Chapter 217

Chapter 217

"Do you really think it's that simple? Just telling him not to smile? You're being incredibly naive." Wilhelmina shot back at Elijah, clearly frustrated.

"And do you know why the 'Smiling Boy' is always smiling? It's because he's following his mother's dying wish—to always face life with a smile. Are you seriously thinking about forcing him to break his promise to his mother? Is that even possible?"

After Wilhelmina finished speaking, everyone fell into a deep sense of dread, as if an invisible shadow had enveloped the room.

Her words, though harsh, made sense.

Between his deceased mother and a group of strangers, there was no question about who the 'Smiling Boy' would choose to honor.

Given the current situation, even though they had figured out the way out, it felt like an invisible wall was blocking their path, making it unreachable.

Despair spread through the room, and everyone's faces were etched with helplessness and frustration.

However, after a brief silence, Charles suddenly spoke up. "I think... there's one person he might listen to."

"The librarian."

At the mention of The librarian, the three others were taken aback, then asked in unison. "You mean the middle-aged woman who runs the library?"

"That's right. She used to be the 'Smiling Boy's' homeroom teacher. They spent three years together, and she not only took great care of him in his daily life but also helped his mother a lot. If we can get the librarian to talk to him, we might find the way out quickly."

But Briar furrowed his brow, looking worried. "But today's the library's day off... where are we going to find the librarian?"

Charles thought for a moment before replying. "Since she used to teach at the school, it shouldn't be too hard to find her. We need to get her contact information and give her a call. Given our situation, she probably won't refuse to help."

The security office had a directory of all the school staff.

After calling from the security office, Charles explained the situation in detail. The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment but eventually agreed to meet them at the school.

An hour later, she walked through the school gates.

Seeing the four of them in the security office, she paused for a moment before speaking. "Why don't we go to the library to talk?"

The four followed her to the library. She took out a key from her bag, unlocked the door, and led them to the second floor, where she made them some coffee.

"How many people were in your group originally?" The middle-aged woman took a sip of her coffee and asked.

The group exchanged glances and sighed. "There were... 11 of us."

"And... it's only been three nights, and seven of your group have died?"

They all nodded silently.

The woman's expression changed dramatically. She turned to Charles, her face serious. "Come closer and let me check that bloodstain on your head."

Charles didn't want to hide anything from the others. The priority was to find a way to stop the 'Smiling Boy' from smiling before nightfall.

The woman took a damp towel and tried to wipe the bloodstain from Charles's head.

To everyone's surprise, the blood that had been impossible to remove came off immediately in her hands!

Even more astonishing, the blood on the towel began to disappear, as if evaporating into the air. The woman looked at the now-clean towel and sighed deeply, her eyes welling up with tears. "He's still holding a grudge... I know it..."