of nostalgia, “If I had just endured it back then, maybe I’d be a lawyer or a doctor now.”

My hand reached the door, the lock had been forcibly removed, the lock head lying among the art boards.

“No signs of tools being used, looks like it was just yanked off.” I pulled the door open a crack, the corridor outside was pitch black, nothing visible.

“Let’s go, we’ll never find Shen Meng hiding here.” Xiumu urged, not showing concern for Shen Meng, but rather an excited gleam in his eyes.

“You three better hold hands and stick to the wall. If you encounter anything beyond the ordinary, return the way we came immediately, understood?” I repeated my warning, worried something might happen to the kids.

“Why don’t you worry about yourself, you’re so annoying.” With Shen Meng missing, Xue Fei was growing impatient.

I stopped talking, using my phone’s light, inching along the wall.

“Bang…” Someone knocked something over, the sound was faint, but in the silent laboratory building, it was clear.

“It wasn’t us.” The four of us stood still, ensuring there was nothing at our feet.

“Bang…” Soon, the strange sound echoed again.

Xiumu tugged at my clothes, “It seems to be coming from the far end of the first floor, let’s go check it out.”

My original plan was to search each classroom one by one, but since he mentioned it, it felt unsettling not to investigate.

We passed two laboratories whose purposes were unknown, ahead was the staircase to the second floor, illuminated by the light, revealing exactly twelve steps.

“Hey, have you heard the story of the thirteen steps? It’s said that if a naughty child comes to school at midnight, the usual twelve steps will become thirteen, and stepping on that extra step leads to another world.” Xiumu whispered mysteriously.

“Can you be quiet for a moment?” Xue Fei pushed Xiumu against the wall, “Stop telling those stories! There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

Watching the two of them argue, I felt an inexplicable irritation.

“I heard that if you step on that step, you’ll see what you look like after you die, because the thirteenth step is your own corpse.”

Of course, I’d heard the story of the thirteen steps before. In fact, before coming here, I specifically looked up various versions online because the term appeared in the Underworld Showroom task prompt.

“Streamer, is that true?” they both asked in unison. In the darkness, I couldn’t see their expressions.

“Of course it’s not true. It’s just a made-up story. If you want to hear it, once we find Shen Meng, I can tell you stories for three days and nights.”

We passed by the stairs, feeling our way toward the source of the sound.

“Bang, bang…”

Finally, the four of us reached the deepest part of the first floor of the laboratory building, and just then, that strange sound abruptly stopped.

“It must have come from here, right?” The three of us exchanged glances. To our surprise, the deepest part of the laboratory building was a restroom.

I picked up the camera, eyes on the phone screen. If there was anything unclean inside the restroom, it should show up on the recording.

“I’ll go in first. You guys stay outside.”

Pushing open the restroom door, there was no unpleasant smell inside, given that five years had passed.

Upon entering, the first thing I saw was the washbasin. Above the three sinks was a large mirror.

Covered in cracks and dust, with scarlet letters painted in what looked like paint: “Kill you all! Kill you all! Die! Die! Die!”

“How much resentment is there?” I wiped the mirror with my hand. Perhaps due to the angle, my reflection was so blurry that I couldn’t be sure it was me.

Turning the faucet, the first two were broken. When I turned the third, a gurgling sound came from the pipes, and soon a thick liquid flowed out.

“No, it can’t be blood, can it?”

I reached out to catch a bit, bringing it up to my eyes…