Qianye sat on the bed and turned off the content of his novel panel.
He looked at the closed door and then outside the window.
It was very calm outside, with only a slight cold breeze blowing from the window edge and pouring in through the cracks in the wooden frame, making the bedroom not too warm.
The clock on the wall is ticking.
It's eleven o'clock at night...
"The rules seem simple from the outset and revolve around what mom says."
He pulled out a notebook on the desk behind him and recorded his thoughts on it with a pen.
"Because Yin Fu didn't go to dinner before, he judged that he didn't listen to his mother, which caused his mother to have murderous intentions..."
"My mother just told me to stay in the house."
"Then the rules mentioned by this mother mean that every time she confesses something, an accident will happen?"
"If this is the case..."
"So, it starts from me tonight?"
The pen tip slides across the paper.
Black ink flows down the bead at the tip, writing the information Qianye has obtained from the beginning to the present.
He stopped writing when he wrote here, stood up and began to observe other things in his bedroom, preparing to familiarize himself with the layout of the room.
The wardrobe is pulled to the bottom...
Apart from a few scattered clothes, there were only a few spare items left, plus a few sets of mattresses and sheets.
The bottom of the small bed next to the cabinet is very low, leaving only a small gap.
You can't even sweep the dust out with a broom, so you can rule out someone hiding under the bed.
The desk is very simple.
In addition to the messy homework on the surface, there is also a broken-locked cabinet underneath. It is quite large and looks like it should be able to hold several semesters of study books.
Qianye opened the cabinet under the table.
Inside the wooden cabinet.
What comes into view is a large pile of brown envelopes...
No postal code was filled in, and no stamps were affixed, but when you picked up the envelope, you could clearly feel that there was something inside.
"Although this era is a little backward and does not yet have the convenient smartphones and communication software that are available today, looking at the development over time, PHS and the like should also become popular."
"Even if the discipline is strict and they are not allowed to buy mobile phones, they will still have landline phones... and they will not communicate by letters."
Feeling strange, Qianye opened the envelope.
There is a folded white paper inside.
Perhaps as a result of multiple foldings, the fold marks on the paper are very deep.
He opened the letter in his hand in confusion, wondering if there might be any important clues in it...
But after seeing the above content.
Only then did he realize that these things were a bit different from what he had imagined.
…
[Classmate Zhou Yanyan, I really like you, but I'm stupid and can't speak, so I never dare to get close to you. Do you know, ever since you and I became tablemates, I have a feeling
A very strange feeling.]
[I don’t know how to express this feeling. It’s strange. I’m obviously in control, but I still can’t help but think about you.]
【……】
[Having said so much, I don’t know what I want to express. If possible, I want to fall in love with you!]
[Signed: Qianye.]
【March 10, 2006.】
…
After being stunned,
Qianye closed the envelope and put it on the table. He didn't expect that the "original person" with this identity would secretly write a love letter and hide it in the cabinet.
Have the mindset of looking for clues.
He patiently continued to open all the remaining envelopes and read them all from beginning to end.
The sad thing is that after reading each one, Qianye's mood at this time can only be described in words.
All right.
There is more than one love letter like this.
Of course, to be precise, all the envelopes in the cabinet are love letters...
This is enough to almost fill the entire cabinet.
Each love letter has deep creases.
It was not difficult for Qianye to figure out the "original body" in this story world, this young man who was in high school...
When I sit at my desk every night, I use what I have learned throughout my life to express the ignorant love in my heart on a piece of paper that is not too big or too small.
Maybe read it again every time you finish writing.
You may feel that the sentences don't make sense.
If he modified it directly, he might think that the entire love letter would become untidy and unsightly, so he simply wrote a lot of it again and again under the warm yellow desk lamp at night.
The young man is very serious.
He was afraid that his handwriting would be crooked and ugly, and it could be seen that he was using the edge of the ruler as a horizontal line to write his emotions on it stroke by stroke.
The text content is very childish and immature.
He is very eager to express his inner feelings to the other person.
I really want the other person to know my thoughts.
He wrote a lot of letters, they were so densely packed that just reading them made him tired. Counting from the dates marked at the bottom, these love letters that made him rack his brains still took him a lot of time.
It's a pity.
This guy who is always bullied is very cowardly...
He is essentially a "softie".
Perhaps it was because I was afraid that I would be rejected or ridiculed, so these love letters ended up rotting in my hands.
Rotten in the cupboard.
Full of ashes...
Qianye is not too interested in the love history of the "original body".
He put all the envelopes in the cabinet aside casually, because he found that at the bottom of the envelope, there was a class photo.
It says on the photo that the photo was taken during the first year of high school.
When he picked it up, the first thing he did was turn to the back to see the students' names printed on it.
Fortunately, his guess was correct.
The students' names are usually printed on the back of the class photo...
"Qianye" is the last one in the third row.
It didn't take him long to find the young man standing in the corner. The young man seemed a little introverted.
Although the "original" appearance in the photo has not lost its childishness, it can be seen that it looks very similar to him.
Even when Chino saw this photo.
I think I might have looked like this when I was in high school.
"This is not just a plot that was inserted halfway, even the names and looks were so similar before this..."
Qianye looked at the photos in front of him and thought about the structure of the world.
According to the current understanding, this world is somewhat similar to the setting of parallel time and space.
It has a separate plot and a separate story.
It's just that the original "Qianye" role in this story was taken over by him now...
"Then the presence of Yutian High School in this story means there is a connection between the two?"
"Still..."
At this time.
Qianye suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the upper right corner of the class photo.
That's the background behind everyone.
In the corridor of the teaching building.
A girl in a white dress stood there quietly...
"Is this a room?"
"Why is she in the photo?!"
Qianye's brows furrowed. He looked carefully at the white figure in the photo. Even though the facial features were not very clear due to the distance, he could still tell that the girl looked almost exactly the same as Yuma.
"Has anyone been in this world before me?"
He noticed the direction of the eyes in the photo.
It is stuck on the young man with a youthful face in the photo.
"Why are you looking at him?"
"If we extrapolate according to the timeline of this world, it should have been two years ago..."
"Is it possible that I came here two years ago and still know Qianye from this world?"
"What exactly is going on..."
In the midst of his thoughts, a strange noise suddenly came from the cabinet behind Qianye.
He subconsciously turned around and looked back.
The cabinet still looks the same, there is nothing strange about it, as if the voice just heard was an illusion.
Qianye stared at the cabinet and increased his concentration.
When something like this happens in a horror story and is considered an auditory hallucination, it is probably due to circumstances.
Only then did he suddenly remember.
I am still following my mother's rules at this time...
After my mother gives the order, something weird will come to me.
The clock on the wall is mostly gone.
The classic midnight hour in ghost stories is getting closer and closer.