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Chapter 175 Return Again

The legs were all hairy, obviously belonging to a man.

Han Zhao immediately closed his eyes, leaving only a sliver open to secretly watch the feet that had appeared so suddenly.

Without any sound, another foot descended, and after firmly stepping on the ladder, a man in a black tank top and large shorts silently climbed down from the upper bunk.

The man's face was backed by the light, and coupled with the dim illumination, Han Zhao had already broken out in a cold sweat from fear and didn't dare to keep staring, so he couldn't see the man's features clearly.

He was only quietly observing the figure that had climbed down through the narrow opening of his eyes, using his peripheral vision.

Unfamiliar.

He was certain he didn't recognize this person.

After descending, the man didn't have shoes on his feet and suddenly stood still, just standing at the end of Han Zhao's bed, facing the direction of the lower bunk.

At this moment, Han Zhao's heart was pounding in his throat, so frightened that he almost stopped breathing, daring not to make any move, his hands firmly gripping the edge of the blanket.

For about five minutes, the air in the entire dormitory was stagnant, emanating a chill.

Afterward, the silent and stationary man suddenly turned around and walked towards the door of the dormitory.

His way of walking was very odd, arms not swinging, barefoot and tiptoeing, all ten toes splayed out, firmly grasping the ground, and without a sound, he reached the door, pulled it open,

Before the door was fully open, the man creepily and silently walked out.

The dormitory door wasn't closed, and after he walked out, it slowly swung shut but stopped when there was still a crack, revealing the pitch-black corridor, with no sign of that man's figure anymore.

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"Is he gone, gone?"

At this point, Han Zhao was soaked through with sweat, large beads rolling down his forehead and soaking the pillow, yet he dared not breathe loudly.

From his lying position, he could see the dark corridor outside through the crack in the door, feeling as though some unspeakable fear was lurking in the unknown darkness beyond.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, the "Peephole Strange Creature" rumored to exist within the college, and behind this door gap, might the Peephole Strange Creature be peering at him? Could that person be the Peephole Strange Creature?

With this thought, Han Zhao scared himself.

But then he thought, the legend of "peeping" was associated with the college's Building 4, not likely to occur in the dormitory area since he had never heard such tales about this place.

Regardless, the guy who was sleeping in the bunk above him should have left, but the door had to be closed.

Thinking this, although Han Zhao was too frightened to move, he still clenched his teeth and threw back the Summer Quilt.

He too was barefoot, and he walked to the door, about to close it.

Suddenly, a hair-raising chill assaulted him, and he distinctly felt this bone-piercing cold was coming from outside the door, drawing nearer.

"Fuck your mother!"

Han Zhao was so startled that he shuddered, didn't even manage to close the door, and in two large steps, scrambled back onto his bed, covering himself with the blanket in a hurry, leaving one foot uncovered.

He couldn't bother with that now, tightly grasping the edge of the blanket, he lay with his eyes shut, motionless.

The next second, the door to the dormitory was pushed open, and the man in the black tank top and large shorts walked in again.

His movements as he entered mirrored those from when he left, with his bare feet slightly raised and his toes splayed out, gripping the floor firmly.

After entering, he stood for a while facing Han Zhao's direction, then turned around and closed the door.

Han Zhao squinted his eyes as the man's silhouette entered the room, discreetly taking in the man's face.

Conveniently, a beam of light from outside the window fell on the doorway, allowing him to see the man's appearance clearly.

Even squinting, the angle was enough to clearly make out the other person's face.

He didn't recognize him. Han Zhao was certain this was a strange face, a calm expression, even somewhat gloomy. Although the man's eyes were open, Han Zhao always felt that those eyes were dull and gray, as if belonging to a dead person.

In the instant the man turned around to close the door, with the back of his head facing this way under the outdoor lighting, Han Zhao, who was watching him, shuddered violently and then began to tremble uncontrollably, as if sifting chaff.

Only to see at the back of this black-vested man's head, a piece of bone and flesh had turned inside out, revealing a dark cavity within the wound, with no blood flowing out, as if the wound had existed for quite some time.

But Han Zhao still clearly remembered that when the man had walked out to open the door just now, the back of his head had been fine, without any wound.

Upon seeing that terrifying head wound, Han Zhao found he couldn't stop his body from shaking. After the man in the black vest approached the bedside, his trembling grew even worse.

The man stood by the bed, just like before, falling again into silence.

"No, no, this won't do. If I keep shaking like this, he'll definitely realize I'm awake."

Han Zhao knew that at this critical moment, he absolutely couldn't show weakness, couldn't shake. The next second, he bit his tongue fiercely, a wave of pain spreading through him.

The intense pain diverted his attention, and the shaking of his body gradually stopped.

After about two or three minutes, the man who had been standing at the end of the bed finally moved, grabbed the ladder that led to the top bunk, and quickly climbed up with hands and feet.

Then, from above, came a sensation of the body shifting and the bunk shaking which, after about a minute, gradually settled down.

Han Zhao, frightened to the point of ice-cold limbs, felt as if they no longer belonged to him, shivering as he picked up the cell phone from beside the pillow, covered both his head and the phone under the quilt, and turned on the screen to check the time.

It was still two minutes before 3 o'clock in the morning.

That night, Han Zhao not only failed to fall asleep again, but he also didn't dare to turn over, lying awake with his eyes open until daylight.

But after the man climbed to the upper bunk, there was no further sound.

When daylight had fully arrived and sounds of other students getting up to wash and use the bathroom echoed through the hallway, Han Zhao finally dared to get up.

He quietly peered outside the bed and took a glance at the upper bunk, only to be completely dumbfounded.

The upper bunk was perfectly normal, with nothing on it. Even Guo Jintao's quilt was rolled up neatly, exactly as it had been left at the end of the previous term, untouched.

...

Outside Tianmeng Science University lay a street roughly shaped like the character "?", bustling due to its proximity to the university, chiefly featuring restaurants, beverage shops, and small hotels.

Zhao Zheng, He Bishou, and Xie Hua sat inside a restaurant, looking at a table full of delicious dishes. He Bishou's saliva, nearly dripping out, had been wiped away five times already, yet Yan Junze had not shown up.

"Where did this guy run off to?" He Bishou's eyes were fixed on a plate of braised pork knuckle, and his words seemed to be directed at the knuckle.

Unfortunately, the knuckle didn't talk. A talking knuckle would be out of the ordinary.

Xie Hua was checking his cheeks, nose, and mouth in the small mirror he carried, noting his lips looked especially red, as if he had applied lipstick.

Zhao Zheng glanced at Xie Hua and felt a chill, quickly shifting his focus and speaking, "Yan Junze seems to be pretty wealthy, look at the feast he's hosting for us, it must be at least three to four hundred bucks, right?"

"Never mind that, just eat your fill and enjoy," said He Bishou, shifting his gaze from the knuckle and finally spotting Yan Junze jogging over.

"Where did you run off to just after ordering the food?" Zhao Zheng asked.

Yan Junze chuckled, "I went to the kitchen to make sure they're using fresh ingredients, to avoid them serving us anything stale."

"There are so many people eating here every day, there won't be any stale ingredients," He Bishou picked up his chopsticks, "Let's dig in, what are we waiting for?"

"Let's eat, eat," said Yan Junze as he too picked up his chopsticks.

Suddenly Xie Hua said, "Junze, why are the corners of your mouth red? Is that blood, or did you fail to wipe your lipstick off cleanly? Let me tell you, before applying lipstick, you have to prepare the lips with a base, and before that, you need to apply a layer of moisturizer to hydrate. That way, the lipstick you put on will be full and rich. By the way, what brand are you using?"

Yan Junze smiled awkwardly, "Can I say... it's actually blood? I accidentally bumped my mouth at the door when I was coming out just now."

After placing the order, Yan Junze had taken the opportunity to look around the restaurant's kitchen, just in time to see a chef butchering chickens for plucking. He seized the moment to drink a few mouthfuls of chicken blood collected in a bowl.