Chapter 2: Don’t Wander Around at Night, or You’ll Get Eaten
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The passengers who had been lively moments ago were now all lying on the ground in eerie postures. Their eyes were closed, faces showing various expressions—some joyful, some sorrowful—as if they had collapsed suddenly, too quickly to conceal their emotions.
Just as Qiu Yiyao was puzzled, that strange scent wafted over again.
“You…”
The woman suddenly frowned, waving her hand through the air before her body went limp and fell to the ground.
This bizarre scene left Qiu Yiyao somewhat dazed.
In the distance, the roar of a train approached, and a flicker of hope stirred in Qiu Yiyao’s heart. But that hope lasted less than two seconds before she thought of the people sprawled on the tracks in disarray, tightening her chest with dread.
At this distance, the driver definitely couldn’t see them—this would be a massacre.
She dashed forward, waving her arms frantically, shouting, “Stop! There are people here! Stop!”
As Qiu Yiyao neared the tunnel’s exit, thunder rumbled overhead, and a bolt of lightning struck just before her, illuminating the entire tunnel.
Qiu Yiyao collapsed, her eyes fixed ahead, filled with regret and unwillingness.
...
Qiu Yiyao found herself walking through a white corridor into a vast room. Rows of desks and chairs were neatly arranged in the center, with towering bookshelves lining the walls.
She was alone in the room, the silence almost suffocating.
Turning to leave, she found the door she had entered through had vanished—the room was now a sealed chamber without windows or exits.
Fear gripped her, but then a voice whispered in her ear.
“Yiyao…”
Could it be... her father’s voice?
Joy swelled in her heart—she was finally going to see her father.
But looking around, besides the shelves and furniture, there was no sign of him. A deeper fear took hold, and she backed against the wall in panic.
Suddenly, large hands emerged from the wall behind her, gripping her shoulders.
“Yiyao!”
The hands pulled hard, and Qiu Yiyao jolted awake from the nightmare.
“Dad…”
She sat up suddenly, gasping for breath.
“Yiyao, what’s wrong?” Qiu Shengming frowned deeply at the sweat-soaked girl sitting on the hospital bed.
Hearing his voice, Qiu Yiyao quickly raised her head.
“Dad?”
Her face lit with delight, ready to breathe easy, but a flicker of fear crossed her eyes once more.
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“Dad, your face…”
Qiu Shengming’s left cheek bore a long, ugly scar stretching from the bridge of his nose to his ear, splitting half his face as if cleaved in two.
He hadn’t looked like this before.
Staring at the familiar yet strangely altered face, Qiu Yiyao’s body trembled involuntarily, shrinking back toward the headboard.
Noticing her fear, Qiu Shengming smiled and lightly touched the scar on his face. “Scared you, didn’t I? Don’t be afraid. I got this when I slipped up on the mountain. Anyway, I’m old now—what’s a scar or two?”
His indifferent tone pained Qiu Yiyao deeply.
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