Chapter 110: She is a Noble Urban Legend
At Shihhekou Middle School, on the third floor of Teaching Building No. 1, in a classroom at the end of the corridor.
It seemed that a severe fire had occurred here, as the walls were charred black, with deep and shallow scorch marks twisted in odd shapes, looking like souls in agony struggling in the sea of flames.
An oppressive atmosphere filled the air, and the temperature in the classroom showed no change; yet, being in it gave a feeling of unusual heat throughout the body.
Even more bizarre was that the abandoned desks and chairs were intact, with no signs of being burnt, as if they had “grown” back after the fire.
The little maid, Ahua, looked around with a serious expression. She had read the file on Shihhekou Middle School, which indeed mentioned a classroom that had been burned down.
However, that classroom was not in Teaching Building No. 1 but deeper within the abandoned campus in Teaching Building No. 3.
Ahua frowned, and a terrifying hypothesis emerged in her mind.
Could it be…
This damned school has already “come back to life”?
Have the various classrooms serving as its “organs” started to move randomly? Ahua wondered.
Among the urban legend incidents that the Siye Society has dealt with over the years, there have been rumors of urban legend gathering spots long spreading, where ultimately all urban legends form a stronger and more terrifying whole in a manner that hovers between mutual consumption and fusion.
Such a born whole is more chaotic and unstable than independent urban legends and possesses greater destructiveness.
Under Ahua’s watch, members of the Special Action Team flipped over desks and chairs, carefully examining every corner of the classroom.
Before long, a member of the Special Action Team suddenly got up and waved to Ahua and his teammates, “Come over here, we’ve found something.”
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately stopped their work and gathered around.
In the pale light of the flashlight, the floor was covered with melted and cooled metal imprints. Looking at those handprints, just from the twisted and struggling shapes, one could feel the painful emotions contained within; after staring for too long, a mournful wailing seemed to echo in the ears.
Ahua stared at those handprints for a few seconds and said, “Collect fingerprints from these; we’ll take them back later and compare them with the data of recently missing persons.”
“Understood!” The member who discovered the handprints replied and then took out a simple fingerprint collecting tool from his portable toolkit.
Ahua looked at the other two and said, “Let him handle that for now; let’s continue checking to see if we can find any other clues and details.”
“Okay!” The two replied in unison and resumed searching.
……
In front of Teaching Building No. 1.
Du Sixian’s Team B hurriedly arrived, entering through the dark doorway, their figures quickly swallowed by the darkness.
As soon as she stepped into the teaching building, Du Sixian felt a strange sensation, as if there were many people hidden in the obscured darkness ahead, watching this way with greedy yet fearful eyes, like a group of malevolent onlookers.
“Pat—pat—!”
Three members of the accompanying Special Action Team simultaneously turned on their strong flashlights, revealing the dust-laden teaching building shrouded in darkness.
Dust floated in the murky air, large patches of unknown stains marred the yellowed walls, and the metal doors and window frames on both sides of the corridor were heavily rusted.
The scene before her seemed even more dilapidated than the last time she visited; although less than a month had passed, Du Sixian felt an odd impression that time itself must have warped within this derelict school.
Since entering Shihhekou Middle School, she had been carefully suppressing her every move, trying to act as if she were exceptionally unfamiliar with the place.
When she heard that Team C had reported a special discovery on the third floor of Teaching Building No. 1 through the d*ath-Owl Badge, her emotions inevitably flared into panic.
All this time, she hadn’t told anyone about her previous visit to Shihhekou Middle School, as if a voice in her subconscious was stopping her from doing so.
She felt that this was the right thing to do and did not resist her subconscious guidance.
Noticing Du Sixian’s unease, An Qing placed a hand on her shoulder, as if to encourage her, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Don’t be afraid; as a member of the Siye Society, you’ll often see scenes like this in the future.”
“Yeah!” The accompanying members of the Special Action Team chimed in, “Miss Du, the wisdom of the urban legends here is low, and they usually won’t attack us unless provoked.”
“This isn’t anything; when we carry out missions in that graveyard, my goodness! There’s a ghost blocking the way every five steps and a living corpse every ten steps; I almost wet myself then.”
“Exactly; just leave everything to us! Be brave, little lady, after we finish this mission, we’ll treat you to skewers!”
Did they sound strange? Du Sixian looked at the three Special Action Team members, who at that moment seemed like heroic generals on a stage.
“Ha! Enough, you guys. Stop messing with the girl.” An Qing chatted playfully with the passing members of the Special Action Team, then turned back to Du Sixian to explain, “Don’t mind them; they always like to set ‘flags’ before a mission, the more the better.”
“What’s the saying? Oh right, extremes lead to reversal! If it’s extremely ominous, then it’s auspicious; this can be considered a special tradition of the Huacheng Siye Society’s Special Action Team, right?”
Du Sixian, “…”
This tradition… really is hard to put into words!
“By the way, this tradition was also left behind by that wastrel genius!”
Du Sixian was momentarily stunned. An Qing had once told her that the legendary genius was an idol for many members of the Special Action Team with poor spiritual talent, who were not even capable of becoming spiritual ability users.
Imitating an idol is indeed a normal thing to do.
Du Sixian initially thought that the legendary figure who pioneered the path of spiritual ability users would be somewhat aloof, but now that she heard An Qing say this, she found him somewhat interesting and endearing.
……
When Du Sixian, along with An Qing’s group, arrived in that familiar classroom on the third floor, Ahua had already led Team C of the Special Action Team to examine a large portion of the desks and chairs, with only the corners of the classroom yet untouched.
Upon entering the classroom, An Qing frowned slightly at the scene before her. She exchanged glances with Ahua and then turned to Du Sixian and the Special Action Team members.
“Shall we help out as well?”
“Sure thing!” Everyone responded in unison, spreading out and checking each desk and chair.
Scenes from her memories surged back, and Du Sixian stood dazed for a moment.
How did this classroom become like this?
Could this be the traces left by the high person fighting those urban legends?
It’s terrifying; looking at it this way, the high person probably risked their life to save me!
Du Sixian compared the destruction caused by her use of the Red Flame Flash with the extent of damage to the walls of this classroom and couldn’t help but secretly marvel at the high person’s power.
“Du Sixian? Are you okay?”
“N-no, I’m fine.”
She was lost in thought for quite a while until An Qing called out her name, bringing her back to her senses as she walked towards a corner of the classroom.
She followed the others, carefully checking under a desk, gently tipping the desk over and searching the drawer before quickly moving to the next area.
In the meantime, she vaguely heard the whispers between An Qing and Ahua.
“What’s the situation? Was there anything discovered before we came?”
“Well, seeing the scene here, I initially thought it was a complete integration of the school, but upon closer examination, I found that things aren’t quite as I imagined.” Ahua said.
“What do you mean?” An Qing frowned.
“I sensed residual spirit energy fluctuations from an urban legend battle here, as well as traces of a special ritual being conducted.”
“Are you sure it was only an urban legend battle? Any signs of spiritual ability users?” An Qing probed further.
“I’m sure.” Ahua said firmly.
Upon hearing this, Du Sixian’s complexion changed slightly.
How could this be? From what they were saying, there were no signs of any battle having been fought by spiritual ability users here?
So the high person is just an urban legend? Does that mean I should…
No, even if the high person is an urban legend, she isn’t an evil urban legend; didn’t she save me?
No wonder her movements are so mysterious; it turns out it’s because of this, not wanting to be discovered by the Siye Society?
Perhaps the voice that guided me to the Siye Society in my dreams was also the high person’s doing; she didn’t want me to keep in contact with an urban legend like her, but wanted me to walk the right path!
Du Sixian thought, and the image of Luxianbei in her mind instantly transformed from that of an otherworldly high person into that of a noble urban legend with a kind heart, misunderstood by others, silently toiling in darkness.
She then perked up her ears and began to listen intently to An Qing and Ahua’s conversation.
“However, even though we can confirm that an urban legend battle took place here, it’s…”
“The time span is too long, and it’s impossible to accurately determine the type?” An Qing interrupted.
As an operative in the Siye Society responsible for urban legend corpse autopsy verification and scene analysis, An Qing was particularly aware of such circumstances.
The accuracy of analyzing the type of urban legends through residual spirit energy fluctuations is greatly influenced by time.
A skilled spiritual ability user proficient in analytical methods and spell formulas can almost completely restore the characteristics and abilities of a specific urban legend within one hour.
If it exceeds twenty-four hours, the information that can be gathered would plummet sharply; after a week, one could only acquire some superficial and vague information.
If it exceeds a month, forget about obtaining any information; even the analytical methods and spell formulas would likely fail.
While Du Sixian listened to An Qing and Ahua’s back-and-forth, she was searching among the desks and chairs, unknowingly inserting her hand into one of the desks and feeling something.
The object had a smooth and hard surface, giving off a faint coolness. The moment Du Sixian touched it, her heart jolted, almost crying out in surprise, followed by a wave of inexplicably familiar sensation.
She took a deep breath to calm her emotions, grasped the object, and nonchalantly pulled out a bit. Upon seeing a corner of it, her pupils constricted sharply.
Just as she suspected, she immediately recognized that the object was the white porcelain plate previously used by the Pharaoh and others during the Ouija board game.
At that moment, she overheard An Qing and Ahua’s conversation.
“Well, there’s nothing I can do; if we could find any special items, we could take them back and let Gu Xiliu access them in her dreams.”
“She just sleeps all day; perhaps that’s all she’s good for?”
“That’s right; if she had any talent, we would have used her for pigeon soup ages ago!” An Qing teased.
