My Life as a Farm Owner in a Thriller World-Chapter 106: Yucai Middle School 7

When Wan Qian heard that, she was alarmed. If the girl really smashed her head against the wall until she died... what then?

Wan Qian sighed inwardly. The pressure on young people nowadays was crushing.

She figured the person venting in the stall was probably quite young. Unable to handle the stress, she had sunk into depression, which explained her behavior.

Hurriedly, Wan Qian tried to comfort her, "Hey, girl, are you a teacher here or a student? If something's wrong, we can sit down and talk it over. Sometimes just saying it out loud helps. Hurting yourself like this won't solve anything."

But no matter how she coaxed, the voice paid her no heed—continuing its blurred sobs and venomous curses, nails scraping and fists pounding the partitions in a frenzy.

Left with no choice, Wan Qian stood up, pulled up her pants, and pushed open her stall door.

It was still pitch dark outside. Even the safety signs in the corners of the walls were no longer lit. The only source of light was the flashlight on the back of Wan Qian's phone.

And that fragmented sound grew clearer as she left the stall. It almost felt as though it wasn't coming from any single stall, but was instead reverberating throughout the entire bathroom—seeping into every crack in the walls, every tile on the floor.

Raising her phone to shine the light carefully around, Wan Qian searched, but for the moment she couldn't find the source of the noise.

Still, she tried to sound lighthearted. "Hey, girl, I'm here to find you."

She reached out and pushed open the next stall.

Inside, it was empty—just three sticks of incense burning in the corner. Other than that, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

With only a quick glance, Wan Qian moved on and pushed open the next door.

All the while she kept talking, her voice gentle, coaxing: "It's okay, whatever's weighing on you, you can tell me. I'm not an employee at this school, so I won't repeat a word to anyone else. Treat me like a free therapist if you want. Are you a teacher here? A new one? An intern?"

Yes—that would explain everything.

Fresh out of university, tossed into the harsh world of work, young and fragile... A little setback, and hiding in the restroom to cry. Perfectly normal. Only—the sobbing was so heart-wrenching.

She murmured comfort as she worked her way down the row of stalls, one by one, until she reached the very last.

She reached out to push it open—but it wouldn't budge. It was locked from the inside.

Huh? Could she be in this one? Wan Qian instantly perked up and called into the stall, "Girl, I've found you."

The banging against the partition finally stopped. Even the sound of fingernails scratching at the door had gone silent.

Wan Qian's chest tightened. Oh no... Had the girl already hurt herself?

With worry in her heart, Wan Qian did not restrain her strength, raised her hand and knocked hard on the door.

"Are you alright? What are you doing in there? Don't do anything rash!"

The restroom door was locked from the inside. From Wan Qian's knocking, the entire door, along with the partition, began to shake violently.

This time, even the young woman's sobbing and cursing inside had stopped.

Seeing that the girl had gone completely quiet, refusing to respond, Wan Qian's heart clenched tighter.

In recent years, the news had been full of rising suicide cases—so many young people crushed by pressure, choosing to end their lives. Wan Qian could not just stand by and watch such a thing happen right under her nose.

In her panic, Wan Qian could only bang on the door, bang, bang. As she hammered, she shouted, "Girl, don't do anything stupid!"

But Wan Qian failed to notice that, just above her head, in the oppressive darkness thick enough to swallow all light, a massive eye was slowly opening.

Countless tangled limbs wove together to form the "whites" of the eye. At its center, instead of a pupil, a seething ocean of blood churned and boiled.

The monstrous eye tilted downward, lowering toward her head, inch by inch. The tide of blood swelled as if ready to drag every living thing in that place down into its depths.

Crack! Wan Qian's fist smashed through the wood. The stubbornly locked door split open at the center, a jagged hole forming.

"Girl!" Wan Qian pressed her face to the gap, peering anxiously inside. "Whatever you were about to do—stop! Just listen to me first!"

But the inside of the stall was far too dark. She could see nothing. Hurriedly, she raised her phone, switched on the flashlight, and aimed the beam through the hole.

The white light was piercing, slicing through the blackness like a blade. It illuminated a frail figure crouched inside the stall.

The sudden brightness made the monstrous eye above clench shut.

Wan Qian let out a breath. Just as she'd thought—it really was a girl in there.

Sliding her hand through the hole, she unlatched the lock from within and yanked the door open.

This time, she could see more clearly.

It was a girl wearing a tattered dress. Her black hair was exceptionally long, messy, falling all the way down to the floor.

Her skin was very dark—not the deep brown of a Black person, but a pure, pitch-black.

Wan Qian couldn't help but recall the child she had once seen in Mushroom Village.

If it weren't for the light from Wan Qian's phone shining on her, she would have been completely invisible in the darkness, blending seamlessly with the pitch-black restroom.

The moment the stall door opened, Wan Qian caught a strong, foul stench emanating from her. It was the reek of rotting flesh mingled with stagnant, spoiled blood, as though left to ferment for days.

At that moment, Wan Qian realized that the source of the stench she had been smelling ever since entering the restroom was this girl.