I Can Rewind

Chapter 176

That foot was covered with leg hair, and it looked like it belonged to a man.

Han Zhao immediately closed his eyes, but opened his eyelids a little, secretly staring at the foot that suddenly appeared.

There was no sound, the other foot also stretched out, and after stepping on the ladder, a man in a black vest and big pants silently climbed down from the upper bunk.

The face of the person who came down was just behind the light, and in addition to the dim light, Han Zhao was already in a cold sweat from fright.

He just quietly watched the figure crawling down from the corner of his eyes through the slits of his opened eyes.

unfamiliar.

He was sure he didn't know this person well.

After the man got down, he didn't wear shoes on his feet, and suddenly stood still, standing at the end of Han Zhao's bed, facing the direction of the lower bunk.

Han Zhao's heart was jumping in his throat at this moment, he almost stopped breathing in fright, and he didn't dare to move, his hands were firmly grasping the edge of the quilt.

For about five minutes, the air in the entire dormitory was stagnant, revealing a chill.

Then, the man who remained silent and stood still suddenly turned around and walked towards the door of the bedroom.

He walks in a strange way, without shaking his hands, barefoot, on tiptoes, all ten toes are separated, firmly grasping the ground, quietly came to the door, stretched out his hand to open the door,

Before the door was fully opened, the man walked out strangely and silently.

The door of the dormitory was not closed. After he walked out, the door slowly closed, but it stopped when there was still a gap in the door, revealing the dark corridor, and the figure of that person could no longer be seen.

"Gone, gone?"

At this moment, Han Zhao's whole body was drenched with sweat, and there were large beads of sweat on his forehead, soaking the pillow, but he didn't dare to breathe out.

The position where he was lying happened to be able to see the dark corridor outside through the crack of the door, and felt that inexplicable fear seemed to lurk in the unknown darkness.

For a moment, a thought popped into his mind, thinking of the "monster who peeped through the door" circulating in the academy, and now behind the crack in the door in front of him, could there be that monster who peeped through the door peeping at him? Peeping through the door is weird?

With this thought, Han Zhao startled himself.

But after thinking about it, the legend of "peeping through the door" is in the No. 4 laboratory building of the college, and it cannot happen in the dormitory, because it has never been heard of.

Anyway, the guy who was sleeping on his top bunk should be gone, but the door must be closed.

Thinking of this, although Han Zhao was too scared to move, he still gritted his teeth and lifted Xia Liang's quilt.

He also didn't wear shoes, just walked to the door and was about to close the door.

Suddenly, a creepy cold came over, and he clearly felt that the biting cold came from outside the door and was approaching.

"I'll go to you!"

Han Zhao was so frightened that he didn't even have time to close the door. He turned around and took two big strides and climbed onto his bed. After lying down, he threw the quilt over him. In his haste, he couldn't cover one of his feet.

He didn't care about that much anymore, he grabbed the edge of the quilt tightly, closed his eyes, and remained motionless.

The next second, the bedroom door was pushed open, and a man in a black vest and big pants walked in.

The movement of the man walking in was exactly the same as when he went out, with his bare feet raised slightly, his ten toes spread out, firmly grasping the ground.

After he came in, he stood facing Han Zhao's direction for a while, then turned and closed the door.

After the man's figure entered the room, Han Zhao narrowed his eyes and looked at the man's face quietly.

It just so happened that one of the lights coming in from the window hit the door, allowing him to see the man's appearance clearly.

Although he was squinting his eyes, it was enough to see the other party clearly from this angle.

He didn't know him, but Han Zhao was sure that it was an unfamiliar face, with a calm, even gloomy face. Although the other person's eyes were open, Han Zhao always felt that those eyes were gray, like a dead person.

The moment the man turned to close the door, the back of his head was facing this way, under the light from the window, Han Zhao, who was observing him, was shocked, and then his whole body shook like chaff.

At the back of the head of the man in the black vest, a piece of bone and flesh was turned up. You could see the black hole inside the wound, and no blood flowed out, as if the wound had been formed for a long time.

But Han Zhao still clearly remembered that when the man went out to open the door just now, the back of his head was still fine, without any wound.

After seeing the terrifying cut in the head, Han Zhao found that he couldn't stop his body from shaking. After the man in the black vest approached the bed, he trembled even more.

The man stood beside the bed, just like before, falling silent again.

"No, no, if you keep shaking like this, he will definitely find that I'm awake."

Han Zhao knew that at this critical moment, he must not be cowardly or trembling. The next second, he bit his tongue suddenly, and a pain came from him.

The intense pain made him divert his attention, and the shaking of his body gradually stopped.

After about two or three minutes, the man who had been standing at the end of the bed made a movement, grabbed the ladder leading to the upper bunk with both hands, and quickly climbed up with both hands and feet.

Immediately, there was a shaking sensation of the body turning over from above, and it gradually subsided after about a minute.

Han Zhao was so frightened that his hands and feet were not only cold, but also as if they no longer belonged to him. Trembling, he picked up the mobile phone placed beside the pillow, covered his head with the mobile phone under the quilt, and turned on the screen to check the time.

It was two minutes to three in the morning.

That night, Han Zhao not only didn't fall back asleep, he didn't even dare to turn over, and lay with his eyes open until dawn.

But after the man climbed to the upper bunk, there was no further movement.

When the sky was completely bright, Han Zhao finally dared to get up after the sound of other students getting up to wash and go to the bathroom was heard outside the corridor.

He quietly poked his head out of the bed and looked at the upper bunk, he was dumbfounded.

I saw that the upper bunk was well laid out, and there was nothing there, even Guo Jintao’s cotton wool was rolled together, it was clearly the same as when he left last semester, and he hadn’t been touched.

...

Outside the campus of Tianmeng University of Science and Technology is a street in the shape of "Pin". Because it is close to the college, the street is extremely prosperous, but most of them are restaurants, beverage stores and small hotels.

Zhao Zheng, He Bishou, and Xie Hua were sitting in a restaurant, looking at the good dishes on the table, He Bishou wiped the saliva that was about to drip five times, and Yan Junze hadn't come yet.

"Where did this guy go?" He Bishou stared at a plate of braised pork knuckles on the table, as if asking the knuckles.

Unfortunately, Elbow can't speak. Talking Elbow is extraordinary.

Xie Hua was opening the small mirror he carried with him, looking at his cheeks, nose, mouth, etc. in the mirror, and felt that his lips were very red, and he should have applied lipstick or something.

Zhao Zheng glanced at Xie Hua, feeling a little chilly, quickly diverted his attention, and said, "Yan Junze looks very rich, you see, the meal he invited cost at least three or four hundred yuan."

"Whatever, just open your stomach and do your best." He Bishou looked away from his elbows, and finally saw Yan Junze trotting towards him.

"Where did you go when you ordered the food?" Zhao Zheng asked.

Yan Junze chuckled: "I'll go to the kitchen and check to prevent them from using stale ingredients."

"There are so many people eating here every day, how can there be stale ingredients." He Bishou picked up the chopsticks, "Let's do it, what are you waiting for?"

"Eat, eat." Yan Junze also picked up the chopsticks.

Xie Hua suddenly said: "Junze, why is the corner of your mouth red, is it blood? Or did you put on your lipstick and didn't clean it? Let me tell you, before you put on lipstick, you have to prime your lips first. You need to apply a layer of moisturizing cream first, so that the lipstick you apply will be plump and rosy. By the way, what brand do you use?"

Yan Junze smiled awkwardly: "Can I say...is this actually blood? When I came out, I accidentally knocked on the mouth at the door."

After ordering the dishes just now, Yan Junze took this opportunity to go around the restaurant's kitchen. He happened to see the chef killing a few chickens and removing their feathers. He took a few sips of the chicken blood in the bowl.