What was this supposed to be? The living and the dead belonged to different worlds?
But he could clearly feel gravity affecting him.
And although she was slender, the elevator's load had increased when the student named Eva stepped inside.
He'd originally wanted to confirm the order of events in the story by observing her reaction. This strange turn of events caught him by surprise, but he also found it quite interesting.
She wasn't wearing makeup, and there was still a trace of water at her temples. She looked like she'd just washed her face.
The shape of what seemed to be shoes bulged faintly from the red-and-white backpack on her right shoulder. It wasn't hard to imagine that she'd just finished some kind of dance or gymnastics practice, changed her clothes, and was getting ready to go home.
The sky was still bright outside, but the sun was already setting. It made sense that she would head home to rest after intense practice.
It was just a little too quiet.
At a glance, everything in sight seemed old, and it wasn't hard to make out the layout inside and outside the building. It looked exactly like a school.
So this was the high school where the main partygoers were? Had Eva just come out of the school's dance room?
That made sense, but where was everyone else? It was the weekend.
She must have come in to put in some extra practice, so the other students weren't around.
Based on what he'd observed, he quickly deduced a plausible explanation.
But for Fu Qian, there was still one obvious question: What had he come here for?
Whether it was the party or the visit to the old house at night, at least there'd been a clear motive at the start.