The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

Chapter 345: Peeping outside the door, I saw it.

In the bedroom, there was a hint of chill in the silence.

Cuicui, who was sleeping by the door, suddenly felt a cool breeze sneaking into the quilt. She opened her eyes sleepily and looked at the gap beside the door in a daze.

"Oh, did you forget to lock the door before going to bed?"

Cuicui yawned and slowly climbed down from the bed.

With the help of the corridor light coming in through the door, she inadvertently glanced at the bed next to her, and then she found that Xiaojuan was not on the bed.

"Xiaojuan went out?"

Cuicui opened the door quietly and looked into the corridor, but did not see anyone.

This girls' dormitory has been around for some time. The paint on the corridor is mottled and peeling, and the lights are dim. It looks a bit eerie in the dead of night.

Especially the long corridor, the swaying shadows of the trees coming through the window at the end, add a bit of weirdness.

Cuicui shuddered and retracted her head.

When she looked inside the dormitory again, she froze in place.

The bed next door was empty, the bed opposite was empty, and even the bed diagonally opposite was empty.

Xiaojuan wasn't there!

Feng Yuhuai wasn't there!

Zhang Liyu wasn't there either!

It turned out that the three of them didn't sleep at night and went out to play together without me!

So, I was isolated?

Bullying!!!

Cuicui was extremely angry, but she was too sleepy, so she crawled back into the warm quilt and fell asleep again, mumbling in her sleep:

"Cuicui, I'll settle accounts with you three when I wake up tomorrow."

She said harsh words to the air, but in fact she was soft-hearted and left a gap in the door for the three of them. She wrapped the quilt tighter and curled up against the wall. Soon, she could hear the sound of even breathing.

Outside the door, the cement steps of the stairs at the end of the corridor have been corroded by years and have honeycomb-like pits. Going down the mottled stairs, the dormitory door is locked at night, and the surface of the iron door padlock is condensed with dark green rust.

The curtains of the dormitory duty room are closed, and the thin wooden door emits a deafening snoring sound, which floats in the entire corridor at a certain frequency.

Walking in, there are several dormitories that have not been occupied for many years. On weekdays, they are used as storage rooms by the dormitory aunt, and some tables, chairs, benches, or mattresses and other sundries are piled up.

The house number on the door is already blurred, as if it was scratched by fingernails or scraped by a knife, telling a story that no one knows.

Tonight, the lock core on the door of the penultimate dormitory, which is the public toilet next to the corridor, was picked open, revealing a gap, and a mixed smell of camphor and mildew floated out from it.

Since most of the girls' dormitories have been renovated, each dormitory is equipped with independent toilets and bathing facilities. In addition, there are not many students in the dormitory building, so the public toilets in the corridor are mostly vacant.

At this moment, the mirror of the public toilet is covered with a layer of light water vapor, and a flush valve in a compartment continues to whimper.

At this moment, the mirror of the public toilet is covered with a layer of light water vapor, and in a compartment, the flush valve makes a stuck whimper.

There are a few strands of gray hair entangled in the drain, and black-green liquid seeps out from the gaps in the tiles. Fine cracks appear on the surface of several tiles, as if something is scratching frantically under the tiles and may break out of the ground at any time.

However, these strange sounds did not reach Zhang Liyue's ears, because at this moment he was standing at the door of the storage room next door, and all his mind was peeping through the cracks in the door at the horror scene that was playing out in the room.

She did not see Feng Yuhuai eating Xiaojuan, but she clearly saw that on Feng Yuhuai's shoulder, the dead Lu Yazhi's face was growing out like a resurrection from the dead.

Immediately afterwards, Xiaojuan's head slowly emerged from the other side. They snuggled up to Feng Yuhuai's red lips, white teeth, and beautiful cheeks.

Although Lu Yazhi and Xiaojuan's faces were not bloody, but simulated human faces woven with wool, harmless like rag dolls, and both had warm and beautiful smiles.

But Zhang Liyue felt that the two faces were more frightening and more terrifying than the rotten corpse head.

Zhang Liyue's face was as pale as paper. She held the door handle tightly with one hand and covered her mouth tightly with the other hand, not daring to make a sound.

Her face was covered with fine cold sweat, which gathered silently on her skin and slowly slid down her chin covered with goose bumps.

Finally, a bead of sweat dripped to the ground under the action of gravity.

Tick-tock——

"Who?"

The sweet voice was chilling, and the door was instantly opened from the inside.

"No one? Did I hear it wrong?"

Feng Yuhuai muttered to herself, her eyes briefly paused on the stairs at the corner not far from the corridor, and then glanced down at the water stains on the ground, and then slowly walked towards the public toilet.

Feng Yuhuai looked around the spacious washbasin, walked over, and tightened the loose and leaking faucet with a sense of public morality. Then, she turned to the compartment inside and asked softly:

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one book, one bar, one look!

"Excuse me, is there anyone?"

She asked politely, her voice sweet and kind.

At the corner of the stairs, Zhang Liyu pressed tightly against the wall, wiped the sweat from his chin with his palm, circulated Qi and blood throughout his body, and practiced the half of the [Turtle Breathing Art] he had bought at the street stall to the extreme.

Her heartbeat weakened, her breathing slowed down, and her body temperature dropped sharply, as if she was integrated with the wall behind her.

Crack—Crimp—

A strange scratching sound came from under the tiles.

Feng Yuhuai pushed open the doors of the compartment one by one, confirming that there was no one inside. Her eyes finally fell quietly on the tiles with cracks.

She reached out and grabbed it, and made a small hole in the needle-like shape on the surface of the tiles with five fingers. Then she suddenly lifted it up, and the entire tiles were obediently pulled out of the ground by her, revealing a vacuum hole below.

The entrance of the cave is as thick as an adult's waist. It is pitch black inside and cannot be seen. You can only vaguely hear the gurgling water coming from below, as if it is connected to the city's underground drainage pipes.

Feng Yuhuai turned his wrist and flipped the tiles on his hand, and his pupils immediately contracted into a pinhole shape.

She saw sharp scratches on the back of the tiles, which were obviously left by her nails accidentally scratching the tiles when the creatures below were slashing the soil.

The scratches turned dark green, and some cracks were sticking to translucent horny debris, and there was a little temperature, emitting a strange stench.

"It's not like human nails, nor metal tools, but like the claws of some kind of beast?"

Feng Yuhuai's judgment emerged:

"What's the matter? He actually came to the girls' dormitory?"

Feng Yuhuai stood at the entrance of the cave and thought for a while, then turned to retrieve the remaining clothes and crushed mobile phones from the room, and threw them into the cave.

"No matter what you do, I can do my best, thank you!"

Feng Yuhuai smiled and re-covered the tiles on the hole, and the smile on his face became brighter.

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