Chapter 1 The Building Bends

Little Flathead had glass shards stuck in his head, like he was wearing a headdress, and fresh blood slowly seeped down.

He stood for several seconds, staggering a few steps, before collapsing to the ground amidst the screams of those around him.

Zhou Ze had read memoirs of Japanese war criminal soldiers who wrote about how headless corpses seemed to twitch after decapitation, and even the severed heads could still move their eyes.

Perhaps death came too suddenly and decisively, not only did the person not have time to react, but even their body seemed unable to respond in time.

Downstairs in the dormitory building, everything was in a chaotic mess.

Zhou Ze leaned his hands on the railing, sighed, and then looked at the old Taoist.

The old Taoist was completely distraught, his face pale with fright.

"Boss..."

"Sigh, look, a perfectly healthy person, you managed to jinx to death."

"..." The old Taoist was speechless.

The old Taoist felt wronged. He didn't want this either. He sincerely wished Little Flathead a long and healthy life, with a body so strong he could go at it eighteen times a night.

But he was dead.

Just like that, he died suddenly.

So,

Only one drawing was left out of the six.

There was a famous movie series called *Final Destination*. The old Taoist now felt like a character in it. It blatantly told you that you were going to die and even told you how you would die.

Really, it was better to just hit you suddenly and let you die cleanly without pain.

At this moment, the old Taoist was a little envious of Little Flathead, who left unknowingly in an accident. Now, he had to endure the torment of not knowing when he would die.

It was simply... worse than death.

Looking at the boss beside him, he was still smoking.

"Let's go down and take a look."

After Zhou Ze finished speaking, he took the lead in leaving the dormitory. The old Taoist naturally didn't dare to leave Zhou Ze at this time. Anyway, he had made up his mind that even if Zhou Ze went to the bathroom, he would follow closely by his side.

At the entrance of the dormitory building, a group of students surrounded Little Flathead's body, and several dormitory teachers were inside maintaining order.

The feeling was very strange, because at this time, they should be calling 120 and 110 (emergency and police), which they did. They did what they had to do, but it seemed that the major event of a person dying in broad daylight only alarmed one corner of the school.

The students in front went to school, and those who went to the cafeteria for breakfast ate breakfast, as if they didn't care about this matter at all.

Zhou Ze flicked the ash from his cigarette and looked up at the dormitory building.

The old Taoist was trembling beside him, secretly glancing at Little Flathead's body and then quickly looking away. At the thought of following in his footsteps, the old Taoist felt extremely tormented.

Zhou Ze sat down on the steps, like a bystander, and continued to watch everything around him.

"Boss, should we go back first?" the old Taoist suggested.

He didn't want to stay here any longer. He wanted to go back to the bookstore, at least the bookstore could give him some sense of security.

Zhou Ze shook his head. "Can't leave."

Not answering "won't leave," but answering "can't leave."

The old Taoist was stunned for a moment, and he vaguely sensed something was wrong.

Zhou Ze turned around, went back into the dormitory, and directly found a place to sit in the dormitory teacher's office, and made a cup of tea with their tea leaves.

The old Taoist stood beside him, like a little quail.

He didn't know what Zhou Ze was planning to do, but it seemed that his boss had grasped some information. Although he didn't know if he was pretending to be calm or was really calm, at least it made him feel a little more hopeful.

The students all went to school, and the dormitory building became much deserted.

The dormitory teachers didn't come back either. None of them returned to the office, probably busy with Little Flathead's body.

The police didn't come.

The ambulance didn't come either.

After sitting for about half an hour and drinking two cups of tea, Zhou Ze walked out of the office.

At the door of each dormitory in the corridor, there was a row of thermos bottles. The students took out their thermos bottles and placed them outside before leaving the dormitory in the morning to go to school, and then a special aunt would come with a plastic tube to add boiling water to these thermos bottles.

Because this boiling water passed through plastic tubes, it inevitably had some plastic taste in it. Students basically didn't drink it, but only used it to wash clothes or soak their feet.

At this time, an aunt was coming over with a plastic water gun to add water. She slowly walked towards this side from the other end of the corridor.

Zhou Ze stood there without moving, and the old Taoist stood beside Zhou Ze, while the aunt seemed to not see Zhou Ze at all, and continued to walk here.

"Old Taoist, don't you think it's a little strange, there are too many strange things in this place," Zhou Ze said.

"Uh-huh."

"First, Sun Qiu died but continued to live according to inertia, and no one noticed even when corpse spots appeared on his body. Then there were one accident after another, one bizarre scene after another.

"Could this dormitory building be a rare extremely inauspicious place, so that it can give birth to so many ghosts and strange objects?

"Then why was there no movement before, but it suddenly broke out recently?"

"Um... Boss, what exactly do you mean?"

Zhou Ze was silent for a while, thought about it, and said, "I think we should go back."

"Okay."

The old Taoist was ten thousand times willing. Regardless of whether he would have an accident, whether he died here or in the bookstore, he preferred the latter.

The two walked towards the entrance of the dormitory building together. Little Flathead's body had already been removed outside.

Zhou Ze stood on the steps at the door, not in a hurry to go down, but watched the old Taoist walk out step by step.

When the old Taoist was about to walk out of the dormitory building area,

Zhou Ze raised his head.

He saw,

The building was bending over,

As if it was about to collapse.

The old Taoist was completely unaware and continued to walk on his own.

"Old Taoist, don't move," Zhou Ze reminded him.

"Huh?"

The old Taoist took another step out and then turned his head.

In an instant, from a certain dormitory window above, blood spurted out, sweeping towards the old Taoist. This should be the dormitory where Zhou Ze had stayed before and found the pen drawings. It should be on the third floor, but now because of the strange curvature of the entire building, the window of this dormitory was directly facing the old Taoist.

When the blood rushed over, the old Taoist was swept into it.

"Fuck..."

These were the last words the old Taoist had time to say.

He was almost completely collapsed.

It didn't matter how many ghosts came, he had seen ghosts before.

But the building could bend like it was doing pole dancing,

Who had ever seen that?

Goddamn it,

This isn't how you play the game!

Zhou Ze turned around and looked at the woman behind him who was still injecting boiling water into the thermos bottles.

However, the woman's bottle of boiling water seemed to never fill up, and it kept staying on the thermos bottle, and there was a constant sound of water inside.

For people with life experience, when pouring boiling water into a thermos bottle, the sound will change as the water level rises, but here, it has not changed.

"Hey, the bottle is leaking."

Zhou Ze pointed to the thermos bottle and reminded the woman.

The woman was slightly stunned, turned her head, and looked at Zhou Ze. Her face was densely covered with honeycomb-like marks, like countless chicken eyes growing, and some places were still involuntarily closing and stretching.

A very disgusting scene,

Really disgusting.

The woman continued to hold the plastic water pipe in her hand, and the old Taoist outside the dormitory building was constantly struggling in the blood. In the blood, several black figures could be vaguely seen slowly approaching him, and the black figures were holding bright and shiny broadswords in their hands.

Zhou Ze walked over and prepared to take the water pipe from the woman's hand.

A sinister smile appeared on the woman's face.

The water pipe directly twisted and wrapped around Zhou Ze. The previous dead object now seemed to have turned into a python with life!

Zhou Ze's fingernails grew out,

He didn't resist the python, letting it bind him up, and even Zhou Ze could clearly hear the crisp sound of his bones breaking.

Honestly,

It was a little pleasant to hear.

In the distance at the entrance of the corridor, the boy with half his body was starting to crawl over here again, wriggling like a mad dog, roaring something in his mouth.

On the other side, Sun Qiu, covered in corpse spots, was also walking towards here, staggering and confused.

Little Flathead also appeared, with the glass still stuck in his head, blood flowing.

Even the leather shoes that Zhou Ze had destroyed, he didn't know where they had popped up from, and they kept "dripping, dripping."

"Is the game over, because you know, I saw through it?"

Zhou Ze murmured to himself.

In the distance,

The old Taoist had already sunk into the blood, and only bubbles occasionally emerged from the position of his nose, obviously, he couldn't hold on any longer.

Those black figures seemed to be approaching him, and in the blood, there was a petite figure, not a human, like a cat, waiting for its dinner.

Zhou Ze's fingernails didn't sweep around,

But with a kind of decisiveness and determination, he directly pierced into his chest and stirred it around at the same time.

"Hiss..."

The pain was so clear that Zhou Ze's body even began to spasm.

But at this moment, the surrounding scenes began to retreat rapidly, the woman retreated, the Little Flathead dormitory teacher retreated, the half-bodied boy retreated, the leather shoes began to retreat, and even the curved dormitory building began to return to normal.

Everything was like returning to normal.

During this rapid retreat,

Zhou Ze seemed to see a girl standing in the depths of the corridor looking at him, the girl's appearance was a little familiar.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound came,

The sound of a book page being closed.

"Plop... Huff... Huff... Cough... Cough..."

The old Taoist lay on the lawn, breathing heavily and coughing violently at the same time. He strangled his neck tightly with both hands, and it took a while for him to slowly calm down, and then he looked around inexplicably.

He saw Zhou Ze standing beside him, holding a closed notebook in his hand.

The crisp sound that had been made earlier was the sound of Zhou Ze closing the notebook.

Zhou Ze raised his head, seeming to still feel pain in his chest.

"Boss... what's going on?" The old Taoist thought he was about to die just now, but how did things suddenly take a turn for the better?

"You can think carefully about how we got in here," Zhou Ze said slowly.

"We drove here. I tricked the security guard at the school gate and drove in. Then we got out of the car, walked to the living area, found Building B, and then we sneaked in, saw Sun Qiu, and even had a fight with the dormitory teacher..."

"Think more carefully," Zhou Ze reminded him.

"Think more carefully?" The old Taoist scratched his head, and then a look of shock appeared on his face, "I... I... it's true that we drove in, but as soon as we got out of the car, we seemed to see a black cat. That black cat was staring at us in the lawn. I also said we'd catch it and keep it as a pet.

"Then we walked to the lawn and found that the black cat was gone, but there was a notebook on the ground. Boss, you picked up the notebook, and I asked you what was written or drawn on it... and then... then we..."

Zhou Ze looked at the somewhat tattered notebook in his hand.

He didn't dare to open any of the pages again.

"Boss, where's the dormitory building?" The old Taoist looked around and found that something seemed to be missing.

"Look at the other dormitory buildings nearby and how they're marked."

"Building 1, Building 2, Building 3..." The old Taoist counted, and then he slowly stopped counting. The dormitory buildings here were named and distinguished according to Arabic numerals. There was no way to name them with English letters!

"Boss... then Building B, where's Building B?"

Zhou Ze pointed to the notebook in his hand.

"Building B,

Is in here,

Drawn."