Chapter 1807: Chapter 1782: Vulgar Fear (15)

This is truly a land of auspiciousness.

Despite the poor visibility, Fu Qian had confidence in his dynamic vision; it was clearly some kind of humanoid creature, possibly with ill intentions.

Why suspect malicious intent?

Simple, why would you hide if you had no ill intentions?

Especially when only glancing back slightly.

Undoubtedly, he and his companion were in the latter’s absolute lock.

[The one playing the piano?]

Unable to see anything, Fu Qian pulled the stiff Eva back and found a pen to casually ask.

[No, there’s no piano there.]

The person, seemingly knowledgeable about various eerie rules, was genuinely frightened by this scene, calming down before quickly writing.

[These are just some special taboos of this corridor.]

So, this person is entirely extraneous?

Instantly realizing, Fu Qian verified his speculation about Eva’s reaction.

Clearly, in her knowledge, this place might be dangerous, but it’s more about those special taboos rather than some actual movable monster.

Yet, at the same time, Eva initially mentioned that something came in here.

Hence, the blood in the bathroom.

Combining the two, it seems a very simple guess can be made—that thing has caught up.

Of course, for Fu Qian, this development was a casual guess, not the only possibility he considered.

"Ah—"

Unfortunately, Eva didn’t remain objective; at that moment, she, who had been acting silently, finally couldn’t hold back and squeezed out half a scream from her throat.

But it was only for a moment; she immediately covered her mouth with her hand, almost to the point of retching.

...

In any case, the situation seemed increasingly aligned with the description.

Seeing the signs of Eva’s mind being breached, Fu Qian casually pulled her back to calm her down while continuing to observe the corridor.

No further movements, the figure vanished into a room, not showing any signs of appearing again.

Excluding the tiny possibility of mutual hallucination, the situation undoubtedly became more serious.

The more eager the hiding, the more malicious the intent; this surely isn’t a complex logic.

Such malice should undoubtedly not appear out of nowhere in a high school.

The many transcendent-talented taboos that Eva mentioned seemed increasingly credible.

[Have you seen it before?]

With no sign of the figure reappearing, Fu Qian withdrew his gaze and wrote down a line.

[No]

And it seemed Eva had somewhat recovered, shaking her head without hesitation.

[Let’s go quickly, in case they catch up]

In the next moment, she grabbed Fu Qian’s arm, using clear body language to express this suggestion.

A reasonable choice.

Fu Qian glanced at the increasingly dark path ahead and deeply agreed.

The passage ahead was not as long as the previous corridor, veering into an arc before leading to a door.

Although presumably still winding beyond, the chance of finding a stairway down seemed high.

Eva was clearly unwilling to double back and check what the ill-intended thing was.

The thing wouldn’t easily give up the chase either.

Nodding, Fu Qian followed again.

...

It’s hard to imagine this building was originally intended to be a school.

Following Eva’s lead, Fu Qian once again experienced what it meant to twist and turn.

Fortunately, upon rounding the last bend, they could see an open door leading to a stairwell—where visibility was already quite low.

Victory was in sight; the only bad news was that the path was too convoluted to confirm the follower’s position.

Eva seemed not unaware of this, so much so that the sense of crisis combined with the escape ahead made her tempo change, no longer considering silence.

Tap, tap, tap...

However, even so, the crisp footsteps that rang in the silence were definitely not hers.

Her movements came to a halt, and just about to pass through the last door, Eva nearly toppled over.

No matter how much she resisted inwardly, she could clearly hear the footsteps were coming from the upstairs.

Even rapidly approaching.

Interesting.

At this point, Fu Qian had caught up, joining in by the side to evaluate.

Theoretically speaking, though late, someone walking inside such a school building was still normal.

Eva’s reaction was somewhat overreacting under psychological pressure.

Yet, even so, Fu Qian refrained from urging her.

After all, judging by the previous situations, she had somehow accumulated considerable "knowledge," potentially spotting extra abnormalities in the footsteps— gotta respect the professional—damn!

Just then, the footsteps inside abruptly halted, and Fu Qian keenly perceived her posture wasn’t quite right, supporting her.

Praised just moments ago for her professionalism, Eva weakened suddenly, collapsing feebly.

At a critical moment, it seemed her composure couldn’t hold.

Though to be fair, it was understandable—

As the footsteps stopped, from this angle they could see a silhouette indeed appear in the stairwell, also halting, gazing upward.

Though it appeared as a mass of darkness, they could approximately discern its disproportionately large head, far beyond a normal human’s scope.

Such a scene was indeed quite frightening for Eva, recently under much distress.

Of course, the most crucial point was, something was pursuing from behind as well.

"There’s no way out there."

In the next moment, a slightly overstimulated Eva realized she was being dragged quickly, even abandoning textual communication for a soft reminder.

She was indeed right; in a pincer attack, Fu Qian had chosen a dead end, a clear utility room locked tightly.

However, just after reminding him, Eva seemed to realize Fu Qian intended a brief hideaway, slightly invigorated.

Though in the next moment, gazing at the lock on the door rendered her stupefied again, unable to fathom why it was locked too.

The footsteps from the stairs resumed, drawing closer—

A soft noise accompanied, as Fu Qian finished unlocking and pulled her in, closing the door behind.

Though aware they shouldn’t make a sound at this time, the successive impacts allowed Eva a view through a narrow slit outside, exhaling long to regain calm.

Hm?

Then, puzzled, she felt Fu Qian grab her hand, pressing it against her mouth.

Fu Qian offered no explanation but gently directed her head to look back—

In the already cramped space, a person was sitting quietly in the corner.

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