He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

The female ghost was a student at this school, but it was unclear which year she was in. She didn't even remember her own name, only that she was going to kill someone.

That person who died in the library that day was definitely not the first. No matter how much the school tries to suppress the news of someone dying, there will always be traces left on the internet. Fang Tinglan searched online for a long time and finally found something.

Based on the information about the deceased in the library, Fang Tinglan found out about her daily life. This was because her deskmate casually mentioned that he had the deceased's WeChat account, and she said in a despair that she would delete it when she got back.

"Can you show it to me?"

My deskmate looked confused: "What are you looking at?"

"Yu Fengya's WeChat."

"!!! Top student, you're interested in this?"

"I heard he died a horrible death, I'm a little curious."

My deskmate exclaimed incredulously, "You're actually interested in things other than studying!"

Fang Tinglan: "..."

Yu Fengya is someone who loves to share her life and enjoys the process of others liking and commenting on her posts, so her Moments are always visible. When Fang Tinglan looked through her Moments from two years ago, she found that she would post something almost every two days, or at most every three days.

However, at the beginning of last year, which was a period of time after the Lunar New Year, I didn't post on WeChat Moments for more than ten days.

This is a rather strange phenomenon.

Or it was deleted.

Where did she go during that time?

What have you done?

I scrolled back to my WeChat Moments from before the Lunar New Year, and my finger paused, freezing on the post that read, "The happiest thing is a trip that you can just take on a whim."

This post on WeChat Moments consisted of a caption and three pictures.

The first picture is a landscape photo, the second is a hand, presumably her own, wearing a ring that is obviously too big, like a man's ring, and the third is a screenshot of a group chat name.

The group chat shows six people.

Fang Tinglan narrowed his dark eyes slightly.

He took a picture of the landscape with his phone, and after returning home from evening self-study, he used a browser's image search function to search for it.

There are many similar pictures; this place seems to be quite famous.

It's called the "melting plate hole".

The scenery is beautiful, with many lava rocks. Most notably, there is a naturally formed hole overhead where sunlight shines down, creating a shaped pillar of light that makes one marvel at the wonders of nature.

Qu Yi did not interfere with Fang Tinglan's investigation.

A few days later, after dinner, before Fang Tinglan could say anything, Qu Yi asked, "Did you find out?"

He was taken aback: "How did your sister know?"

Qu Yi: "Your expression is quite obvious."

After explaining what she had found, Fang Tinglan waited for Qu Yi's reply.

Qu Yi rested her chin on her hand and thought for a while before asking, "What do you think we should do next?"

Fang Tinglan: "Last year, that place hadn't become famous yet, so it was easy to deal with people who died there. They could just dump the bodies in some corner and no one would find them."

"Go and see?"

"it is good!"

Seeing his obviously excited reaction, Qu Yi was a little puzzled: "There's still some time before the holiday starts."

"I've already messaged my uncle and asked him to help me ask for leave."

"...What did you say?"

"I dreamt about my parents, and I'm feeling down," Fang Tinglan said. "And my uncle probably hopes I'll be like this too, because if my grades drop, I won't be as good as my cousin."

Qu Yi: "You care a lot about his opinion?"

Fang Tinglan smiled slightly, the smile on her lips was faint, as light as a feather, but her eyes were somewhat deep.

"No, I don't care."

All I care about is your opinion.

He added this sentence to his mind and looked at Qu Yi with a smile.

The boy had a big smile on his face, like a child seeking praise. Qu Yi's heart softened, and her expression became gentler.