Despair Game

Chapter 16 Building Manager

I didn't know why I suddenly became so ferocious. It was probably the result of long-term pent-up frustration, coupled with the fact that Jin Xiaofeng was truly detestable. If we were to tally up, he was responsible for at least two lives. What did my actions matter in comparison?

In fact, when I hugged Su earlier today, I had made up my mind. I couldn't afford to be soft-hearted anymore. The movies were right—showing mercy to an enemy is the cruelest act towards oneself!

After three strikes, Xiao Ming grabbed my arm and shook his head.

I understood the principle of knowing when to stop. After delivering those three strikes, I felt much better. Before leaving, I glanced at the terrified Zhang Bin and said, "Send them to the hospital."

"Yes, yes!"

Zhang Bin quickly agreed and climbed to his feet to assist Jin Xiaofeng.

Qin Yong collected the sticks that Xiao Ming and I had used, intending to hide them to prevent any potential accidents.

Regarding Jin Xiaofeng's matter, I was certain it wouldn't end so easily. Given his personality, as soon as he recovered from his injuries, he would find a way to retaliate against us.

Taking advantage of the fact that the little devil hadn't announced any new games in the group, we had rare leisure time.

The three of us, still feeling heated from the incident, went to the basketball court to play for a while. Then we sneaked out to have a drink. We didn't even attend the evening self-study session. Besides, there were no teachers coming to our class at the moment. The bond between us was growing stronger. We returned around eleven in the evening.

Qin Yong lived near the school, so he went straight home.

Xiao Ming's dormitory was on the third floor, while mine was on the fourth. After bidding farewell to Xiao Ming, I clumsily made my way upstairs.

I must say, the dormitory building was pitch black at night. Last time, I went out with Li Yang, so at least I had his company. But this time, I was alone. The thought of Li Yang's suicide sent shivers down my spine with the chilling breeze.

Relying on the alcohol buzz, I took big steps to ascend. My dormitory was the last room at the end of the corridor. Looking inside from where I stood, all I could see were clothes hanging along the corridor, resembling a line of people. It was eerie and inexplicable.

I shook my head, took a deep breath to clear my mind, and walked inside with long strides.

The further I walked, the more uneasy I felt because it seemed like there was someone standing ahead of me.

Startled, I quickly halted my steps. Due to the alcohol, my footing was unstable, and I almost ended up sitting on the floor.

Nervously, I held my breath and squinted to get a better look. Indeed, there was a person standing in front of my dormitory door. They were not tall, quite thin, and I couldn't see their face clearly.

It was impossible for me to go downstairs now. It was late at night, and I had nowhere else to go.

In my mind, I thought, if worst comes to worst, I'll just wake up my classmates loudly. After all, this was the boys' dormitory.

With courage, I continued walking forward while softly asking, "Who are you?"

The person probably heard my question, turned around, and started walking towards me.

I instantly halted my steps and became even more frightened. The alcohol buzz I had a moment ago vanished completely.

"After this, make sure to come back early. It's not safe at night."

The voice sounded somewhat familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was. Nonetheless, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was a person, not a ghost.

As he approached, I recognized him. It was the dormitory supervisor.

Speaking of the dormitory supervisor, we rarely saw him. In my memory, his responsibilities were turning off and on the lights, opening and closing doors. Usually, when he did these tasks, we were either still in bed or already asleep.

The few times we interacted were when we tried to sneak out but got caught by him.

However, the dormitory supervisor was easy to talk to. Even though he always had a stern expression on his face, a cigarette would shut his mouth.

Now that I knew it was someone I knew, I quickly took out a cigarette from my pocket and handed it to him. After lighting it, I tried to be friendly and said, "Dormitory supervisor, you're still awake at this late hour. It must be tough."

The dormitory supervisor was thin, always wearing an old-fashioned Zhongshan suit that seemed too big for him. Half of his face had a scar, rumored to be a burn.

He still had a stern face and said expressionlessly, "There have been incidents at the school these past few days. The authorities instructed us to be more vigilant. When I was doing my rounds, I saw you and another guy heading upstairs, so I waited here for you. I hope I didn't startle you."

I quickly smiled and shook my head, saying, "No, not at all. The dormitory supervisor is also responsible."

The dormitory supervisor seemed to engage in conversation with me. He didn't rush to leave. After finishing one cigarette, I reluctantly handed him another one. Truthfully, I could barely keep my eyes open due to exhaustion.

"What's the use of being responsible? This lousy school, they didn't choose the right location, always having incidents, and the authorities are unwilling to spend money to fix it. I've been at this school for so many years, sigh," the dormitory supervisor muttered, stopping himself from saying more.

I was extremely sleepy and couldn't stop yawning.

Finally, the dormitory supervisor looked at my tired appearance, nodded, and said, "It's late. Go back and rest."

Hearing him mention rest, I quickly nodded in agreement. As the dormitory supervisor left, he kept muttering something.

Just as I was about to enter the dormitory, I suddenly remembered something. I quickly turned back and stopped the dormitory supervisor, handing him another cigarette. I asked earnestly, "Dormitory supervisor, how many years have you been at this school?"

The dormitory supervisor smashed the cigarette, giving me the impression that he hadn't smoked in months. He looked at me and said, "Aren't you sleepy now?"

Embarrassed, I scratched my head. The dormitory supervisor was a perceptive person and didn't waste words. He simply used his fingers to gesture a "seven."

I felt a surge of joy in my heart, almost jumping with excitement. But I suppressed my inner happiness. I knew that as long as I was diligent, there would always be clues.

The dormitory supervisor observed the flickering expression on my face without saying a word, seemingly waiting for me to ask him something.

Seizing the opportunity, I earnestly asked, "Dormitory supervisor, do you remember what happened at the school seven years ago?"

The dormitory supervisor suddenly stopped smoking, his dim eyes staring at my scalp, making me feel uneasy. After a while, he squeezed out a few words, "Are you talking about the incident with the dead?"

I nodded repeatedly. It seemed true. Something did happen at this school seven years ago, and Little Hu Zi didn't lie. The incident about dead bodies in the abandoned building was real!

However, to my disappointment, the dormitory supervisor's expression changed instantly. He furrowed his brow, threw away his cigarette, and turned to leave.

I quickly ran up to stop him, wearing a sincere expression, and said, "Dormitory supervisor, I beg you to give me some information. The recent incidents our class has encountered are likely to be similar to what happened seven years ago. I have to find out the truth, or I'm afraid all my classmates will end up dead!"

The dormitory supervisor, stopped by my plea, reluctantly closed his eyes. He clenched his sturdy cheekbone and his scarred face, which stood out under the moonlight. Finally, the dormitory supervisor seemed to make a significant decision.

"Wanhu Village!" he said, forcefully pushing my hand away and quickly descending the stairs.

Wanhu Village? What does that mean? It's a place name, a village. Could this incident be related to that village?

But as long as I had this clue, I at least had a direction to follow. I decided to investigate Wanhu Village first.

Grateful, I watched the dormitory supervisor's figure. He walked quickly, as if afraid I would catch up to him.

While I was still in a daze, I saw the dormitory supervisor already running downstairs in the corridor. He rushed out of the dormitory building as if there was an urgent matter.

I didn't understand the reason but shrugged my shoulders. I hurriedly returned to my dormitory and washed up. I was particularly exhausted today, but thankfully, I made progress. As I lay in bed, I instantly fell asleep.

The next morning, I was awakened by my alarm clock. I felt weak all over, and my head was throbbing painfully.

After quickly tidying up, I went downstairs. When I reached the second floor, I noticed a crowd of students squeezing on the stairs, engaged in lively discussions. I couldn't make out what they were talking about, and the path was blocked.

"What did the dormitory supervisor do to offend someone?"

"Yeah, he was a good person. It's really pitiful."

The dormitory supervisor? My scalp tingled, and I struggled to squeeze through the crowd and make my way downstairs. Finally, when I reached the first floor, my mouth couldn't close, and I was filled with goosebumps.

In front of the dormitory building, the dormitory supervisor was hanging by his neck, entangled in an electrical wire. His feet were stretched out straight!

His eyes were wide open, filled with fear, helplessness, and regret. At first glance, it seemed like he was staring at me.