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Yang Su read the letter several times, feeling a buzzing in his head. What had Wang Lanzhi discovered before her death? Why was Zhou Yue able to hear the bell but remain unharmed?
As he pondered this, he heard footsteps coming from downstairs. Someone was coming up, walking lightly as if trying not to disturb anyone. He instinctively hid the letter and closed his eyes, pretending to sleep. The door creaked open gently, and someone entered.
It was Old Woman Zhong's voice: "Is he still not awake?"
"He's still out of it," another voice replied—it was Zhang San Shui—"but he should wake up soon."
"That bell is truly sinister," Old Woman Zhong sighed. "For years, anyone who hears it can't escape."
"This kid is different," Zhang San Shui said. "He has a strange aura about him, just like that guy with the surname Gu."
"Gu Linshan?" Old Woman Zhong scoffed. "If that guy weren't so curious, he wouldn't have..."
"Shh!" Zhang San Shui suddenly lowered his voice. "Don't say any more. Right now, we need to keep an eye on Zhou Yue; she knows too much."
"Her mother is just like that, always snooping around," Old Woman Zhong said. "That girl has something wrong with her blood; otherwise, how could she hear the bell and be fine?"
"Li Gensheng said..."
"Don't talk about that here," Old Woman Zhong interrupted. "Have you forgotten what happened last time? Those white-clad people have ears sharper than ours."
The sound of their footsteps gradually faded away. Yang Su opened his eyes, feeling cold sweat trickle down his back. What did they mean by "last time"? What was wrong with Zhou Yue's blood? And what had his mentor Gu Linshan discovered?
Later in the afternoon, a visitor arrived.
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a slanting ray of light through the window that stretched long shadows across the floor. Yang Su leaned against the headboard, flipping through his mentor's notebook. The daylight made him feel somewhat reassured. He compared the contents of the notebook with Wang Lanzhi's letter, trying to find some clues.
A knock sounded at the door. He looked up warily. "Who is it?"
"It's me." It was Zhou Yue's voice from outside.
After opening the door, Zhou Yue quickly stepped inside and shut it behind her. She wore a beige wool coat today, looking a bit uneasy.
"What brings you here at this time?"
"The school let out early," Zhou Yue said as she sat down in a wicker chair. "This morning, those symbols appeared again on the window of the Art Room. The principal was terrified and sent all the students home."
"What do those symbols mean?"
"I don't fully understand either," Zhou Yue shook her head. "But I know they are symbols used in the White-Clad Woman Play. They draw these things on the ground when they dance."
"How do you know all this?"
Zhou Yue fell silent for a moment. "Because my mother left behind a notebook. It not only records the symbols but also the entire process of the White-Clad Woman Play."
"Where is the notebook?"
"It's hidden at school." Zhou Yue lowered her voice. "It's under the floor of the Art Room. My mother was an art teacher, and she hid everything she discovered there."
"So those symbols..."
"They're codes she left behind," Zhou Yue said. "She wanted me to know where the notebook was hidden. But I’ve always been too scared to go get it because Li Gensheng and his group have been watching that classroom."
Just then, a commotion erupted downstairs. Someone shouted, "Hurry to the school! The Art Room is on fire!"
By the time Yang Su and Zhou Yue arrived at the school, thick smoke was billowing from the Art Room. Flames were leaping out of the windows, painting half the sky red.
Villagers formed a human chain with buckets in hand, but the fire was too fierce to control. Teacher Li stood at the front of the crowd directing efforts, and when he saw them arrive, his eyes flickered.
"The notebook..." Zhou Yue murmured, her face turning pale.
"Don't go over there!" Yang Su grabbed Zhou Yue, who was about to rush forward. "It's too dangerous!"
"But..." Zhou Yue was nearly in tears. "That's the only clue my mother left behind!"
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