Deep in the Living-Chapter 491 - 477: TV, Fog, Mysterious Person

Luo Di left Mia in the bedroom, while watching over the iron barrel, he also stayed beside the sleeping Wu Wen.

He hurried downstairs alone to check the situation, not intending to take too much time.

When he arrived at the scene downstairs, there weren’t many people gathered around; some students had already dispersed, showing little fear, mostly just a sense of calm.

Strangely, it took Luo Di no more than two minutes to get downstairs,

yet the medical staff had already arrived, covering the body with a white sheet, and were loading it onto an ambulance with a stretcher.

Luo Di quickly noticed that both the medical staff’s attire and the side of the ambulance bore the emblem of Wenslim University, as if the campus had its own hospital to ensure such high efficiency.

Luo Di originally intended to lift the white sheet to confirm the deceased’s face, but after taking a couple of steps, he stopped.

As a seasoned movie fan with some film-related abilities, he was very aware of the importance of ’rationality.’

Since their school identities had been arranged, for now, they needed to "adhere to the rules" as much as possible, avoiding excessive actions that could lead to bad situations.

According to Wu Wen, campus time was not synchronized with the outside, so there would be opportunities later to check the body at the school hospital without rushing.

Without lingering,

Luo Di decisively returned to the dormitory.

The dorm building had seven floors in total, with only one staircase set up at the entrance.

Taking advantage of the idle time walking up the stairs, he couldn’t help but start analyzing the recent suicide incident and the essence of the campus.

"Judging from the state of the onlookers and the efficiency of transporting the body... this kind of ’suicide’ seems quite common on campus, something everyone is accustomed to.

The subsequent investigation should start from ’suicide,’ ’the body,’ and the ’baseball club’ related to me.

Wu Wen also mentioned that the [location] situation would change over time, making the campus increasingly dangerous, like the fog outside.

More suicides might occur, and some dangers not yet manifested.

We need to find the ’key clues’ hidden within the campus before things get worse, clues about the fog and the remains.

If other gains could be made as in the suburbs, that would be even better."

Luo Di seemed completely immersed in his thoughts, forgetting his perception of the outside world, realizing he had returned to the top floor only when he misstepped on the stairs.

However, this train of thought did not break off, continuing his mental analysis on the fog, and, feeling close to the dorm room, he turned to swipe the card.

However.

The sensor on the door had no response at all.

In fact, the door wasn’t even locked; swiping the card was enough to push it open.

Inside the dormitory, there was no one at all, not even any bedding on the beds, appearing like an abandoned room. As Luo Di saw the scene before him, a shock hit his mind, quickly realizing he had "entered the wrong room."

Strangely enough,

neither the top floor nor the room location was wrong.

He hurried to close the door, checked the room number above [816], when his room number should be [716].

Moreover,

there was not a soul in sight on this floor, and even the light bulbs were at their lowest brightness, with some constantly flickering.

This anomaly, Luo Di should have detected earlier, yet unknowingly ended up here.

"Eighth floor? This dormitory only had seven floors... and my pituitary should have sensed the problem beforehand, shouldn’t it react only now.

Has my thinking been affected?"

Luo Di shook his head vigorously, using Hell’s heat combining with gray tentacles to repel, before he became clear-headed.

At the same time,

he felt a strong sense of danger coming from the end of the corridor.

He turned his head, looking over.

In the flickering light at the end, there was an old-fashioned rear-projection television. Clack~ The TV turned on as he stared at it.

The screen showed half of a human face,

with the person’s breathing, wisps of fog emanated from the bottom of the TV.

When the fog spread across the floor in front, a pair of leather shoes formed simultaneously, corresponding to a long, thin leg and gaunt body.

A pitch-black suit, appearing somewhat gentlemanly.

The height matched precisely with the corridor ceiling.

The neck and above were shrouded in mist, the face obscured.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The leather shoes stepped,

the sound was unlike the oppressive force of a Murderer,

nor did it resemble a gentleman’s typical sound,

but rather one transmitted through TV audio complete with static noise, hollow echo, and silence.

Each step seemed to echo by the ear, ready to step right before him at any moment.

Luo Di didn’t expect to encounter such a situation upon entering the campus; his sealed tongue almost curled up. Facing it directly likely meant a lethal outcome.

Game Brain had drafted three escape routes.

1. Directly dash into the already opened bedroom, jump out the window; the eighth floor wasn’t particularly high for Luo Di.

2. Destroy the floor with physical strength, achieving a physical descent.

3. Turn and run towards the end-of-the-corridor staircase, following the most conventional horror movie routine to go down.

However, Luo Di opted to turn around and flee, choosing what seemed the most foolish and mindless escape mode.

The reason was simple.

The additional floor already indicated a spatial issue to Luo Di; the so-called "eighth floor" might not be an actual eighth floor, even jumping out might not lead to a safe landing.

To exit this accidentally entered special space, similar to the Corner, the only ’exit’ needed to be found.

The staircase should most resemble an exit.

Yet,

regardless of how fast Luo Di hurried downward,

the numbers at each floor’s corner continued to read [8].

Classic ghostly wall, although not Luo Di’s first encounter, this was indeed the most perilous one.

Not much time was left for him,

continuing down a few more floors, the fog would engulf, and the mysterious figure would be before him. Luo Di could sense that if they met, there wouldn’t be the good luck like surviving a sewer encounter.

Something truly problematic was imminent.

Tap!

Luo Di ceased descending... realizing this senseless downward movement held no purpose.

Standing at the corner, he focused all attention on his brain, even the tentacles tightly wrapped around, eliminating all external disturbances.

To devise a strategy,

to contemplate the exit’s location.

Isolate all external sensory perceptions, ignore the approaching mysterious figure.

The brain swiftly organized and analyzed the entire incident, examining the sources leading to peril, be it the faceless student, the suicide event, or...

"I understand!

Since I began pondering ’fog’-related questions, my external perception started to weaken, unconsciously leading to this level.

Because I desired to understand the fog, to peruse the fog, the fog thus caught me!

I must break this train of thought, resetting my brain." freёnovelkiss.com

Luo Di deeply remembered the teaching of Mr. Hook, that extreme pain could drown out all extraneous thoughts in the brain.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Luo Di gave himself an intense massage of grandmother level, with the whole tendon pulled out, surpassing physical limits of pain, forcing him to open his eyes wide.

The scene before him was no longer the stairwell,

nor any pervasive fog,

no threatening mysterious figure closing in,

he stood on the edge of the dormitory building’s rooftop, one step away from falling like the girl before.

Luo Di instinctively touched his face; all his features were intact.

Sighing in relief, he gazed down at this university campus, with an intense sense of danger constantly looming...

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