Chapter 1809: Chapter 1784: Vulgar Fear (17)

In theory, the person walking outside was just a student with a coat wrapped around their head, which is statistically the most likely possibility.

As long as there’s a reasonable motive for doing so.

After all, returning to school on an empty weekend, engaging in such anti-social behavior, even wrapping one’s head in a mess like that, appearing too embarrassed to be seen.

This psychological state alone is quite surreal.

Fu Qian’s response was simple; to find out whether that person was human or ghost, or if they were human, why they were doing this, one just needed to wait and watch how things unfolded.

The mysterious figure chasing behind, clearly engaging in a two-way pursuit.

Of course, theoretically, with the path forward clear, the most reasonable action for Eva would be to quickly escape from here, rather than stick around to watch the spectacle.

Handing the pen back to the other party, Fu Qian returned to the corner of the room, continuing to examine the peculiar corpse.

[Should we hide for a while longer?]

It seemed that Eva was truly caught by a fatal curiosity, hesitating for a moment before stepping back as well.

Even the words written on the white coat were already difficult to discern by now.

[Okay]

Fu Qian just nodded slightly, his attention returning to the seated corpse, his hands carefully exploring from the shoulders to the head.

For a corpse, this one’s seated posture could be described as dashing, far from comparable to the previous prone position on the floor.

Without those numerous fake bloodstains to obscure vision, the examination was much clearer.

This time, Fu Qian finally felt an abnormal mark through the curly hair at the back of the head.

It seemed to have been struck by something, but no blood was flowing out.

So rather than being the cause of death, the likelihood of abuse after death was significantly higher.

This point made it somewhat less contradictory to the situation at the party.

But the reason for mistreating the corpse posed yet another intriguing question.

...

It was evident that, although somewhat numb from continuous stimuli, Fu Qian’s autopsy behavior still gave Eva quite a shock.

Additionally, with the light already dimmed to a desperate degree, she finally gave up on textual communication with stiff hands.

Even though her posture was entirely chilled, she still showed no intention of leaving, not even backing away further from the corpse.

Fortunately, after Fu Qian finished feeling the head, he didn’t proceed with a full body check, instead starting to explore the clothes pockets, even removing the coat at the end.

Nothing was found.

Every pocket was clean, with no findings.

It sounded the same outside.

Judging by the time, the person with the wrapped head should almost have encountered the follower, yet no noise emerged until now.

Things didn’t look good at all, not only avoiding mutual destruction but even appearing to have a successful meeting.

[No sound]

It was clear that this concern was shared by both Fu Qian and Eva.

The words were indiscernible now, so she resorted to repeatedly pointing in the direction they came from.

[Understood]

Fu Qian nodded, then suddenly stood up, startling Eva.

[Are there any taboos going up from here?]

Reaching the door, Fu Qian took the pen and wrote a line, pointing upward.

Huh?

Using the dim light through the door crack, Eva barely discerned it, intuitively following up, clearly shocked and unable to fathom what Fu Qian intended to do.

[No]

Until Fu Qian gestured, she quickly shook her head.

"But it’s dangerous outside."

Then noticing Fu Qian picking up the shoe again, seemingly realizing something, Eva directly abandoned textual communication, whispering urgently with her voice suppressed to the limit.

"So you can stay here."

Unfortunately, Fu Qian replied at nearly the same volume, then directly opened the door.

...

No one was visible outside, and Eva indeed didn’t come out.

Gently closing the door, Fu Qian sighed over Eva’s strong survival instinct, then directly continued forward in the direction left unvisited earlier.

This time, no new footsteps sounded in the stairwell.

But it didn’t matter; Fu Qian put on the shoe in his hand, surveyed around, and started ascending the stairs.

Bam!

According to Eva’s statement, there weren’t any specific taboos regarding walking up to this level.

Of course, she’d also warned that the old railing nearby might make a considerable noise if bumped into, making one especially prone to exposure in such silence.

Luckily, Fu Qian wasn’t clumsily bumping into it.

After a few steps up, using the dim light, he locked onto a particularly rickety part, and, in the next moment, stumbled, leaning on it.

The huge noise was ear-piercing in the darkness, accompanied by teeth-grinding friction sounds.

And causing such a racket, Fu Qian continued upwards without pausing his steps, dramatically accelerating his pace like a rapid escape.

Not only that, he even mimicked the scene he’d witnessed earlier, wrapping Joshua’s coat around his head.

...

Performing such actions in a seemingly perilous environment was undoubtedly unwise, and anyone with a sane mind wouldn’t do it.

But reversing the thinking, if someone did do it, it indicated either they were mindless or their purpose was rather abnormal.

Earlier, though a couple of scripts offered slight blurry conclusions, it was still far from sufficient to clarify the overarching task’s direction.

In Fu Qian’s judgment, if he simply managed to escape this hazily, the probability of the task being deemed a failure upon departing this building was exceptionally high.

From dusk to darkness, the situation here grew increasingly complicated; it was about time to stir the muddy waters.

And given everywhere was eerily silent, causing a little commotion was undoubtedly an incredibly efficient approach.

Of course, considering the limited grasp of the situation, there was still a slight chance he might be weaving through numerous monsters surrounded by mere mortal flesh.

After stirring up the muddy waters, the ideal outcome would be to remain unscathed.

Ascending a floor with quick strides, Fu Qian casually turned on the stair light for this section, briefly exposing his strange form in the light.

Immediately afterward, he turned off the light, unwrapped the coat from his head, and took off his shoes again to carry.

Walking silently, he had left the stairwell, entering the corridor on an upper floor, casually opening a door to hide.

This entire series of actions took no more than half a minute but undeniably shattered the night’s tranquility.

While sitting behind the door, listening quietly, another set of urgent footsteps suddenly started, truly fulfilling his intentions.

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