HBWnovel Chapter 286: 284, Du Wei's Diary
Chapter 286: 284, Du Wei's Diary
Chapter 286: 284, Du Wei’s Diary
The door of materialism is based on reality, you push it open to enter, and you open it to leave.
The door of idealism is completely different.
You can open the door and step inside, but the moment you do, the scene before your eyes changes utterly, and the door you came through to get out becomes utterly unreachable.
...
After Du Wei pushed open the door and entered, he found himself in an office.
The color tones around him leaned toward the dim, like scenes from an old television.
In this office, other than himself, there were others seated...
Each person was busy with their own tasks.
Well...
What he saw in the state of Spirit Vision was entirely different; none of them were human.
This was the first time Du Wei encountered such an eerie situation, and if it weren’t for the journal on the desk in front of him written by “Du Wei,” he might have thought he’d traveled through time again.
Something was seriously amiss.@@@@
Du Wei maintained his composure, always sitting at his own workstation, covertly surveying his colleagues using the corner of his eye.
In the state of Spirit Vision, he could see even more.
These colleagues, both men and women, wore clothing styles that were popular more than a decade ago, some even wearing old-fashioned glasses.
All of them were Evil Spirits...
But something was odd, Du Wei didn’t feel any malevolence, and at the moment, he was just himself, not shrouded in the shell of a dark shadow.
“Why don’t you attack me?”
Du Wei felt the flintlock gun in his pocket; in his backpack, he had almost a hundred bullets, heavy but reliable.
With a Joker Card and Coin, he didn’t need to worry about his marksman skills; even if he fired into the air, the bullets would fall back to the ground and hit the Evil Spirits.
At this moment, a man at a workstation in front of Du Wei to the left stood up and twisted his waist, complaining, “Ah, I’ve been sitting too long, and my back’s started hurting lately. Maybe I should find time to see a doctor.”
Hearing this,
Du Wei narrowed his eyes, pondering.
“It seems they still maintain their pre-death behaviors, or perhaps they are being suppressed by some entity and have not realized their true nature.”
“It’s similar to those four Ghosts I met in the Horror House, who retained their human traits until they realized they were dead.”
[I gained nothing, but I noticed something: this school has no principal.]
[That evening, I went to the teachers’ dormitory and found nothing.]
[On the second day, I scoured the entire school. I decided to leave, but then I saw the principal. Its name is Hoddy.]
[I attacked it, but it had no effect. It was too terrifying, an unsolvable entity.]
[I’ve tried every method I could, only managing to keep myself alive temporarily. Now, I’m hiding in the office writing these words. It seems unable to come in, but I’m also unable to get out.]
[It’s the third day. Everything will restart, I’m thinking about whether I should use that method to lea...]
After the second reset, the diary only went up to this point, then it seems something happened that prevented me from continuing to write.
Seeing this, the mocking expression in Du Wei’s eyes became even more pronounced.
He casually flipped through the diary, the pages densely packed with writing.
As he browsed, he questioned himself inwardly:
“So, I’ve been here in this haunted place for a long time, and every three days my memory resets, starting over?”
“So, now, am I the me after who knows how many resets?”
After asking himself twice, Du Wei came up with an answer, “I must say, this diary really looks the part, but unfortunately, it’s just too fake...”
He simply didn’t believe it.
In a strange environment, facing a diary supposedly his own, and knowing all this is very eerie, with evil spirits around, how could he possibly believe in a diary?
The most important thing is, the diary is even written by himself.
All the information seems too significant—the infinitely resetting three-day timeline, the principal named Hoddy, and his own identity as a student...
The more critical it appears, the falser it seems.
The main thing is, I don’t have a habit of keeping a diary, not even when I’m in some kind of crisis. My thoughts would be to safely leave, not to sit and write a diary, planning to fight it out to the death.
There’s another point.
In the diary, all the key points are actually quite vague. The most frequently mentioned are danger and the method of leaving.
If it really were written by me, why not write down the method of leaving?
It’s just too fake...
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