The next day, I waited for Zhang Zhuo at the usual place, and he did show up.

I looked at him with delight, and he straightforwardly said to me:

"There is a problem with the dormitory rules. After I opened the door, the dormitory supervisor came in for an inspection and then left. Before leaving, she handed me a note with something written on it."

"What does it mean?" I was confused.

At the same time, I handed him the mirror and told him that I found it in the red soap.

He didn't open the mirror; he just observed it briefly and returned it to me.

He pondered, "So, we have successfully verified that there is a problem with the rules. These erroneous rules misled us and kept us obediently staying here, unable to find any clues. But according to Zhao Xinyue's words, the rules were written by humans from the previous school, so there shouldn't be any mistakes."

"But if they were written by humans, why does each dormitory have them? She's lying to you," Zhang Zhuo said with certainty.

I was shocked, "That's impossible. She saved me several times."

"Did you forget about Rule 11 of the dormitory rules?"

Dormitory Rule 11: [Do not trust anyone!]

I fell silent and then asked, "What was her purpose in saving me then?"

Zhang Zhuo shook his head, "I don't know about that yet, but I speculate that there are other entities in this school with human memories besides her."

"Last night, the anomaly during the dormitory check probably possesses human memories and is helping the human side. Only anomalies can manage to post the dormitory rules in every room.

"I believe that there are indeed rules in this mysterious school, and anomalies cannot violate these rules. However, the dormitory rules should have been written by anomalies with human memories, using special materials that ordinary anomalies cannot see.

"The anomalies with human memories later had a disagreement. Some of them altered the dormitory rules, misleading humans to perish in this place."

He continued, "You should carefully observe this mirror. I have a feeling that it holds more information."

I held the mirror and examined it carefully. Zhang Zhuo's words gave me some clues.

In the afternoon, I skipped class and stayed alone in the dormitory.

I gazed into the mirror under the sun, but there was nothing in it except for my own reflection. I couldn't figure it out.

Suddenly, the mouth of my reflection in the mirror started moving, emitting a strange sound. According to the rules, I should close my eyes and cover my ears, but I felt that this mirror would definitely provide me with the information I desired.

I stared at the mirror intently, not missing a single sound it made.

"Library."

"Library."

...

The mirror started repeating the word "library."

Having been in this school for so long, I had never seen a library. Could it be that the exit from this mysterious school is through the library?

I immediately shared the information about the library with Zhang Zhuo, but it took a while for him to reply.

[The school doesn't have a library.]

How is that possible? The clue clearly mentioned a library.

The clue suddenly broke.

I pondered deeply. At that moment, I heard the sound of the doorknob turning, so I quickly hid the mirror.

It was Zhao Xinyue.

She looked at me with surprise, apparently not expecting to find me in the dormitory at this time.

I wanted to tell Zhao Xinyue about the clue we discovered, but when I thought about her deception, I began to distrust her.

Finally, I cautiously asked her:

"Xinyue, do you know where the school library is?"

"Library?" She looked at me with curiosity.

"The school doesn't have a library."

The same answer as Zhang Zhuo's.

I felt a bit disappointed. The clue was again cut off.

But she added one more sentence:

"At least, there is no library during the day."

I looked at her in astonishment. If there is no library during the day, does that mean it exists at night?

She smiled at me and said, "Youshouldn't think too much about it. Let's focus on our studies and enjoy our time here."

Her words sounded innocent, but I couldn't help but question her intentions.

As the days went by, Zhang Zhuo and I continued to investigate the mystery of the school. We searched every corner, talked to other students, and tried to gather more information.

One night, while exploring a hidden passage behind the school building, we stumbled upon a door. The door had a sign that read "Library."

Excitement rushed through me as I turned to Zhang Zhuo with a smile. Finally, we had found the library we had been searching for.

Together, we pushed open the door and entered the library. It was dark and eerie, with rows upon rows of bookshelves stretching out in front of us.

We started exploring the books, hoping to find some answers or clues about the school and its mysteries.

After hours of searching, we came across an old book hidden behind a shelf. It seemed different from the others, as if it had been deliberately placed there.

I carefully opened the book and found a note inside. It read:

"To those who seek the truth, be warned. The answers you seek may not be what you expect. The path to liberation is filled with deception and sacrifices. Choose wisely."

The note sent chills down my spine. It seemed to confirm our suspicions that there was more to this school than meets the eye.

We continued to read through the books, but most of them were filled with mundane knowledge and stories unrelated to our situation. It felt like we were getting nowhere.

As we were about to give up and leave, Zhang Zhuo noticed something strange about one of the bookshelves. He pushed it aside, revealing a hidden compartment behind it.

Inside the compartment, we found a diary. It belonged to a former student who had disappeared mysteriously.

We eagerly read through the diary, hoping to find some clues about what had happened to the student and the secrets of the school.

The diary contained chilling accounts of strange occurrences, unexplained phenomena, and encounters with otherworldly entities within the school. The student wrote about the rules of the school, the anomalies, and the dangers they posed.

According to the diary, the anomalies were not just mindless creatures but intelligent beings with their own agendas. Some of them wanted to help the humans trapped in the school, while others sought to manipulate and deceive them.

The diary hinted at a hidden power struggle between the anomalies, with the fate of the trapped students hanging in the balance.

As we read further, we came across a page that sent shivers down our spines. It described a ritual that could potentially break the cycle of the school and free the students trapped within.

The ritual required specific items and had to be performed at a certain time in a secret location known only to a select few. It was a risky endeavor, but it offered a glimmer of hope.

Armed with this newfound knowledge, Zhang Zhuo and I were determined to uncover the truth and find a way to escape the clutches of the mysterious school.

Little did we know that our journey was far from over and that the secrets we were about to uncover would test our courage, loyalty, and sanity.