Chapter 14 B

The small-headed man had glass shards sticking out of his head, like a headdress, and fresh blood slowly began to seep down.

He stood for several seconds, staggering a few steps, and then, amid the screams of the surrounding people, he fell.

Zhou Ze had read memoirs of some Japanese war criminal soldiers, in which someone wrote that after a head was chopped off, the headless corpse would twitch, and the eyes of the head on the ground would still move a few times.

Perhaps death came too suddenly and too decisively. Not only did the person involved not have time to react, but even their body seemed unable to react in time.

Downstairs in the dormitory, chaos had already erupted.

Zhou Ze supported himself on the railing with both hands, sighed, and then looked at the old Taoist.

The old Taoist was now absent-minded, his face pale with fright.

"Boss..."

"Sigh, look, a perfectly good person, you killed him by jinxing him."

"..." The old Taoist.

The old Taoist felt very aggrieved. He didn't want this either. He sincerely hoped that the small-headed man would live a long and healthy life, having eighteen times of vigorous activity every night.

But he died.

He died so abruptly.

So,

Only one of the six paintings remained.

There's a famous movie series called *Final Destination*. The old Taoist now felt like a character in it. He was clearly told that he was going to die, and even told how he would die.

Really, it's better to give him a sudden blow, so he could die cleanly and without pain.

At this moment, the old Taoist was actually a little envious of the small-headed man, who had unexpectedly departed without realizing it. Now he had to endure the torment of not knowing when he would die.

It was simply... worse than death.

Looking at the boss on the side, he was still smoking.

"Let's go down and take a look."

After Zhou Ze finished speaking, he took the lead to leave the dormitory. The old Taoist naturally didn't dare to leave Zhou Ze at this time. In any case, he had made up his mind that even if Zhou Ze went to the toilet, he would follow him closely.

At the entrance of the dormitory building on the first floor, a group of students surrounded the corpse of the small-headed man, and several dormitory administrators were inside maintaining order.

The feeling was very strange, because at this time, they should have called 120 (ambulance) and 110 (police). In fact, they did, and they did what they should do, but it seemed that such a major event as the death of a person in broad daylight only alarmed a corner of the school.

The students in front went to school, and those who went to the cafeteria for breakfast ate breakfast, as if they didn't care about this matter at all.

Zhou Ze flicked his cigarette ash and looked up at the dormitory building.

The old Taoist was trembling beside him, secretly glancing at the corpse of the small-headed man and then quickly looking away. The thought of following in his footsteps made the old Taoist feel extremely tormented.

Zhou Ze sat down on the steps, like a bystander, continuing to watch everything around him.

"Boss, let's go back first?" the old Taoist suggested.

He didn't want to stay here anymore. He wanted to go back to the Late Night Bookstore, at least the bookstore could give him some sense of security.

Zhou Ze shook his head. "Can't leave."

He didn't answer "won't leave", but answered "can't leave".

The old Taoist was stunned for a moment, he faintly sensed something was wrong.

Zhou Ze turned around and walked back into the dormitory, directly finding a place to sit in the dormitory administrator's office, and took their tea to make a cup of tea.

The old Taoist stood beside him, like a little quail.

He didn't know what Zhou Ze was planning to do, but it seemed that his boss had grasped some information. Although he didn't know if he was pretending to be calm or really calm, at least it made him feel a little more hopeful.

The students all went to school, and the dormitory building became much quieter.

The dormitory administrators didn't come back either, none of them returned to the office, probably, they were busy with the matter of the small-headed man's corpse.

The police didn't come.

The ambulance didn't come either.

After sitting for about half an hour and drinking two cups of tea, Zhou Ze walked out of the office.

At the door of each dormitory in the corridor, there was a row of thermos bottles. Before leaving the dormitory in the morning to go to school, the students took out their thermos bottles and placed them outside, and then a special aunt would come with a plastic tube to add boiling water to these thermos bottles.

Because this boiling water passed through a plastic tube, it inevitably had some plastic smell in it. The students basically didn't drink it, but just used it to wash clothes or soak their feet.

At this time, there was an aunt holding a plastic water gun coming to add water. She slowly walked from that end of the corridor to this side.

Zhou Ze stood there without moving, and the old Taoist stood beside Zhou Ze, while the aunt seemed unable to see Zhou Ze at all, and continued to walk here.

"Old Taoist, don't you think it's a little strange that there are too many strange things happening in this place?" Zhou Ze said.

"Uh-huh."

"First, Sun Qiu died but continued to live according to inertia, and no one noticed even when corpses spots appeared on his body. Then there were one accident after another, one bizarre scene after another.

"Could it be that this dormitory building is a rare and extremely ominous place, so it can give birth to so many ghosts and strange objects?

"Then why was there no movement before, but now it has suddenly broken out?"

"Um... Boss, what exactly do you mean?"

Zhou Ze was silent for a while, thought about it, and said, "I think we should go back."

"Okay."

The old Taoist was more than willing. Regardless of whether he would have an accident, he would rather die in the bookstore than die here.

The two walked together towards the entrance of the dormitory building. The small-headed man's corpse had already been dealt with outside.

Zhou Ze stood on the steps at the entrance, not in a hurry to go down, but watched the old Taoist walk out step by step.

When the old Taoist was about to walk out of the dormitory building's range,

Zhou Ze raised his head.

He saw that

the building was bending over,

as if it were about to collapse.

The old Taoist was completely unaware and continued to walk on his own.

"Old Taoist, don't move," Zhou Ze reminded.

"Huh?"

The old Taoist took another step outwards and then turned his head back.

In an instant, from the position of a certain dormitory window above, blood gushed out, sweeping towards the old Taoist. This should be the dormitory where Zhou Ze had been before and found the pen drawing. It should be on the third floor, but now, because of the bizarre bending of the entire building, the window of this dormitory was facing the old Taoist.

When the blood rushed over, the old Taoist was swept into it.

"Fuck..."

These were the last words the old Taoist had time to say.

He was almost completely collapsing.

It didn't matter how many ghosts came, he had seen ghosts before.

But the building could bend like it was doing a pole dance,

who had ever seen that?

Damn it,

this isn't how you play!

Zhou Ze turned around and looked at the woman who was still pouring boiling water into the thermos bottles behind him.

However, the woman's bottle of boiling water seemed to never be filled, always staying on top of that thermos bottle, and there was a constant sound of water inside.

For people with life experience, when pouring boiling water into a thermos bottle, the sound will change as the water level rises, but here, it never changed.

"Hey, the thermos bottle is leaking."

Zhou Ze pointed at the thermos bottle and reminded the woman.

The woman was slightly startled, turned her head, and looked at Zhou Ze. Her face was covered with dense, countless welts, like countless corns. Some places were involuntarily closing and opening.

A very disgusting scene,

really disgusting.

The woman continued to hold the plastic water pipe in her hand, while the old Taoist outside the dormitory building was constantly struggling in the blood. In the blood, several black figures could be vaguely seen slowly approaching him, and the black figures were holding bright, shining broadswords in their hands.

Zhou Ze walked over, preparing to take the water pipe from the woman's hand.

The woman revealed a grim smile,

the water pipe twisted directly, wrapping towards Zhou Ze. The previous dead object now seemed to have turned into a living python!

Zhou Ze's ten fingernails grew out.

He didn't resist the python, letting it bind him. Zhou Ze could even clearly hear the crisp sound of his own bones breaking.

Honestly,

it was a little pleasant.

In the distance, at the entrance of the corridor, the boy with half a body was starting to crawl towards here again, wriggling non-stop like a mad dog, roaring something in his mouth.

On the other side, Sun Qiu, covered in corpse spots, was also walking towards here, staggering and dazed.

The small-headed man also appeared, with the glass still stuck in his head, blood flowing.

Even the leather shoes that Zhou Ze had destroyed, he didn't know where they reappeared from, constantly "dripping, dripping".

"The picture is revealed, because you know, I saw through it?"

Zhou Ze muttered to himself.

In the distance,

the old Taoist had already sunk into the blood, with only bubbles occasionally emerging from his nose, obviously, he couldn't hold on any longer.

Those black figures seemed to be approaching him, and in the blood, there was a petite figure, not a human, but like a cat, waiting for its dinner.

Zhou Ze's fingernails didn't sweep around,

but with a kind of decisiveness and determination, he directly pierced his own chest and stirred it around.

"Hiss..."

The pain was so clear that Zhou Ze's body even began to spasm.

But at this moment, the surrounding scenes began to recede rapidly. The woman receded, the small-headed man dormitory administrator receded, the half-bodied boy receded, the leather shoes began to recede, and even the bent dormitory building began to return to normal.

Everything, everything seemed to be returning to normal.

In the midst of this rapid retreat,

Zhou Ze seemed to see a girl standing in the depths of the corridor looking at him. The girl's appearance was somewhat familiar.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound came,

the sound of a book page being closed.

"Plop... Huff, huff... Cough, cough..."

The old Taoist lay on the lawn, breathing heavily while also coughing violently, his hands tightly clutching his neck. After a while, he slowly calmed down, and then looked around inexplicably.

He saw Zhou Ze standing next to him, holding a closed notebook in his hand.

The crisp sound he heard before was the sound of Zhou Ze closing the notebook.

Zhou Ze raised his head, seeming to feel a lingering pain in his chest.

"Boss... what's going on?" The old Taoist thought he was about to die just now, but how did things suddenly take a turn for the better?

"You can think carefully about how we got in here," Zhou Ze said slowly.

"We drove in, I fooled the security guard at the school gate and drove in. Then we got out of the car, walked to the living area, found Block B, and then we sneaked in, saw Sun Qiu, and then we had a fight with the dormitory administrator..."

"Think more carefully," Zhou Ze reminded.

"Think more carefully?" The old Taoist scratched his head, and then a look of shock appeared on his face. "I... I... we did drive in, but as soon as we got out of the car, we seemed to see a black cat. That black cat was staring at us in the lawn, and I even said we'd catch it and keep it as a pet.

"Then we walked to the lawn and found that the black cat was gone, but there was a notebook on the ground. Boss, you picked up the notebook, and I even asked you what was written or drawn on it... and then... and then we..."

Zhou Ze looked at the somewhat worn notebook in his hand.

He didn't dare to open any of the pages again.

"Boss, what about that dormitory building?" The old Taoist looked around, finding that something seemed to be missing.

"Look at the other dormitory buildings nearby, how are they labeled."

"Building 1, Building 2, Building 3..." The old Taoist counted, and then he slowly stopped counting. The various dormitory buildings here were named and distinguished using Arabic numerals. There was no way of naming them with English letters!

"Boss... then Block B, where is Block B?"

Zhou Ze pointed to the notebook in his hand.

"Block B,

is in here,

drawn."