117: Chapter 117 Wednesday

Wednesday sat by the window, watching the scene unfold.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly—not a smile, but the dark satisfaction of seeing someone finally put in their place.

Bianca was always looking for trouble, always opposing her, and always looking at her with that "Who do you think you are?" gaze.

Now, Bianca had been rendered speechless by an ordinary person, pointed at and called a "freak" by an ordinary person, and backed into a corner by an ordinary person.

Wednesday felt that this new teacher was quite interesting.

The class ended quickly, and the bell rang.

Students began to pack up their things. Some whispered about what had just happened, some snuck glances at Bianca's expression, and others nodded at Shawn.

Bianca stood up and walked out without looking back.

Her seashell earrings flashed in the sunlight before she disappeared through the doorway.

Clearly, this class had dealt a significant blow to her.

Just as Shawn was watching the students leave, a soft call suddenly reached his ears: "Mr. Black."

Shawn turned around.

He saw Wednesday standing in the doorway, her black braids hanging over her chest, her silver raven brooch catching the light.

She was looking at him, her black eyes expressionless, yet it was clear she was waiting for him.

Shawn looked at his mission target, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Something up?"

Wednesday walked over and stopped in front of the podium.

"Those things you said just now," Wednesday began, her voice low and flat, "did you mean them, or were you just trying to get under her skin?"

Shawn looked at her: "What do you think?"

Wednesday stared at Shawn for a moment, then shifted her gaze to the lawn outside the window.

She said, "Bianca is always giving me trouble; she thinks she's a Siren, superior to everyone else."

"But in reality, she's afraid she isn't strong enough, afraid of being surpassed, afraid that one day she'll become useless."

"Every word you said just now struck her where it hurts the most, which is why she's so angry."

Shawn said nothing.

Wednesday turned her head back to look at him: "Teacher, I need to talk to you about something."

Shawn leaned against the edge of the podium: "What is it?"

Wednesday was silent for a moment.

Her fingers tapped lightly on the desk, as if she were hesitating whether to speak.

"I saw something a few days ago," Wednesday finally began. "In the woods. It wasn't a hallucination; I saw it with my own eyes."

??

Shawn's heart tightened. Whatever could make Wednesday this serious was clearly not good. So, Shawn asked: "What did you see?"

Wednesday looked up, a hint of seriousness in her black eyes.

"A dead body," she said. "Not an ordinary one—human. I wanted to go back and get help, but when I returned, it was gone."

Not human?

Was this part of the original Wednesday plot?

Shawn calculated the situation in his mind and asked aloud: "Did you call the police?"

The corners of Wednesday's mouth twitched: "Call the police? Do you think they'd believe me?"

"Besides—that wouldn't be appropriate, would it?"

Shawn was silent.

He knew she was right.

The police in Jericho wouldn't believe a sixteen-year-old girl who claimed to have seen the corpse of an "unknown object" killed by unknown weapons in the woods.

They would think she was mistaken, think she was lying, or think there was something wrong with her head.

Not to mention what would happen if they found out Wednesday was an Outcast.

But Shawn believed her.

Shawn said immediately: "Take me there."

Wednesday was stunned: "Now?"

"Now."

Wednesday hadn't expected this new teacher to be so decisive!

Actually, she hadn't wanted to tell anyone about this, but for some reason, after seeing Shawn stand up to Bianca, she felt a different kind of trust toward this new teacher.

So, Wednesday nodded.

She turned and walked toward the door.

After two steps, she stopped and said without looking back: "Mr. Black, it was satisfying when you put Bianca in her place just now."

With that, she pushed the door open and walked out.

Shawn smiled.

As expected!

This girl simply accepted anyone who spoke up for her.

Seeing Wednesday taking the lead, Shawn grabbed his jacket and followed her out.

Along the way, Wednesday walked in front, her pace steady, her black braids swaying gently behind her.

Shawn followed behind her, crossing the lawn behind the teaching building, walking past the row of stone statues, and into the woods.

The trees were tall, their branches intertwined overhead, with sunlight leaking through the gaps, casting dappled light and shadows on the ground.

The fallen leaves on the ground were thick, crunching underfoot. The air was filled with the scent of pine resin and damp earth, mixed with a faint, indescribable sweet, bloody smell.

Wednesday didn't say a word.

Shawn didn't ask, either.

The two walked for about ten minutes. The woods grew denser, the path narrower, until it was almost non-existent.

Wednesday stopped in front of an old oak tree, glanced back at Shawn, then circled the trunk and headed inside.

Shawn followed and saw a small clearing. A person was standing in the center.

A girl, fifteen or sixteen years old, blonde, wearing a grey Nevermore uniform with a ripped denim jacket over it.

Her eyes were light blue, and at this moment, they were wide open, looking at Shawn with her mouth slightly agape.

She was clutching her phone, the screen lit up, displaying a text message interface. Clearly, she had been sending a message just now.

Enid Sinclair.

A werewolf, a character from the TV show "Wednesday."

Wednesday's roommate, and her only friend at this school.

"Wednesday?" Enid's voice was a bit shrill. "Why did you bring him here?"

She looked at Shawn, then at Wednesday, her expression full of surprise, nervousness, and a hint of indefinable wariness.

Wednesday didn't answer her.

She walked to the center of the clearing, crouched down, and brushed away the fallen leaves.

Shawn walked over, stood beside her, and looked down.

There were bloodstains on the ground.

Dark red, already dried, having seeped into the soil, revealing a large patch between the gaps of the fallen leaves.

The shape of the bloodstain was irregular, as if something had been dragged, or as if something had struggled on the ground.

Shawn crouched down and touched the dirt next to the bloodstain with his hand.

It was dry, but not completely—it had probably been left a day or two ago.

Shawn asked: "You found this?"

Enid answered first: "I found it. Last night, I was out for a run and passed by here—"

Her voice trembled slightly: "I saw—"

"Saw what?" Shawn looked at her.

Enid glanced at Wednesday, and Wednesday nodded slightly.

Enid took a deep breath and said: "A corpse. Not an animal's, it was a person's—well, not necessarily a person."

"..."

"Anyway, it had the shape of a person, and it had wounds on its body. Not knife wounds, not gunshot wounds; it was—ugh, I can't even describe it, it was just very strange!"