Translator: CinderTL
"Alright, alright." While avoiding Banana Wolf's gaze, Wei Jinting hurriedly interjected, "It's my turn now, I encountered something particularly terrifying last night."
As he spoke, it seemed he was recalling the scene, and his demeanor became much more earnest.
"I went to bed as soon as I got home yesterday. You might not know this, but I have exceptionally good sleep quality; I can fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. But last night, while I was sleeping, I suddenly jolted awake." He swallowed hard and asked in a low voice, "Can you guess what happened?"
"Hehe." A low, sinister laugh echoed from a figure clad in black stockings, if he remembered correctly, named Lu Huaxu.
"You died," he rasped.
At this, everyone fell silent.
Only Wei Jinting seemed oblivious to the atmosphere, continuing to speak to himself, "I suddenly felt very cold. Well, not really cold, just a very peculiar sensation."
"I don't know if you've ever experienced it, but it felt like a premonition from the beyond, making me inexplicably anxious."
"The whole room was pitch black, and I was curled up in my blanket, with most of my body tightly wrapped, leaving only my head exposed."
For some reason, when Fatty heard Wei Jinting mention that only his head was showing, he felt a chill run down his spine.
"Did you not turn on the lights in your room?" The question came from a man named Wu, whose strangeness lay not only in his name but also in his demeanor.
He seemed utterly indifferent, as if very few things could pique his interest.
The moment he spoke, many eyes turned toward him, including Wan Yuanning's. After a quick glance, she immediately averted her gaze, seemingly worried about being noticed.
"No," Wei Jinting replied.
"Why didn't you turn on the lights?" Wu's tone was calm, but there was an underlying pressure in his demeanor.
Unexpectedly, Wei Jinting seemed to feel deeply wronged, mumbling, "I wanted to, but the situation didn't allow it. What could I do?"
"The lights in my room were broken and couldn't be turned on; the only light that worked was in the bathroom." Recalling the situation in his room, he huffed in frustration, complaining, "And it flickered! Am I supposed to stay in the bathroom?"
"I wouldn't go there; only a fool would! That's definitely a trap set by a ghost!"
"Keep going," Hua Luo urged.
"At that moment, I twisted my neck and looked around, feeling like something was off. Then I noticed the bedroom door was open, but I distinctly remembered closing it before going to sleep."
"Since there were no lights in the living room, it was especially dark. For some reason, I felt like someone was watching me, and it wasn't the kind of gaze that felt normal." He emphasized, "It was a malicious stare; I could feel it!"
"And what was even stranger was that it felt like there was more than one person—by the living room, the bathroom, beside the bed, under the table, at the door—there seemed to be... something everywhere."
"Even on the ceiling."
"But I didn't dare to go over and check, so I couldn't be sure. But soon, I was certain!"
"I saw it! I really saw it!"
"Don't panic," Liu Guo frowned and advised, "What did you see?"
Wei Jinting seemed genuinely terrified, his breathing growing heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He turned his head, staring into Liu Guo's eyes, "I saw a pair of eyes."
"Eyes?"
"Yes, no, no, not a pair, just one—one eye!!" He corrected himself, "Right by the nightstand next to my bed."
"About... this close." Gritting his teeth, he told Liu Guo, "It was staring at me through a crack."
"One... blood-red eye."
Once Liu Guo processed this, he instinctively took a step back. According to Wei Jinting, the distance between him and that eye was no more than 20 centimeters.
It was almost touching.
Just imagining the scene made his scalp tingle.
"And then what?" Chu Jiu asked quietly, clearly not the only one curious about this question; the others were equally intrigued.
"In a panic, I grabbed the screwdriver I had hidden under my pillow before going to sleep and stabbed it through the crack." Wei Jinting gritted his teeth, "I didn't expect it to hit so accurately, and then that ghost eye disappeared."
"The whole night was incredibly quiet, and that feeling of being watched completely vanished." He added.
It seemed that Banana Wolf's incident had set a precedent for him, so he didn't need anyone to urge him; he pulled out the weapon-like screwdriver himself.
However, unlike Banana Wolf, he pulled it out from his pants.
"How laughable," he muttered.
It was a very large screwdriver, with traces of blood still on the tip, as if silently accusing the brutality of last night's encounter.
Fatty was quite familiar with screwdrivers and knew that if this had stabbed someone in the eye, that person would likely be finished.
As for ghosts, he wasn't very knowledgeable, but it seemed they wouldn't fare well either; otherwise, they wouldn't have fled so quickly, abandoning their post for the entire night.
Everyone glanced at the screwdriver, then turned to look at the large knife in Banana Wolf's hand, swallowing hard in unison.
"Wei Jinting is from Building 3, and Banana Wolf is from Building 2." Wan Yuanning turned her head and said, "Isn't there something similar in Building 1?"
Her voice, like her presence, was very pleasant, but the only oddity was that whenever others met her gaze, they would quickly look away.
It wasn't so much that they disliked her, but rather that they were unaccustomed to it.
After secretly staring at this woman for a few moments, first at her face and then at her even more striking figure, Jiang Cheng felt a spark ignite within him.
Fatty casually glanced at the doctor, feeling as if spring had arrived.
"Yes, yes, it's me." A small voice piped up, and Chu Jiu raised her hand, but halfway up, she seemed to think it was too childish, so she paused and prepared to lower it.
But before she could let go, she felt a strong hand support her arm. Confused, she looked over to find a face that radiated clarity and calm.
Jiang Cheng looked gently into her eyes and said in a very gentlemanly manner, "Chu Jiu, be a bit bolder." He suddenly became excited, "You can do it!"
Chu Jiu was startled by him, but in the end, it was Chen Yi who stepped forward and swatted Jiang Cheng's hand away, saying coldly, "Take your hand off!"
Jiang Cheng smacked his lips, reluctantly walking back, leaving behind a flirtatious glance at Chu Jiu, completely unconcerned about what others thought of him.
Regarding this, Fatty had once calmly advised him not to appear so desperate in his nightmares.
At that time, Fatty swallowed hard and said, "Doctor, we need to have some dignity." He paused, "At least a little."
(End of the Chapter)
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