My Sister Never Said She Was a Creepy Tale
After the Dean of Students left, Yue Yiyue looked at the Management Handbook now in her hand. She tucked the booklet into her pocket and turned back to check on the two people in the restroom.
When she walked into the restroom, she froze. Zhang Yang had vanished as if she had never been there. All that remained was a pure white feather. The feather slowly swayed in the air and finally landed on the tip of the nose of Zhao Heyi, who was lying on the ground and had just woken up.
Zhao Heyi looked at the feather in terror. Ignoring the pain in his face, he scrambled up and lunged toward Yue Yiyue: "Save me—" "She's coming to kill me. I didn't do it right." "Save me."
Tears and snot flew. His hands trembled, barely able to grasp Yue Yiyue's clothes. His eyes were filled with the fear of death. He continuously repeated and muttered: "I, you, her, no one can leave." "It was destined from that moment." "We were all deceived. I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong." "Zhang Yang, she is no longer Zhang Yang." "Nanqiu, Nanqiu… my Nanqiu."
Seeing Zhao Heyi's appearance, Yue Yiyue understood that he wasn't remorseful; he was facing the terror of dying again.
"You've already died once… why are you still here?" Yue Yiyue finally asked the question she was most curious about.
Zhao Heyi was stunned. He lowered his head and looked at himself: "Died once?" He didn't seem to understand why Yue Yiyue would say such a thing. "Died? Once?" He repeated. "Impossible. I am already immortal. I can't…" He turned his head and looked at the mirror in the restroom. Reflected in the mirror, he finally saw his appearance: shattered glasses, a flattened back of the head, and some dark red bloodstains.
He remembered. He remembered everything. When he went to the Art Studio, he wanted to deal with Zhang Yang beforehand, so he followed her. Then Zhang Yang dragged him and threw him off the corridor. He remembered. …He had always thought he was still alive… so he overlooked Zhang Yang's slightly confused face when she first saw him. So he overlooked Zhang Yang not letting him enter the classroom, but waiting for him here, letting him eliminate those people for her…
He was wrong. He shouldn't have bought that script-killing game. He shouldn't have accepted Zhang Yang's invitation. Nanqiu… Gu Nanqiu… he hadn't had the chance to tell her his feelings. Nanqiu… he hadn't had the chance to tell her thank you for her help. He regretted it, truly regretted it. If he hadn't listened to Zhang Yang's instigation, he would have pursued her after university. Even knowing Nanqiu's sexual orientation was female. She just hadn't dated a man…
He looked at Yue Yiyue distractedly, his face contorted: "Ahh—You, why did you let me know this…" "Liar, liar!!!" "It's all Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang, she…"
He still wanted to say something, but his entire body deflated like a punctured balloon, slowly shriveling until only a skin remained. Yue Yiyue stepped back, disgusted by the sight. A living person had died in front of her, yet there wasn't much emotion in her eyes. No fear, because she was already numb from the past few days. No worry, because she knew worry was useless. The only thought in her mind was: It's a good thing Nanqiu didn't see this. She would cry. After all, they were classmates for a long time.
Yue Yiyue looked at a wisp of residual soul in that spot. Soon, his mumbling reached Yue Yiyue's ears. "It's all because she hasn't tasted a man… otherwise… Nanqiu, let's… be together… Yes, I'm going… now…"
Yue Yiyue expressionlessly opened the employee handbook. Her finger traced down to article thirty-seven, looking at the instructions for handling residual souls. The first method was gentle absolution; the second was violent destruction.
A knock sounded. Yue Yiyue's hand movements paused. She cautiously walked to the restroom door, gripping the brick in her hand.
"Yue Yiyue, it's time to go back to the dorm." It was Ye Qiu's voice. Yue Yiyue wasn't surprised by her arrival.
"Do you have a lighter? I'm going to burn this thing." Yue Yiyue pulled the door open, looking at the person standing outside, and waved the residual soul she had squeezed into a ball: "This thing is lusting after something it can't have. Taboos are stuck between its two ears. It only survived this long because it talked less. It deserved to die."
"Burn it?" Ye Qiu walked over, pulled a lighter from her pocket, and the pale flame quickly ignited the residual soul. The fire tongue licked the soul clean bit by bit.
"Do you know the consequence of doing that is not being reborn as a human in your next life?" She admired Yue Yiyue's vivid expression. Then she pulled out a wet wipe, took Yue Yiyue's hand, and meticulously wiped it clean. Ye Qiu did it so naturally that Yue Yiyue didn't even react, despite there being a faucet nearby. She stood there obediently, allowing Ye Qiu to clean and sanitize her hand.
"Whether I can be reborn at all is the question," Yue Yiyue answered seriously.
Ye Qiu smiled and changed the subject: "I'm here to take you back to the dorm. It's getting a bit late." After saying that, she naturally took Yue Yiyue's hand and led her away from the restroom.
The restroom door closed again, and the place fell silent. The light bulb hanging overhead flickered for a moment, and the entire restroom transformed. Piles of corpses lay scattered everywhere, dismembered limbs, eyeballs, and various human organs were carelessly heaped up. The person in the middle of the restroom regretfully picked up the relatively new skin: "Another useless waste." Only Zhang Yang remained as a chess piece. She wondered how far she could go. You must keep Gu Nanqiu here. She cautiously took out a notebook and reverently kissed the pencil sketch portrait inside. She will replace Yue Yiyue.
The evening wind blew. Because of the rule that prohibits going out freely at night, there were few people on the road. Yue Yiyue naturally assumed this was a "privilege" granted by the Dean of Students. She didn't ask further. She followed Ye Qiu obediently. However, looking at their clasped hands, she still asked doubtfully: "Does it have to be like this?"
As soon as she spoke, Ye Qiu released her hand. Yue Yiyue saw the surrounding environment instantly change. Many "classmates" appeared around them. They all looked toward Yue Yiyue's location in unison. Yue Yiyue didn't hesitate, immediately grabbing Ye Qiu's hand, tightening her grip. The person next to her let out a delighted laugh: "Any other questions?"
Yue Yiyue honestly shook her head: "No."
She thought Ye Qiu might say something else, but she just silently held Yue Yiyue's hand and walked forward. Several times, Yue Yiyue almost gave in to the urge to ask Ye Qiu why she could see her situation and why her voice appeared when Zhang Yang did. But intuition told her that if she asked, Ye Qiu wouldn't tell, or she would have to agree to a condition. They walked in silence all the way to the dorm entrance.
"Go up now." Ye Qiu placed a warm meal in Yue Yiyue's hand: "You behaved very well today." So cute, her way of trying to figure things out earnestly is captivating. Her stomach was indeed a bit hungry. Yue Yiyue took the meal, thanked her politely. Having no cash, she thought for a moment: "Is there anything you need help with?"
"Go up now," Ye Qiu smiled. Yue Yiyue walked away too quickly, missing Ye Qiu's look of wanting to devour her whole. Ye Qiu looked at the faint red marks on Yue Yiyue's neck, flicked her finger, and the transparent little thing next to her instantly turned pink, wrapping around Ye Qiu's finger.
"She's truly slow-witted. Next time, I can be even more unrestrained…"
As soon as Yue Yiyue reached the floor, Gu Nanqiu hugged her tightly. Before she could say anything, Gu Nanqiu, as if she had seen something she shouldn't have, pulled Yue Yiyue into the bathroom. Hot water poured down, soaking both their clothes. The narrow space, the tightly closed door, the steam-filled bathroom—they stood there, both thoroughly drenched. The water made their clothes cling to their bodies, outlining the girl's appealing figure. Droplets of water continuously splashed onto her slender neck, slid down to her collarbone, and were finally intercepted by the faintly visible, beautiful lace trim.
Yue Yiyue dared not look any further down. She withdrew her gaze and looked at Gu Nanqiu's eyes, which were red like a little rabbit's. She softened her tone and embraced her: "I'm back. What's wrong? Did I get some strange smell on me?" Perhaps the water was too hot, but Yue Yiyue felt her ears turn completely red.
Gu Nanqiu sniffled and rubbed against Yue Yiyue like a kitten, whining in a drawn-out voice: "Yiyue, there's something dirty behind you. Should I wash it off for you, alright~" She emphasized again: "It's very dirty."
Perhaps it was something she picked up in the restroom. Yue Yiyue didn't doubt her.
"I'll do it myself—" Yue Yiyue gently held Nanqiu's eager hands, stepping back uncomfortably. Yue Yiyue awkwardly looked at the shelf where the body wash was kept. She loosened and tightened her grip on Gu Nanqiu's hand, saying shyly: "How about we wash separately?" "It's just… I'm always the one helping others. I'm not used to someone helping me."
Gu Nanqiu gave Yue Yiyue a demure smile: "Then, Yiyue, turn around, and I'll just wash the dirty stuff off your back and leave, okay?"
Since their clothes were already soaked, Yue Yiyue gave up on the idea, afraid she would catch a cold. Since it had come to this, Yue Yiyue decisively took off her clothes, and then motioned for Gu Nanqiu to turn around so she could wash her hair. At this moment, Yue Yiyue felt like she was back to washing her sisters' hair. She was no longer awkward, massaging Nanqiu's scalp and helping her relax her shoulders and neck.
Her hand slid across Gu Nanqiu's slightly thin back, landing on the delicate shoulder blades. Yue Yiyue subconsciously rubbed them: "You've lost weight recently."
"I'm fine." Gu Nanqiu closed her eyes, letting out a comfortable sigh: "Thank you, Yiyue."
Once she was sure all the foam was rinsed from her hair, Gu Nanqiu turned around. Her dark, wet hair against her pale face created a visual shock, like a dazzling mermaid on the sea surface. In the next moment, she could drag Yue Yiyue into the deep sea…
"Turn around, Yiyue. Let me wash off the dirty stuff, and be completely clean here," Gu Nanqiu blinked, flashing a sweet smile.