Chapter 47

  The truth hidden in the dark night.

  We need to dig out the corpses like digging up a grave.

  She glanced around the surroundings. The dead silence, no sound of water droplets and ball bouncing, only the flow of swamp gas in the stinky ditch, quietly floating on a certain line in the dark night.

  She couldn't stay for a moment by the stinky ditch.

  No matter what Arlene wanted to point out to her, she would rather come back and check again during the day.

  She turned around and left.

  Suddenly, it seemed like a hand stretched out from the gutter and grabbed her foot. She only felt her feet slipping, and she lost her balance in an instant. Just as she was about to cry out, she had already fallen into the gutter.

  The stinking water flooded her waist, and she struggled to get up.

  This fall didn't hurt her bones, but the extremely nauseating stench around her wildly and uncontrollably drilled into her nostrils, ran through her throat, invaded her stomach, and corroded her respiratory tract like sulfuric acid. She finally opened her mouth and vomited out all the gastric juice and bile from dinner, but her body was quickly filled with the foul smell again.

  She felt wronged and wanted to cry. In the dead of night, she fell into a foul ditch, something that had never happened to her in eight lifetimes.

  She pulled her hand out of the mud pit. Her hands were dirty and wet, with not only mud but also someone's feces sticking to them. Youyou was almost nauseated by her own wild thoughts.

  Go back quickly and scrub your body hard a hundred times! A hundred times!

  The stinky ditch was a little higher than her head. Youyou just wanted to shout for help, but she quickly thought that at this time, shouting loudly for help would wake up all the residents in the building, and she would probably drown in the saliva of anger and disdain from the crowd. Even if people came, they would only be watching the excitement and wouldn't lend a helping hand.

  While Stinky Gulch was a bit of a stretch for her, she could barely climb up it.

  Usually, when going to school late, the school gate will be closed, and the expressionless security guard will stand at the entrance to check the class name of the late students and write it on the blackboard for all to see. Typically, late students would choose to climb over the wall by the playground. That wall is a bit higher than the ditch. It's almost effortless to climb over with a gentle swing.

  However, the stinky ditch that should have been easy to climb, Youyou had only climbed halfway when it seemed like a force was pulling her body back down, causing her to tumble back down. The sound of the flowing sewage mocked her. On the other side, the sewer entrance yawned open in the moonlight, swallowing up all the dirty water and stench.

  She struggled to get up, swaying unsteadily. She laboriously climbed back up again. Her body was wet and heavy, like carrying a small child on her back. This time she didn't fall down again, half of her body had already climbed up, one foot propped against the concrete floor. However, the remaining foot seemed to be tightly held by someone, unable to climb up no matter what. Youyou couldn't help but turn her head to look down below.