With nothing to occupy me, I would cleave through thirty thousand miles of emptiness, exchanging peach blossoms to present to my wife for her delight. Of course, this is my ultimate aspiration.
The gleaming floor reflected the lights overhead—so white it stung the eyes. It was already late at night, which only made the place feel more desolate. The empty corridor was faintly tinged with the smell of medicine. A young man stood there, perfectly motionless. His eyes were unusually bright, as if expecting something. His face was expressionless, and only when occasional screams echoed down the hall did he reveal a strange smile.
He muttered to himself, “I wonder which poor soul has gotten a taste of the electric shock again. Sigh. I’ve heard that housing prices outside keep rising. Is it a bit of a waste for me to be living alone on an entire floor like this?”
Suddenly.
Swish. In the blink of an eye, the lights shattered, and darkness swallowed the entire floor.
The young man was startled. He instinctively shook his head. “I really don’t like the dark,” he said, fumbling his way back toward his room.
“Sir, could you do me a favor?” A light, airy voice resonated in the darkness, sounding oddly eerie.
The young man seemed to smile. “What kind of favor?” he replied. At least someone was talking to me, he thought—never mind whether they’re still human or not.
“Help me dig out my remains. They’re inside the wall… I was just a young woman, barely twenty, yet I fell victim to a villainous man…”
“I can do that. But you’ll need to get me some tools. A hammer at the very least, explosives if you have them. And I’ll need some light, I can’t see clearly. Lastly, make sure nobody else comes here—I don’t want people thinking I’ve g