And he said, What are you ...... No shadow?! ”

In the dormitory that gradually darkened, when Sun Han finished telling the last sentence of the story in a mysterious way, he blinked his eyes expectantly and looked at his good roommate who had always been bold, but Wang Han turned a deaf ear and threw himself into the campus BBS to do rescue work, and it took a long time before he reluctantly nodded.

"Nice ghost story." He said perfunctorily.

Sun Han was deflated, sighed and threw himself into the lower bunk on Wang Han's left, and stopped talking. It was dusk, and the last sunset outside the window was like a layer of golden snow on his face. Ye Yao, Cai Zhekai and Lin Yan had already gone separately to work on their own rescue missions, while Wang Han and Sun Han returned to their dormitories after coming out of the school archives, opened the campus BBS, and closely monitored Ling Zihan and Wang Ye's every post, so as to make a timely support response.

"How's it going?" Sun Han simply closed his eyes. Because Wang Han likes to do things in a big way, he became the only idler in the rescue team. Hearing him ask, Wang Han nodded silently, and turned the screen of the laptop to Sun Han, who had just opened his eyes, to show it - the page stayed at the last reply of the post, Wang Han put on an anonymous vest for himself, and coldly replied to the post with the names of Ling Zihan and Wang Ye.

"It's hard to say." Wang Han replied calmly, he turned the screen back in front of him, and clicked on the BBS page to refresh. The speed of the campus network has always been very slow, and the small circle of refreshment cannot be stopped at all. Wang Han simply didn't look at it, closed the notebook with a snap, and turned his head to look at Sun Han who was lying on the bed with nothing to do.

In fact, after being a roommate for two years, Wang Han felt that he still didn't understand him.

"Aren't you worried?" After a pause, watching Sun Han turn his gaze to himself, Wang Han asked, "My eldest brother and An Ling Zihan are not very familiar with you, but Gu Shengluo is your cousin after all......"

He didn't say any more, but Sun Han already understood what Camille meant. He slowly opened his eyes, stared at the bare bed on the top in a daze, and for a while, he actually smiled quietly.

“…… Actually, how can you not be worried. Sun Han moved his head and turned his gaze to Wang Han, "But what's the use of worrying?" If you want me to say, those of us who stayed, after doing what we can do, should relax a little more than be in a hurry. ”

Wang Han also looked at him, and the electric fan above his head was spinning slowly.

"I'm not like you, I can do a lot of things, and the biggest advantage from childhood to adulthood is just to think about it. So I thought, everyone has their own tasks, what is my mission? Maybe it's time to play something else, like when everyone is nervous, I can try to make a joke and let everyone relax. ”

Sun Han sat up with a pillow and stuck out his tongue: "Maybe it's some naïve thoughts, I'm sorry." ”

For ten seconds, Wang Han didn't say a word.

"It's okay, you're right." Eventually, the black-haired young man cramped himself up, reached out and turned up the wind on the electric fan, and asked a little awkwardly, "Do you drink Coke?" Also, can you say the ghost story just now? ”

Gu Sheng took a small step back as if he were facing a great enemy.

"It's a bit sad." Wang Ye sighed, "I actually discovered the problem of shadows, but I didn't say it explicitly. Besides, Gu Shengluo, didn't you notice that your shadow had faded a little? ”

Gu Sheng was stunned for a moment, lowered his head, and then carefully observed his shadow. When Ling Zihan heard this, he immediately stepped up, squatted down without worrying about the excitement, and stared at the edge of the shadow to compare carefully.

"It's getting lighter." The brown-haired elder nodded his head and pointed to the shadow of the desk and chair next to him, "Look, the shadow here is pure black, is Gu Shengluo's shadow a little transparent in comparison?" ”

"It's 80 percent transparent." Wang Ye answered his words smoothly.

"It's not a canvas, what transparency is open." Gu Shengluo remembered his sister who loved painting, so he said casually, "Since you have discovered it earlier, can you explain the reason?" ”

"I know you're worried about something, but we're definitely not dead anyway." Ling Zihan said, "According to Brother Cai Zhexuan, if you die here, you should disappear directly, and now we are just starting to disappear from the shadow, and at worst, we are only in a state between life and death." ”

"That's great news." Wang Ye smiled coldly.

Ling Zihan shook his head helplessly, and continued to say to Gu Shengluo: "The shadow of me and Wang Ye has completely disappeared, but Gu Shengluo's shadow has only become more transparent, so combined with the information we already know, we can basically speculate on two possibilities." ”

"The degree to which the shadow disappears is directly proportional to the time it takes to enter the space." Wang Ye touched his chin, "Or, it's proportional to how forgotten we are." ”

"It doesn't have to be just one variable." Gu Shengluo also understood, and reminded, "The three things are likely to be positively related to each other. ”

"Without conclusive evidence, the most we can only speculate on is here." Ling Zihan shrugged, "In short, the disappearance of the shadow is never a good thing. But before that, Gu Shengluo, can you answer the question I just asked? ”

Gu Shengluo finally pulled his gaze out of his shadow: "What's the problem?" ”

"As Wang Ye proposed, the meeting between the three of us is too much of a coincidence, and I suspect that something is secretly helping us, so can you think about it? Think about what it was like before you came in. ”

Gu Shengluo recalled carefully.

"I remember being alone in a storage room before pushing open the classroom door. I was going to sit down, calm down, and figure out what to do next, when I suddenly felt the air start to get cold, and then ......," she paused, and continued, "and then I heard footsteps and sighs behind me, and the broom in the storage room suddenly fell on its own. I thought something was wrong, so I quickly pushed the door and went out. ”

"And then I met you."

After Gu Shengluo finished speaking, he glanced at Wang Ye and Ling Zihan, who were deep in thought at the same time: "This is the case, so, what conclusion have you drawn?" ”

"Have you noticed that almost every time we change rooms, it's after something weird happens?" Wang Ye said suddenly.

"First the temperature drops, then either you see ghosts, you hear strange noises, or you feel that the atmosphere has changed eeriely. I've been wondering, are these things going to be there when we've been in the room for a long time, or are they just coming up when we need to? So many strange things, shadows, voices, and even directly appearing figures, are scary to look at, but they never really do us any harm. So, what is the point of their appearance, just to scare us? ”

"What do you mean?" Gu Sheng said in a deep voice.

Wang Ye and Ling Zihan glanced at each other and said their guess: "I think, maybe, they are helping us." ”

In this space, the passage is constantly changing, and when you open the door at different times, you will face different landscapes. Who can grasp the laws of spatial change? They don't know, but they do. The reason is unknown, but they never hurt them, but dragged their mutilated, ugly, horrible bodies and tried to make a sound, trying to show them the only viable path.

[One-two-three, it's time to go.] ]

They say that, and no one understands. But it doesn't matter, try again, or simply scare them away, and in any case, please don't end up like them.

Ill will indeed be everywhere in this space. But this misunderstood malice never comes from the dead, but from the greedy space itself. The tenderness of the dead is like the encounter after their separation, and countless pairs of kind hands in the darkness hold the lotus leaves, allowing the dewdrops that are forced to be separated to converge in the center.

"Run."

Where to flee? Why run away?

Now, at last, they understand what they are saying.