Nightmare Strikes

Translator: Cinder Translations

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At the C Building, beside the stairwell at the corner of the corridor.

Two figures, one fat and one thin, stood there, their eyes fixed on the ground not far away.

"Doctor," fatty stammered, as if his tongue had a problem, "this is…"

About two meters ahead, a severed arm hung limply on the ground.

From their position, they could still see the twisted muscles and shattered bones at the cut.

"It's Yu Wen," Jiang Cheng nodded.

Fatty couldn't help but swallow hard. He turned his gaze away, looking at the walls around them, where large splatters of blood were evident—even on the ceiling.

Though he hadn't seen Yu Wen's body with his own eyes, that was no longer important.

After turning the corner and walking a short distance, they would reach the music classroom.

Fatty peeked his head out, glancing into the darkness ahead, and pondered, "So… Yu Wen wanted to go to the music classroom, but didn't expect to be killed by a ghost on the way."

Jiang Cheng turned to observe both sides of the corridor and replied after a moment, "No, she came out of the music classroom and was killed here."

Just as fatty furrowed his brows, wondering how Jiang Cheng arrived at that conclusion, a sudden ringing interrupted them.

The sound of a phone ringing.

Both of them lowered their heads, realizing the sound was coming from the palm of the severed arm.

It was a red phone.

Because it was too close in color to the blood, they hadn't noticed it immediately.

Fatty was so frightened that his body trembled continuously; if Jiang Cheng hadn't been beside him, he might have fainted.

Jiang Cheng stepped forward, pried open the fingers that were tightly clutching the phone, then picked it up and held it to his ear, quickly pressing the answer button.

For a moment, it felt as if the air had solidified.

Due to the distance, fatty could only hear that the caller was a woman, and her voice sounded quite strange.

"I'm not…" Jiang Cheng spoke for the first time after listening for a while, "Yu Wen, she…" He glanced at the severed arm on the ground and continued in a calm tone, "She's with me; she's fine, don't worry. It's just a bit inconvenient for her to answer the phone right now."

Not knowing what was said next, Jiang Cheng walked a few steps away, covering his mouth with his hand and whispering a few words.

Fatty wanted to follow, but Jiang Cheng stopped him with an extremely serious look.

It wasn't until they left Building C that fatty seemed to come back to life, bombarding Jiang Cheng with questions.

"Doctor, who was that caller?"

Jiang Cheng put the phone into his pocket, which looked stuffed with unknown items.

"Feng Lan," Jiang Cheng said without turning back. "She said Yu Wen had asked her to talk about something, but she waited at the meeting spot for almost two hours without seeing her."

Of course, she didn't see her; Yu Wen had already died outside the music classroom in Building C.

As if recalling something, fatty's expression suddenly turned tense. "Doctor," he looked at Jiang Cheng, asking nervously, "the Feng Lan who called wouldn't be a ghost in disguise, would she?"

Jiang Cheng rubbed his chin. "I don't think so, but we can't completely rule out that possibility."

"Then you need to be careful," fatty said with concern. "It might be that answering the phone triggers the ghost's killing mechanism; you might have already been locked onto by the ghost."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng turned around and patted fatty's shoulder, moved. "Good buddy, you don't need to worry about me; I've already thought of that and prepared countermeasures in advance."

Fatty admired Jiang Cheng even more, feeling that encountering such a person in a nightmare was truly a blessing from a past life. He also reached out and patted Jiang Cheng on the shoulder, excitedly asking, "Doctor, how did you manage that?"

"The other party asked for my identity at the end," Jiang Cheng said slowly, "and I told her my name was Wang Fugui."

"Doctor, I thank your eight ancestors!"

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Under the old dormitory building, a woman wrapped in a scarf exhaled into her hands.

She wasn't particularly tall but had clearly put a lot of effort into her appearance, with the pink collar of her sweater flipped outward, making her look especially cute.

Her light blue jeans hung straight down, and below them were a pair of white wide-mouthed leather shoes with a tiny red heart mark on the edges.

A little trick of a woman.

She had been waiting there for a long, long time, but the person she was waiting for had not shown up.

The sky gradually darkened, and the temperature dropped.

She pulled her hand out of her outer jacket pocket, looking at her phone, and her expression suddenly turned dreamy.

"Miss Yu," she whispered softly.

"Why is the phone I gave you in a man's hands…"

Clenching the phone, her expression suddenly turned cold. She stared at the distant night, her lips pressed into a straight line.

"Wang Fugui."

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"Fatty," Jiang Cheng asked, "are you feeling better?"

After Jiang Cheng and fatty left Building C, they walked along the lamp-lit path toward the equipment room.

On the way past the cafeteria, Jiang Cheng caught a whiff of a strong meat aroma and, under the pretext of treating fatty, forcibly dragged him inside.

He generously let fatty order anything, saying he would treat him.

"Why do I feel like something's off here?" Fatty looked around the empty cafeteria, his face turning pale with fear.

Not a single person was in sight, yet all the lights were on, and the glass behind the serving counter was filled with freshly cooked dishes.

Jiang Cheng reached out and touched the food; it was still piping hot.

They even took a stroll into the kitchen, where the door was ajar, and several chef's uniforms were draped over the back of a chair.

Everything seemed orderly, as if everyone had left simultaneously just a second before they entered.

When Jiang Cheng lifted the lid of a pot, it was still bubbling with meat soup.

Steam wafted out along with the fragrant aroma.

Jiang Cheng stared at the soup in the pot, as if remembering something. He then found a clean spoon in a nearby cupboard, took a bit, and tasted it.

Fatty was startled by Jiang Cheng's action, not understanding what he was trying to do.

But then—

"Hmm."

Jiang Cheng's expression suddenly changed, contorting into one of distress.

"Doctor," fatty exclaimed, "what's wrong with you?"

He instinctively looked toward the pot, recalling his years of experience with films that suggested the soup might be poisoned.

But fatty was puzzled—would a ghost even poison something? Was that necessary?

As fatty pondered how to rescue Jiang Cheng, the latter suddenly spoke up.

"It's so hot," Jiang Cheng opened his mouth wide, fanning himself with his hand and breathing heavily.

"Hot?" Fatty's eyes widened.

Feeling it was about time, Jiang Cheng covered his mouth, set down the spoon he was holding, and casually picked up a ladle used by chefs to serve soup. While ladling, he said to fatty beside him, "Let's ladle it out first; we can drink it when it cools down a bit."

Fatty: "…"

Jiang Cheng turned to look at fatty and asked, "Aren't you drinking?"

Fatty paused for a moment and seriously replied, "Doctor, have you considered that maybe your being an orphan isn't a coincidence?"

(End of the Chapter)

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