Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1809: Vulgar Fear (XVII)
Theoretically speaking, the person walking outside was just a student with his coat wrapped around his head, which is the highest probability among all the possibilities.

As long as there is a reasonable motivation to do so.

After all, returning to school on a weekend when no one is around is such an inhumane behavior, and it's even tangled up in my head, making me look embarrassed to see anyone.

This psychological state alone is magical enough.

The meaning of Fu Qian’s response was also simple. If you want to know whether this person is a human or a ghost, or even if he is a human, why he did this, you just need to wait and see how the situation develops.

The mysterious figure chasing behind was obviously running in the same direction as it.

Of course, theoretically speaking, if the road ahead is clear, it would be the most normal thing for Eva to do if she quickly runs away from here, rather than staying to watch the fun.

After returning the pen to the other person, Fu Qian went straight back to the corner of the room and continued to look at the special corpse.

[Shall we hide for a while?]

And as if her fatal curiosity was really aroused, after hesitating for a moment, Eva also retreated.

Even the words written on the white coat are now difficult to see clearly.

【Can】

Fu Qian just nodded slightly, continuing to focus his attention on the seated corpse, his hands carefully groping from the shoulders and neck to the head.

For a corpse, this sitting posture is quite elegant, far different from the previous posture of lying on the ground.

In addition, without the large amount of fake blood to confuse the vision, the inspection is much clearer.

This time, Fu Qian finally got through the curly hair and felt an abnormal mark at the back of the head.

It looked like it had been hit by something, but there was no blood.

So rather than saying it was the cause of death, the probability of the corpse being whipped is obviously higher.

This point is not so inconsistent with the situation at the party.

But why whipping corpses seems to have become an intriguing question.

……

It can be seen that although Eva was somewhat numb due to the continuous stimulation, Fu Qian's autopsy still caused a great shock to her.

In addition, the light was already hopelessly dim, so she finally gave up on communicating through text.

However, even though she felt cold all over, she still had no intention of opening the door and leaving, and she was not even prepared to move away from the corpse.

Fortunately, after Fu Qian touched his head, he did not intend to continue checking his body, but instead searched the pockets of his clothes and even took off his coat.

Got nothing.

Every pocket was clean and empty.

It sounds like it’s the same outside.

Judging from the time, the man who walked over with his head covered should have met the stalker, but no sound has been heard so far.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look good. Not only are they not killing each other, but it even feels like a victorious meeting.

[No sound]

It was obvious that this concern was not only shared by Fu Qian, but Eva also noticed it.

The words were no longer clear, so she simply pointed in the direction she came from.

【Know】

Fu Qian nodded, and the next moment he stood up, which scared Eva.

[Are there any taboos from here upwards? 】

When he got to the door, Fu Qian took the pen and wrote a sentence, then pointed to the top of his head.
Eva, who followed subconsciously, could barely see clearly with the dim light through the crack in the door. She was obviously shocked and couldn't understand what Fu Qian was going to do.

【No】

It was not until Fu Qian's gesture reminded her that she finally shook her head quickly.

"But it's dangerous out there."

Then she noticed the shoes that Fu Qian picked up again, and seemed to realize something. Eva gave up the text communication and lowered her voice to the limit to give a quick reminder.

"So you can stay here."

Unfortunately, Fu Qian replied in almost the same voice and opened the door directly.

……

There was no one to be seen outside, and classmate Eva did not follow us out.

He closed the door gently with his backhand, stood in the sky which was almost completely dark, sighed at Eva's desire to survive, and continued to move forward in the direction he had just left unfinished.

This time, there were no new footsteps in the stairwell.

But it doesn’t matter. Fu Qian put on the shoes in his hand, looked up and down, and then went up the stairs.

Bang!

According to classmate Eva, there are no special taboos when walking on it.

Of course, she also pointed out that the fence next to it was very old and might make quite a noise if touched accidentally, and it would be especially easy to expose oneself in such silence.

Fortunately, Fu Qian didn't touch it by accident.

After walking up a few steps, he used the dim light to lock onto a particularly shaky section, and the next moment he took a stray step and leaned forward.

The loud noise was so harsh in the darkness, accompanied by a teeth-grinding friction sound.

Fu Qian, who made such a noise, continued to move upwards without stopping, and suddenly increased his frequency, as if he was running away quickly.

Not only that, he even imitated the image he had just seen and casually wrapped Joshua's coat around his head.

……

Doing this kind of thing in an environment that seems to be full of dangers is undoubtedly not a wise choice, and no one in their right mind would do this.

But if we think about it in reverse, if someone does this, it means that he is either stupid or has some abnormal purpose.

Although some vague conclusions were drawn through the two scripts, they are still far from enough to sort out the ideas of the overall task.

In Fu Qian's judgment, if they only managed to escape in such a muddled way, then the probability of the mission being judged as a failure the moment they left the building would be very high.

From dusk to nightfall, the situation in this place becomes more and more confusing. It's time to stir up the muddy waters.

And given that everything is so quiet, making some noise is undoubtedly a very efficient approach.

Of course, given that I don't have a good grasp of the situation, I cannot rule out the possibility that I am traveling among the monsters in my mortal body.

So after muddying the water, it would be best if you could keep yourself clean.

After running up one floor in a hurry, Fu Qian casually turned on the stair lights in this section, allowing his strange shape to be briefly exposed in the light.

Then he turned off the light, unbuttoned the coat on his head and threw it away, and took off his shoes again and carried them with him.

As he walked silently, he had already left the stairwell and entered the corridor on the next floor. He opened a door and hid inside.

This series of actions took no more than half a minute, but it undoubtedly broke the tranquility of the night.

While Fu Qian was sitting behind the door and listening quietly, another hurried sound of footsteps suddenly sounded, really inheriting his will.