It was late at night, the bright moonlight spilling on the door as Qian Jiangyue opened the slightly worn classroom door.
This was an ordinary classroom, inside... dozens of corpses were strewn haphazardly, all mutilated beyond recognition, not one body was intact.
The moonlight illuminated his right cheek, countless shards of glass gleaming with an unusual radiance.
Fresh blood trickled down his cheek and fell to the ground, blossoming into a red flower.
The classroom where Chen Bing had played for Liu Ruoxue was not on the fourth floor, but the third. He had been deceived.
Qian Jiangyue thought to himself.
At the same time, he quickened his stride.
Reaching the staircase entrance, his right hand on the staircase handrail, his strides, which should have been steady, suddenly halted for an unknown reason.
Suddenly, an ominous red figure appeared ahead of him.