"Something terrible, something terrible?"
Ning Qiushui asked.
Liu Chun immediately came to the window, closed the window, and drew the curtains. Then he walked to the door and locked the door.
After doing this, he leaned against the door with his back, still trembling.
"Those 'disobedient students' in the dark room came out..."
Ning Qiushui frowned when he heard this.
"What are they going to do?"
Liu Chun opened his mouth, but out of fear, he didn't say another word for a while.
In the silent corridor, there was a sudden sound of footsteps, followed by a second, then a third...
These footsteps were extremely chaotic, and each step seemed to step on a person's heart, making Ning Qiushui's heart beat faster involuntarily.
Da da da--
Da da da--
Something came outside the dormitory, and there were more than one.
Just hearing the footsteps, Ning Qiushui could clearly feel a sincere sense of crisis.
The disobedient students locked up in the small dark room... came out?
What is going on with those students?
Is he dead or a monster?
Ning Qiushui asked Liu Chun, but Liu Chun said that the place was always scary dark, with no light at all, and he didn't know what was there.
All he knew was that very few students who entered the dark room could come out.
"Xue Fan...Xue Fan..."
Outside the dormitory, a cold voice suddenly appeared, muttering a name.
Ning Qiushui recalled it carefully. Wasn't this name the same as the one who entered the Blood Gate this time?
What did he do?
Why are you being targeted?
Arriving at the door, Ning Qiushui put her ear against the door and listened quietly to what was happening outside.
The messy footsteps in the corridor finally stopped about three meters to his right, and then there was a rapid knock on the door.
Boom, boom, boom!
Boom, boom, boom!
"Xue Fan..."
The cold voice continued to chant his name, even though there was no response from the room.
Even though they were separated by a room, Ning Qiushui could clearly tell that the sound was definitely not made by humans.
"How could this happen...why would this happen..."
Liu Chun didn't seem to understand what was going on.
He stared at Ning Qiushui in confusion.
"It wasn't like this some time ago..."
"They will only wander outside, they won't call our names, and they won't come directly to find anyone..."
Liu Chun's words aroused Ning Qiushui's vigilance.
I don’t know whether it was due to the entry of these weirdos or the brewing of time, which caused the situation that appeared in the middle of the night to become more and more serious. In the past, those "people" who came out of the small dark room would only wander outside, but now they are far away from them. It was getting closer and closer, and they even came directly to the door of their dormitory and started knocking on the door!
Both of them stood at the door, listening quietly to the knock on the right.
After a while, the "person" outside the door seemed to be bored and lost all patience.
"Chainsaw."
After a faint sound, the sound of a chainsaw actually came from outside the door. As the scalp-numbing sound sounded, the door was opened.
The people inside screamed.
"Ahhh!"
Immediately afterwards, something rushed out from the next door, and there was some fighting with the "people" outside, but the fight ended quickly. A footstep fled towards the end of the corridor. Although it stumbled, the speed was not slow.
Ning Qiushui quickly reconstructed the situation next door based on the sound in her mind.
"Xue Fan rushed out and used the ghost weapon to temporarily stop the things outside. However, there was something wrong with his fleeing footsteps. He must have been injured, either on his body, seriously injured, or on his leg... But Either way, it’s not optimistic.”
"It's impossible for ghost weapons to stop these guys for long. Tonight is their hunting time. Xue Fan is dead."
Not long after the idea appeared in his mind, the silent sound at the door became restless again, and a group of "people" ran out. Soon, their footsteps also disappeared...
Liu Chun, who was pressed against the door, covered his mouth with both hands to prevent himself from making any sound, and his legs were weak and trembling.
"Hey, do you have any impression of Xue Fan?"
Ning Qiushui glanced at Liu Chun.
The latter shook his head.
His mind is blank now, and even if he knows something, he can't remember it for the time being.
Ning Qiushui thought for a while, then suddenly pressed her hand on the door handle, slowly turned it, and the door opened.
The cold wind outside seemed to blow into his bones. Ning Qiushui shivered unconsciously, and then cautiously walked towards the dormitory next door.
The lock on the door was completely destroyed by the electric saw, which was pretty much what he had just guessed. There were obvious blood stains on the ground, and there were quite a few.
Xue Fan was injured.
After completing the survey, Ning Qiushui walked directly into the dormitory where Xue Fan was located. Under the horrified gaze of another student in the room, he asked:
"Where is Xue Fan's schoolbag?"
The student probably regarded Ning Qiushui as a "person" in the dark room, and tremblingly threw Xue Fan's schoolbag to Ning Qiushui.
The latter opened it and turned it over carefully.
Finally I found a math paper.
And this math test paper is exactly the one they tested today.
The score above is written with a bright red 92.
"The score of 92...is it because the test score is too high?"
"What do those 'people' in the dark room want to do?"
"Hunting students with good grades?"
"But the question is, isn't the black room used by the academy to punish students with poor grades?"
Many speculations flashed through Ning Qiushui's mind.
"Liu Chun said that the changes in the little black room only started after Huang Tingting entered there. Did she do something?"
Things are getting more and more ridiculous.
Just as Ning Qiushui was thinking, the footsteps outside the door sounded again.
It's just that this time the footsteps are different from the first. The footsteps this time are very heavy and slow. It doesn't sound like it is coming from a young person. Instead, it sounds like a twilight old man, walking forward with difficulty.
"Are they back again... No, it's not them!"
"Who is it this time?"
