God confused the people's language and spent great effort trapping them in Babylon. Who would have thought his plan would be ruined by an impalpable "net"? No one believed in anything as stupid as a "global village" before 1994.

Polly was the first netizen to describe browsing websites as "surfing," and she did it for a reason. As the word implies, the world has gathered and become a virtual ocean as vast and deep as a real one, and it is still growing. Everyone can salvage anything they want here, including ... of course, the secrets you would rather hide from others.

And this is what she relies on: secrets, privacy ... They grow slowly in the dark, giving her an unprecedented sense of satisfaction which makes up for her loss of memory. It's always lonely to sail on the sea alone, so having a little fun sometimes is forgivable.

Susan was feeling really upset.
Which idiot on earth proposed such a stupid idea?! An adventure team? Oh please, they were already high school students! Can't believe they were still interested in such a meaningless game!
The corridor at midnight was filled with darkness. Susan could only hear the footsteps echoing in the empty building. She opened the door to the multimedia classroom and sat down in a random chair.
Damn it! She would've been enjoying her beauty sleep in a soft bed if it weren't for those idiots! She shouldn't have tried to suck up to them ...
"Oh? Susan Carlos?"
A cold shiver ran down Susan's back.
The old computer in the third row was suddenly on.
"The girl from first grade. Yes, I know of you, and that they don't like you."
Her legs trembling, the scream stuck at the back of her throat greatly amplified her heartbeat as if there was a drum in her chest.
"Perhaps you would like to listen to my story, huh?" The voice sounded delighted, "Or you would like to tell me yours?"

Susan had no idea how she got home in the end. What was certain was that the "ghost in the multimedia classroom" had been the top one on the Supernatural Event List of Brighton High School in the next few years.

Pandora Wilson: ... I would like to remind you that I am the journalist here.
TTT: Oh c'mon, just a few small questions. It's your hobby, too, right?
Pandora Wilson: This is my job, not some "unhealthy idiosyncrasy."
TTT: It's not easy to get what you want if you go fair and square. People are really good at hiding.
Pandora Wilson: Don't you think you're one of them?
Pandora Wilson: Well, I guess I can understand, 'cause you look more like a ... ghost, after all.
TTT: What ...?! No! Of course not! I'm still alive!
TTT: I just haven't found a body for now ... Hey! That's rude!
Pandora Wilson: See, it turns out being "fair and square" also works.