Datong Middle School, night.
"Captain, you're finally here."
On the ground lay the bloodied body of a girl. A white line was drawn next to it.
The police had already marked the position and set up cordon lines around it. There were also several school leaders nearby. The students had already gone to their dormitories to sleep.
Chi Xiaoyu frowned slightly.
"How many is this now?"
"The third one."
"Last time we investigated and didn't find any traces of anomalies. But with people continuously jumping from this same spot, if we say it's a coincidence, it's really a bit..."
A teacher walked over and sighed.
"This child's name was Jiang Xin. She was one of the best students in our class. I don't know what made her feel hopeless enough to jump off the building. Sigh."
Chi Xiaoyu examined Jiang Xin's body but didn't find anything unusual. It still looked like a suicide, just like before.
"My condolences."
A man wearing a black cloak walked over.
"Captain, why don't I give it a try?"
"You may."
After dispersing the people around.
The man went to the roof. The cloak suddenly opened, and numerous incomplete infants without eyes crawled out. They moved along the building, constantly searching for useful information. The infants searched every nook and cranny, making crying sounds...
"Can't find anything. Looks like I'll have to..."
The man bit his finger, causing blood to flow out. The infants gathered to lick the blood on the ground. Soon, the infants who drank the blood grew eyes. Their range of activity expanded, and they no longer cried but made laughing sounds. Their speed was faster than before.
"Captain, found something!"
An infant brought a notebook to the man. The man opened the notebook and began to read.
"Monday: I came to this middle school. Dad and Mom told me this is a new beginning. Everyone is the same here. As long as I study hard, I can succeed in life."
"Tuesday: I made my first friend. She's really beautiful. We became best friends. The teacher said on the podium that we are all the same. Datong means 'great unity'—we are all part of Datong. But compared to her, I'm far behind."
"My male desk mate is very nice to me. I like him, but with my appearance..."
"The mid-term exam is coming soon. For the past half semester, I've been studying hard. I want to become worthy of my desk mate."
"Finally, I ranked first in the class. I decided to confess to him."
"I'm sorry, I don't want to be in a relationship."
"After being rejected, I cried to my best friend about all the effort I had put in for him."
But what she didn't expect was that her two best friends had gotten together.
"Great unity? More like great inequality. Did he reject me because of my face?"
"Die die die die die die die die."
The word "die" was written densely all over the diary. Chi Xiaoyu frowned in confusion.
"What was the name of the first girl who jumped?"
"I think her name was Zhou Min?"
The man beside her thought.
Looking at the cover of the diary, the name "Zhou Min" was written in crimson.
At least now they had a direction for the investigation…
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Meanwhile, on the other side.
Bai Ling was riding a yellow bike, wandering around the city.
"So hungry!"
'I almost got discovered just now. Good thing she suddenly had to leave.'
Just then, Bai Ling saw a couple hiding in the woods, making rustling sounds. Bai Ling smiled, dropped the yellow bike, adjusted her appearance slightly, and with her eyes emitting a blood-red light, she sneaked over...
"Hungry! So hungry!"
A long-haired female ghost with glowing red eyes and a pale face appeared before the couple.
The man ran away without even putting his pants on, leaving the woman on the ground, not knowing what to do. Looking at the ghost in front of her, the woman screamed while running, repeatedly shouting "Ghost!"
Feeling their fear, Bai Ling wasn't as hungry anymore. She happily rode away on the yellow bike.
'Speaking of which, shouldn't anomalies be able to walk through walls or have some other strange abilities? I feel like I can only gather blood light in my hand and have these blood eyes that can see clearly in the dark. I don't have any other abilities?'
Bai Ling came to an open space and summoned a red light, aiming it at a stone.
A blood-colored red light gathered at her fingertips and shot out, instantly piercing through the stone.
"Uh, it seems I only know this one move... Sigh."
Just then, a nearby tree actually stood up. An elderly face appeared on it, with hollow eye sockets. From a distance, it looked creepy... It slowly opened its mouth.
"Little one, what is your relationship with the Blood-Colored Witch?"
"Blood-Colored Witch? Who is that?"
"That red light of yours—it's unmistakable. Don't be discouraged. When you've shed enough blood, you can truly unleash the witch's power..."
"Is that so? Thank you. By the way, may I ask why you became an anomaly..."
"Hehe, it's a long story. In short, someone wanted to cut me down before, but the government wouldn't allow it. They harbored resentment toward me. Over time, I became an anomaly. But I don't have legs, so I can't move. Still, I was fortunate enough to see the Anomaly King once..."
"Was it the Blood-Colored Witch?"
"Yes. Once, she fought with a man and passed by here. I don't know what happened after that..."
"If I have the chance, I'll definitely come water you..."
Bai Ling got on the yellow bike, preparing to return.
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Chi Xiaoyu was organizing four files on a desk in the school.
"Zhou Min, female, 14 years old, excellent grades, jumper number one."
"Li Jiayu, female, 14 years old, average grades, jumper number two."
"Zhou Zhiqiang, male, 15 years old, alive."
"Jiang Xin, female, Zhou Zhiqiang's new girlfriend, jumper number three."
The man who summoned the infants walked over and analyzed:
"Could it be that this Zhou Min was too jealous, became an anomaly after dying from the jump, and came back to get revenge on Zhou Zhiqiang by killing his girlfriends?"
"That possibility can't be ruled out. But why did Zhou Min jump in the first place?"
"This..."
"Even if she was jealous of them, she should have gone to get revenge on them. Why would she jump herself... And this diary might not even have been written by her."