Hmm—
At that mont, Eva’s action made one almost worry she would swallow the hand covering her mouth.
But no matter what, the scream that should have been bone-chilling was swallowed first.
An area of less than ten square ters, so even though the light was really dim, it was not hard to distinguish that this storage room mainly contained so cleaning tools.
Even with a slight sniff, one could sll the musty odor unique to mops.
And right among these tools, soone was sitting against the corner of the wall.
It was definitely not an illusion of the eyes, and even vaguely visible was a tall form.
At the first mont of entering the door, Fu Qian noticed this anomaly, considering Eva’s ntal capacity, which was why he made the previous arrangents.
As for why he didn’t open that iron door right at the start, but dragged it out to showcase his talent?
If he opened it back then, where could he experience such a colorful campus life?
Moreover, judging by the situation afterwards, he might have directly collided with that guy who was just climbing the stairs.
If the gains from the script’s previous tests were representative, it would imply that in this mission, Transcendent factors might exist, but they didn’t hold such an overwhelming position over ordinary people as usual.
There was room for maneuvering.
In such a scenario, without figuring out the purpose of this script himself, Fu Qian was not in a hurry to blindly interfere with cause and effect.
As evidence, at this mont, this Twilight School was indeed bustling.
Not only was soone besieged and pursued in the labyrinthine structure, with monsters ahead and shadows behind.
Even in a small storage room, there was actually an expert, posing in such an otherworldly manner.
The only pity was that this outsider seed to be soone he knew.
While Eva was over there desperately suppressing her breathing, swallowing the stomach acid rising due to nervousness, Fu Qian was already directly walking to the corner, facing the person sitting there.
The entire process, the other party had no reaction, even when Fu Qian brushed the mop off his brown curls.
Indeed, the matted hair and the sowhat mismatched petite features, at this distance, were enough for Fu Qian to confirm that the person in front of him was the volunteer covered in fake blood from the party basent.
Even just like back then, it was a corpse.
Closed eyes, bloodless face, the appearance was quite consistent with before.
It was just that the timing seed off.
Even though Fu Qian was not that professional being in a mortal body, the general observations still led him to believe that the death ti of the person in front of him was not that long.
Assuming the party was last night, at the most conservative estimate, it would be nearing twenty hours at this point.
However, the corpse in front gave the impression of not only being fresh, but also not stiff, just like yesterday.
Besides, the originally blood-stained clothes had also been changed, the jacket worn was brand new.
...
So how could this have transitioned?
Could it be that across different scripts, there’s no need to worry about plot conflicts?
But clearly, the previous old house exploration, and even Eva’s reaction upon seeing him, already proved the continuity between them.
Could it be that at the end of the party, "Mr. Wolf," called upon for help, directly resurrected the person?
"Joshua?"
While pondering, Eva, who had slightly adjusted her emotions, finally didn’t open the door to flee but followed cautiously standing behind Fu Qian.
At this distance, she could already see the face of the corpse.
Indeed, to Eva, this party guest was an acquaintance, almost imdiately causing her to suppress a gasp.
[Dead]
Making a fairly universal gesture, Fu Qian conveyed this ssage, and then slightly gestured towards the pen in Eva’s hand.
Intense mood swings, temporarily forgetting taboos was entirely understandable.
Not to ntion, in the face of the explosive news of a person being already dead, Eva’s performance was already quite strong, for instance, not needing to cover her mouth again.
The reason for reminding her was not Fu Qian nitpicking.
Primarily, at Eva’s soft gasp, the footsteps upstairs had already paused once more, and seed to be right outside.
...
Not continuing to focus on the corpse, Fu Qian put down the shoe in his hand and walked straight to the door.
Throughout the process, there was no sound outside, as if the person upstairs had discovered sothing, or was looking for sothing.
[Outside?]
The awakened Eva also acted accordingly, putting everything down and coming over, then taking advantage of the slight light penetrating through the gap, wrote a question, even writing on her jacket.
Fu Qian interpreted this as Mr. Wolf’s performance, making her unconsciously consider herself a beneficiary.
[Yes]
Nodding slightly, Fu Qian side-stepped to let her take the best observation position.
This ti, Eva had clearly learned, covering her mouth in advance by herself.
Tap...
And within this anticipation, the footsteps outside finally sounded once more.
At a certain mont, the light penetrating through the gap dimd alongside.
However, in Eva’s heart-stopping tension, the light soon returned to normal, and the footsteps gradually receded.
...
Indeed, it was worthy of being the legendary Rule-level tool.
The door of the storage room honestly was not sturdy at all, if not worried about noise, it could probably be kicked open with one foot.
However, the gentleman outside seed genuinely only passing by, walking away in such a grand manner.
Even when passing by at that instant, his form was finally exposed—
[Wrapped a coat around his head?]
After a fleeting glance, Eva couldn’t help turning to look, writing a line with an eerie expression, as if finding it hard to believe her own eyes.
Of course, her description was indeed correct.
Fu Qian also saw it clearly, the stunning visual impact just now, the grotesque head was actually a light yellow coat, wrapped around and around the head, covering the face.
[Yes]
Nodding slightly in response, Fu Qian glanced at the corner from the corner of his eye.
This sowhat familiar form, reminded him inevitably of the "Blood Garnt" of Butters in the basent, at that ti also covering Joshua’s head.
So much so that although except for this point, it could be completely deduced that it was a human body, the walking posture was not particularly abnormal, yet it naturally made one reminiscent of the term called the walking dead.
Indeed, such a thing is sowhat fantastical, but isn’t it the sa for soone to die twice in such a short ti?
[Why does he do that?]
At this point, Eva, who got Fu Qian’s confirmation, also looked completely confused, asking incomprehensibly.
[Hard to say, but he should soon collide with what’s chasing us]
Writing is tiring work, Fu Qian had no intention of making any lengthy analytical remarks at this mont, swiftly responding after taking the pen.
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