Chapter 1809: Vulgar Fear (Seventeen)

Theoretically, the person walking outside was just a student who had his coat wrapped around his head, and the probability is still the highest among all possibilities.

As long as there is a reasonable motive for doing so.

After all, returning to school on a weekend when no one is around, such an anti-human behavior, and even wrapping his coat around his head in a mess, looking ashamed to see people.

This psychological state alone is magical enough.

And the meaning of Fu Qian's response is also simple. If you want to know whether this person is a human or a ghost, or even why he does this if he is a human, you just need to wait for the development.

The mysterious figure chasing behind is obviously running in both directions with it.

Of course, theoretically speaking, if the road ahead is open, it is the most normal behavior for classmate Eva to run away quickly and escape from here, instead of staying to watch the fun.

After returning the pen to the other party, Fu Qian went straight back to the corner of the room and continued to look at the special corpse.

[Let's hide for a while? ]

And as if her fatal curiosity was really aroused, classmate Eva hesitated for a moment and actually retreated back.

Although even the words written on the white coat are now difficult to see clearly.

[Yes]

Fu Qian just nodded slightly, and continued to focus on the sitting corpse, and carefully felt from the shoulders and neck to the head.

As a corpse, this one's sitting posture is very chic, far from the previous posture of lying on the ground.

In addition, without the confusion of the fake blood, the inspection is much more refreshing.

And this time, Fu Qian finally passed through the curly hair and touched an abnormal mark at the back of the head.

It seemed to be hit by something, but no blood flowed out.

So rather than saying it was the cause of death, the probability of whipping the corpse is obviously higher.

This point is not so contradictory to the situation at the party.

But why whipping the corpse seems to have become an intriguing question.

...

It can be seen that although Eva has become a little numb due to continuous stimulation, Fu Qian's autopsy behavior still caused a great shock to Eva.

In addition, the light was already dim to the point of no return, and she finally gave up text communication with her hands stiffly.

But even though she looked cold, she still had no intention of opening the door and leaving, and she was not even prepared to move away from the corpse.

Fortunately, after Fu Qian touched his head, he did not intend to continue to check his body, but turned to the pockets of his clothes, and even took off his coat in the end.

Nothing was found.

Every pocket was clean, and there was nothing.

It sounded the same outside.

Calculating the time, the one who walked over with his head wrapped should have almost met the stalker, but there has been no movement until now.

It doesn't look good no matter how you look at it. Not only did they not kill each other, but they even felt like they had won a victory.

[No sound]

It was obvious that this worry was not only shared by Fu Qian, but also by Eva.

The words were no longer clear, so she simply pointed directly in the direction she came from.

[Know]

Fu Qian nodded, and the next moment he stood up directly, which scared Eva.

[Is there any taboo from here upwards? ]

All the way to the door, Fu Qian took the pen and wrote a sentence directly, and pointed to the top of his head.

Huh?

With the dim light from the crack in the door, Eva, who followed subconsciously, was obviously shocked and could not understand what Fu Qian was going to do.

[No]

Until Fu Qian's gesture reminded her, she finally shook her head quickly.

"But it's dangerous outside."

And then she noticed the shoes that Fu Qian picked up again, and seemed to react to something. Eva gave up the text communication and lowered her voice to the limit to remind him quickly.

"So you can stay here."

Unfortunately, Fu Qian replied with almost the same volume and opened the door directly.

...

No one could be seen outside, and Eva didn't follow him out.

Gently closing the door with his backhand, Fu Qian stood in the sky that was about to get completely dark, sighed at Eva's desire to survive, and continued to move forward in the direction he had just left unfinished.

This time, there was no new footsteps in the stairwell.

But it doesn't matter. Fu Qian put on the shoes in his hand, looked up and down, and then climbed up the stairs.

Bang!

According to Eva, there is no special taboo to walk on this.

Of course, she also reminded that the fence next to it was very old, and it might make quite a noise if you accidentally touched it, which was especially easy to expose yourself in such silence.

Fortunately, Fu Qian didn't touch it accidentally.

After walking up a few steps, he locked onto a particularly shaky section with the faint light, and the next moment his footsteps tilted and the whole person leaned on it.

The huge sound was so harsh in the darkness, accompanied by a tooth-grinding friction sound.

And Fu Qian, who made such a noise, continued to move upward without stopping, and suddenly accelerated the frequency, like running away quickly.

Not only that, he even imitated the image he had just seen, and casually wrapped Joshua's coat around his head.

...

Doing this kind of thing in an environment that seems to be full of dangers is undoubtedly not a wise choice, but anyone with a normal mind would not do this.

But thinking in reverse, if someone does this, it means that either he is brainless or his purpose is a bit abnormal.

Although some vague conclusions were drawn through the two scripts, they were still far from enough to sort out the overall mission ideas.

In Fu Qian's judgment, if the escape was successful in such a muddled way, then the probability of the mission being directly judged as a failure the moment he left the building would be very high.

From dusk to night, the situation in this place became more and more confusing, and it was time to stir up the muddy water.

And since all places were quiet, making some noise was undoubtedly a very efficient approach.

Of course, since the situation was not well grasped, it was not ruled out that there was a certain possibility that he was shuttling among many monsters in a mortal body.

So after stirring up the muddy water, it would be best if he could not get a single leaf on himself.

After running up a floor at a hurried pace, Fu Qian casually turned on the staircase lights in this section, exposing his strange shape briefly in the light.

And then he turned off the lights, unbuttoned the coat on his head and threw it away, and took off his shoes again and carried them.

While walking in silence, he had already left the stairwell and entered the corridor on the upper floor. He opened a door and hid inside.

This series of actions took only half a minute, but it undoubtedly broke the tranquility of the night.

While Fu Qian sat behind the door and listened quietly, another hurried footsteps suddenly sounded, which really inherited his will.