Her breathing was long and steady, yet she was constantly alert to every subtle sound around her.
Moreover, judging from their breathing rhythm, Lu Jing and the other two were not asleep; they were all immersed in their own thoughts and vigilance.
Time passed quietly, and soon it was midnight. In the stillness of the night, a sudden sound of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, breaking the silence.
Xiao Jin's eyes snapped open, and she muttered to herself, "They're here."
Then, a slow, steady knocking sounded, which was particularly clear in the quiet night, but it wasn't directed at their room.
The four of them involuntarily perked up their ears, and Han Chuan nervously tucked the corner of the blanket in tightly, as if this would give him a sense of security.
However, the knocking went unanswered. After a moment, the person seemed to give up and turned to knock on another dormitory room.
The sudden sound, like a clap of thunder in the night, leaped from the end of the corridor all the way to the door of Xiao Jin's dormitory.
Inside, the light was dim, and an indescribable sense of oppression and tension filled the air. Wu Tianjin and Han Chuan's faces appeared even paler in the dim light, and their eyes flickered with fear and unease.
"Knock knock knock!"
Finally, after this suffocating wait, a knock on the door, accompanied by an unfamiliar voice, pierced through the crack and clearly reached everyone's ears: "Excuse me, may I come in?"
The voice was devoid of any emotion, yet it was like a chilling gust of wind in the cold, instantly lowering the room temperature by several degrees.
Wu Tianjin and the others gasped almost simultaneously, their eyes filled with shock.
Why is this happening?
They had been paying attention to the knocking, but no matter whose door they knocked on, the person outside never spoke. Why did things go wrong when it came to them?
Xiao Jin sat on the edge of the bed, her brows furrowed, her ears straining to catch every subtle sound around her. She tried to use her senses to reach the door, but apart from that eerie silence, she couldn't feel even a breath.
The air inside seemed to freeze, and every second felt incredibly long.
After the person knocking on the door finished speaking, silence fell again. There were no footsteps outside the door, nor any further actions or words.
In this atmosphere, time seemed to stretch out infinitely. An hour passed in this way. Han Chuan, who was standing to the side, felt a little warm. It wasn't the dead of winter, and he had been lying under the quilt for so long that he was covered in a thin layer of sweat.
Since a long time had passed and there was still no sound outside, Han Chuan assumed the abnormality had passed. He sat up, wanting to lift the blanket to let in some fresh air.
But when his gaze casually drifted to a certain spot in front of him, Han Chuan's heart suddenly tightened, and the breath that had just been relieved instantly froze in his throat. An indescribable fear spread from his spine to his whole body like ice.
He looked up abruptly, his gaze passing through the somewhat empty dormitory and landing squarely on the chilling scene visible through the opposite window.
The dormitory at Linhai High School has no curtains, and the moonlight is thin. Through the window, you can clearly see the dark clouds outside. But at this moment, the dark clouds are being completely blocked by a figure.
The other party had long, slender limbs and was covered in mottled bloodstains, looking like a demon crawling out of the depths of hell.
Its face was pressed against the cold glass, its face and exposed skin crisscrossed with knife marks, so deep that bone was visible, and blood slowly flowed along these hideous lines.
Under the moonlight, the wounds seemed to still be writhing, and among the flying flesh and blood, tiny maggots could be vaguely seen greedily gnawing away, each writhing strike straight to the depths of Han Chuan's soul.
Even more terrifying, when those empty, lifeless eyes met Han Chuan's gaze, a chilling smile slowly bloomed on the ghost's face.
Then, the mouth slowly opened, and the lips closed: Why won't you open the door for me?
Han Chuan trembled involuntarily as he watched the ghostly figure's face get closer and closer to the window, its face completely distorted, and even the wounds on its face were squeezed open.
The blood-red handprint stretched and twisted on the glass, as if it would pierce through the thin barrier at any moment, pulling him into endless darkness and fear.
'boom!'
Han Chuan's heart pounded in his chest, but just as a scream was about to erupt from his throat, a dark shadow leaped down from above him at the last second.
Without the slightest hesitation, Xiao Jin casually pulled a towel from her spatial storage and stuffed it directly into Han Chuan's mouth, instantly turning his scream into a sob.
Han Chuan's eyes widened, and Xiao Jin, not knowing her own strength, stuffed the food into Han Chuan's mouth until his eyes rolled back.
In fact, Xiao Jin had been on high alert ever since the questioning began, and the unusual silence only made her nerves more tense.
It was this extraordinary sensitivity that allowed her to immediately detect Han Chuan's sudden, unusually heavy breathing. Xiao Jin looked over and her gaze sharpened, locking onto Han Chuan's face, which was contorted with fear.
At the same time, she also saw the scene outside the window, and immediately Xiao Jin had only one thought in her mind—she couldn't let Han Chuan make a sound.
The room fell silent again, with only Han Chuan's face contorted in pain.
The two made quite a move; Wu Tianjin and Lu Jing had already sat up. There was such a large 'unidentified object' outside the window; if they weren't blind, they would definitely have seen it.
Wu Tianjin shuddered, his eyes closed instinctively, and his throat bobbed.
He kept silently praying in his heart: God help me, God help me, please don't come looking for me, Boss Xiao, please don't let me down!
Seemingly finally realizing what was happening, Han Chuan's gaze searched haphazardly in the dim light, and he immediately felt relieved when he saw Xiao Jin.
Seeing that Han Chuan had calmed down, Xiao Jin took out a piece of paper, wrote a line on it, and handed the paper to him.
Han Chuan's hand trembled slightly as he took the note. It clearly read: 'Don't make a sound, it can't get in.'
These words acted like a stabilizing force, gradually calming Han Chuan's previously panicked emotions. These were the words of a powerful figure; they couldn't be wrong. Han Chuan nodded vigorously, indicating that he understood.
He recalled the previous instructions, especially the third one—"Don't speak"—and a sense of lingering fear welled up in Han Chuan's heart.
If it weren't for the big boss, he would definitely be finished!
The night was as dark as ink, so thick it seemed impossible to see through. A blurry figure, like a ghost in the night, was seen clinging to the window. Its empty, lifeless eyes stared straight into the room, filled with coldness and resentment.
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