"Hey, Xiao Rong, it's time to go. The first class this morning is Mao Zedong Thought, and that teacher loves to call roll."

"Won't go, won't go. Let me sleep a little longer." The girl wrapped herself in her blanket, turned over, and showed no intention of getting out of bed.

"You've already been marked absent twice. If you get marked again, you'll fail this course at the end of the semester."

"It's okay, it's okay. I heard from a senior that the teacher is a pervert. I'll treat him to dinner at the end of the semester and it'll be fine."

The girl continued to sleep.

Seeing this, the other girls in the dorm took their books and went to class.

Generally speaking, the study habits of freshmen are the best. They still maintain the study inertia from high school. By the time they are sophomores and juniors, they are basically old hands, and skipping class becomes the norm.

After another hour or so, the girl lying on the bed finally woke up, rubbed her eyes, and got out of bed.

Without brushing her teeth or washing her face, she first looked at her pores in the mirror, then looked at her blackheads, and then picked up the cosmetics of her roommate next to her and began to apply them. She applied a lot, since it was someone else's anyway, and she didn't feel bad about it.

As she was applying, her phone vibrated. She walked over, picked up the phone, and found that it was a message from one of her roommate's boyfriends.

A smile appeared on her face, and she chatted with him with great interest. She even took a selfie, saying that she was feeling a little unwell. Of course, she didn't take a picture of her face, after all, she hadn't washed her hair yet, but she took a picture of her bed, and incidentally, her legs.

The other party immediately said he would treat her to dinner and told her to take care of her health, and so on.

She yawned,

threw the phone aside,

and rummaged through the cabinets of her other roommates, taking their things to use. Many of the skin care products were bought by her roommates with frugality, and they usually couldn't bear to use much of them. She didn't care anyway, and used them vigorously, as if she was smearing urea cream on her face when she was a child.

A gust of wind blew,

making her shiver.

She looked at the door in confusion, and found that the door was closed, and the windows were also closed. Where did the wind come from?

Finding a set of clothes to change into, she hadn't taken a bath for three days, and was too lazy to go. Because there was no shower in the dormitory, if she wanted to take a bath, she had to go to the public bathroom, which was a bit far away. She was too lazy to go, and usually took a bath when she went to a hotel with her boyfriends.

Preparing to take off the mask, she walked to the sink and faced the mirror, taking off the mask.

She was stunned to find a small black spot appeared at the corner of her eye.

She frowned. She didn't seem to have it before.

Although the black spot was not big, it still made her feel very uncomfortable. She tried to wash it with facial cleanser to see if she had gotten something dirty on it.

This roommate said that she spent a month's part-time money to buy this Korean mask online. Could there be something wrong with it?

That idiot, buying a fake product back, isn't that screwing me over?

She began to rub it, but as she rubbed, she found that the black spot seemed to be getting bigger.

Her eyes widened, and she rubbed it more frantically. The area of the black spot began to grow larger and larger. She looked at herself in the mirror in horror, rubbing harder and harder.

Rub, rub,

ahh, ahh,

the more she rubbed, the bigger the black spot,

the more she rubbed, the more black spots,

until most of her face turned black.

She screamed,

frantically taking out all kinds of skin care products from her roommates, regardless of whether they were useful or not, and smeared them all over her face, and then desperately washed them with water. Seeing that it was useless, she simply took out the toothbrush and started brushing her face. The toothbrush was useless, so she picked up the shoe brush that her roommates usually used to scrub their shoes and began to scrub her face.

The skin was broken,

fresh blood began to flow down,

but she laughed excitedly,

scrape off this dirty skin,

new tender skin will grow out, right?

She laughed as she continued to scrub harder,

scrubbing,

scrubbing,

scrubbing...

...

"Hey, are you going to the internet cafe?"

"No, it's almost time for dinner."

"Damn, you've been eating snacks non-stop since noon, and you still want to eat?"

"Yeah, that's not enough."

"Alright, alright, then we'll go."

"Go ahead, go ahead. I'll order takeout."

After her roommates left,

he watched anime on his laptop while continuing to eat potato chips. Dinner had already been ordered through the takeout app, and it was estimated that it would be delivered in a while.

At this time,

the dormitory suddenly lost power.

"Damn it!"

He slammed the table angrily.

This time of night is when the school has evening self-study, and the power will be turned off from 7:00 to 9:30, so his roommates chose to go to the internet cafe to play games instead of playing in the dormitory.

He helplessly lay on the bed and picked up the drink next to him and drank it.

He took out his phone to check the time,

why hasn't the takeout arrived yet?

Bad review, bad review!

Making me go hungry!

At this time,

he jumped out of bed. He had already finished his snacks, the takeout hadn't arrived yet, but he was unusually hungry, the kind of hunger that was more exaggerated than usual.

He looked for his roommates' things and found some food. The dormitory had a good relationship, so taking their things to eat and returning the favor tomorrow would be fine. No one would say anything.

However, half an hour later, he finished eating his roommates' snacks, but still felt hungry.

So hungry,

his stomach hurts from hunger,

damn, why hasn't the takeout arrived yet?

Because the dormitory was out of power, the only light in the dormitory was the faint light emitted from the laptop. He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes a little dazed.

He wanted to leave the dormitory and go to the supermarket outside to buy food, or simply go to a restaurant outside to eat, but when he decided to open the dormitory door, he found that the dormitory door was locked.

He knocked hard on the door,

shouting loudly,

but no one responded to him.

He shouted for a long time and knocked for a long time,

he was even more hungry.

He tried to eat some other things,

like paper,

like a belt,

but he couldn't eat them,

he really couldn't eat them.

He went to drink water,

hoping to fill himself up with water,

but the more he drank, the stronger the hunger became.

He silently knelt on the floor,

then,

his eyes fell on his hand,

such a fat hand,

such a thick hand...

...

A beautiful morning,

after making breakfast, Lao Xu continued to return to his room to practice his talisman paper horse stance.

Lao Dao went out to buy ferrets again, and he also wanted to buy another water python. These things are more difficult to obtain. Spending money is secondary, the key is that it is difficult to buy even with money.

The little loli sat behind the bar, continuing to play with her tongue with silver chopsticks, while also recording something with a pen. It was truly said that the bookstore had a skilled oralist.

Deadpool sat in the corner,

with a tablet in front of him,

the tablet was playing Naruto,

An Lawyer asked him to watch it.

Deadpool watched and followed the people inside to form hand seals, and constantly muttered similar Japanese words.

Lao Zhang held sour plum juice in one hand and chopsticks in the other, struggling to deal with breakfast.

He watched Zhou Ze enjoy his soy milk and fried dough sticks with a relaxed expression, and asked in surprise, "How do you do it?"

"No pain, no gain."

Zhou Ze instilled a dose of chicken soup into Lao Zhang,

then sat down in his favorite window seat.

Yingying brought coffee and newspapers,

and changed a few fresh flowers in the vase on the coffee table.

A day of being a salted fish,

began!

"Where's An Buqi?" Zhou Ze asked.

He hadn't seen him all morning.

"He said he went out to discuss business. He originally wanted to knock on the door and ask boss to go with him, but I refused. I wanted to let boss sleep a little longer."

"Well done."

Zhou Ze reached out and touched Yingying's head.

The sun shone on him,

Boss Zhou lay back in his chair in a "Ge You Slouch,"

picked up the newspaper,

and casually flipped through it.

The newspaper published some news,

and two news stories caught Zhou Ze's attention.

Two college students died unexpectedly at Tongcheng University the day before yesterday.

The school originally wanted to suppress the news from spreading, but two people died at once, which was really difficult to suppress. Moreover, new media is so developed these days, and everyone has the instinct to be a reporter, so the news spread quickly.

However, the newspaper's records were very brief, and it was estimated that the newspaper itself did not know the specific details.

"Boss, it's all over Weibo," Yingying said, walking over when she saw Zhou Ze reading the news.

"What's all over?"

"This girl, it is said that she tore her face off in the dormitory. When she was found, she was lying on the floor of the dormitory, her face was covered in blood, and there wasn't a single piece of good flesh left. She died very tragically.

This guy, it is said that he bit off the flesh on his body and ate it."

"That's too outrageous, right?" Zhou Ze smiled.

"Their roommates and people in nearby dormitories said that after the police sealed off the scene, even the forensic doctor couldn't stand the tragic sight."

"Alright, alright, I got it."

Zhou Ze didn't take it seriously.

Schools,

it's normal for a student to die. Two died at the same time, um, the probability is a bit low, but it's not incomprehensible.

As for the things that are spread around so mysteriously, Zhou Ze doesn't believe them much.

Many people will instinctively embellish their stories when passing on information in order to gain satisfaction and attention. This kind of thing, doing it purely to attract attention, is really commonplace on Weibo.

"It doesn't seem to be fake news," Zhang Yanfeng, who was still struggling with breakfast, interjected.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ze looked at Zhang Yanfeng.

"Look at this." Zhang Yanfeng handed his phone to Zhou Ze.

This was a police WeChat group,

and someone in the group had posted photos of the scene,

bloody,

horrific,

it was an internal WeChat group of the Tongcheng Police Department, where everyone exchanged information about cases.

"Is it real?" Bai Yingying's mouth turned into an "O" shape.

"What do you think?" Zhang Yanfeng asked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze solemnly clicked on the screen to exit the WeChat group,

and found that it was Zhang Yanfeng's WeChat account.

"Your account, can it still be used?"

"As long as I don't post anything, it's fine. I sacrificed myself, and everyone won't kick me out of the group.

By the way, this case really doesn't seem like something a human did. There are a lot of weird things about it, and two cases happened in one day."

Zhang Yanfeng said.

"No, that's a small matter, put it aside for now," Zhou Ze said.

"Uh, then what's a big deal?"

"The big deal is, why can your previous life's account still be logged in?"