harleyscars Chapter 57 Do not respond!
Chapter 57 Do not respond!
Dormitory rule number one:
Lights out at 23:00 PM. Please go to sleep immediately after turning off the lights. Do not open your eyes or respond to any sounds you hear.
The moment the lights went out, the four of them closed their eyes almost simultaneously.
Lin Feng began mechanically counting sheep in his mind, one, two... trying to numb his nerves in the simplest way;
Wasim, on the other hand, used a body relaxation technique, issuing relaxation commands to each muscle from his toes to his forehead.
Sato Ichiro instinctively curled up, wrapping himself in the blanket like a shrimp, seeking a pitiful sense of security;
Park Bu-sung desperately hummed a certain sweet-sounding Korean lullaby in his mind, trying to dispel his fear with the familiar rhythm.
Everyone tries to fall asleep as quickly as possible in their own way.
However, it is counterproductive.
In this absolute silence and the unknown, the more one tries to fall asleep, the more one's consciousness becomes like a taut string, terrifyingly awake.
Every second that passed became exceptionally clear, and the alertness to sound was magnified to the extreme.
Moreover, everyone vaguely felt that the temperature in the dormitory seemed to have dropped a few degrees, and a cold chill quietly seeped into the quilt and clung to the skin.
In the darkness, Park Bu-sung shook his head anxiously, muttering to himself:
"No... I can't fall asleep like this..."
An extreme and foolish idea formed in his mind—to knock himself unconscious!
He sat up abruptly, estimating the direction of the wall in the darkness, gritted his teeth, and slammed his forehead against the hard wall!
A muffled thud followed, accompanied by his suppressed cry of pain: "Ah!"
A large, burning bump quickly swelled up on Park Bu-sung's forehead. Far from making him dizzy, the intense pain actually made him more alert.
Lin Feng and his two companions heard the commotion clearly, but none of them dared to ask any questions.
At this moment, the rules are paramount, and any voice could be a trap. No one can be sure whether it is Pu Bucheng himself or something else imitating him.
Park Bu-sung rubbed his throbbing temples, almost in despair.
He turned towards Wasim's bed: "Wasim! You...you're strong! You strangled me! Just once! I promise I won't blame you! As long as I'm unconscious, that's all that matters!"
Wasim remained completely silent.
Even setting aside the rules, as a criminal police officer, he would never have done something so dangerous and unprofessional.
Strangulation can easily cause irreversible brain damage or even death.
Just then—
"Hiss... hiss..."
A faint sound, like an old radio failing to tune, suddenly rang out in the center of the dormitory room without warning.
Everyone's heart clenched at that moment!
It's here?!
The sound was elusive, sometimes seeming to float on the ceiling, and sometimes as if it were right next to your ear.
"Click...click...click..."
The sound changed, becoming a dry, stiff, cracking sound, similar to that made when old joints move.
It was as if a person with limited mobility was dragging heavy steps, slowly pacing around the dormitory, round and round.
It walked past Wasim's bedside and paused for a moment.
It was near Ichiro Sato's bedside, and the "click" sound seemed to be right next to his ear.
It paused at the foot of Lin Feng's bed, as if looking down and scrutinizing him.
The invisible pressure is like a boulder, pressing down on everyone's chest, making it hard to breathe.
The four of them kept their eyes tightly shut, not daring to even tremble their eyelashes, for fear that the slightest movement would be interpreted as "opening their eyes".
"Waaaaah..."
The sound changed again, turning into a low, suppressed sob.
Like a woman's cry, filled with endless sorrow and grievance, right under Park Bu-sung's bed!
Park Bu-sung's body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably. He could feel that thing was right below him, extremely close!
"No way..."
A familiar voice suddenly rang out, gently calling his name.
It was his mother's voice!
"No, why are you shivering? Are you cold? Let Mom cover you with the blanket..."
This sound is so realistic!
But Park Bu-sung did not lose his mind.
"Ugh..." He bit his hand hard, using the pain to stop himself from responding.
The voice waited for a moment, and when there was no response, it seemed somewhat disappointed.
The sobbing resumed, but soon fell silent again.
Sudden--
"Officer Wasim... help me... I'm trapped..."
This time, it was a strange girl's desperate cry for help that directly triggered Wasim's professional instincts.
Wasim frowned, and veins throbbed on his forehead, but he remained as still as a stone statue.
"Ichiro-kun..."
This time, it was a female voice that made Sato Ichiro's heart almost stop—
It was his ex-girlfriend's gentle voice, with its unique Kansai accent, the kind he had once cherished so much.
But at this moment, the voice was filled with cold disappointment and mockery.
"That's just how you are, always passively accepting everything... You don't even dare to ask why we broke up? You're such a useless man!"
Sato Ichiro's fingernails dug deeply into his palms, but he kept his eyes tightly shut, using his remaining rationality to fight against the agonizing auditory hallucinations.
"Honey~"
A familiar female voice rang in Lin Feng's ears, trembling with a heartbreaking intensity—it was Xia Ning, the mysterious flight attendant.
"Help me... They found out I was helping you... I'm being punished... Ouch, it hurts..."
Her voice was heart-wrenching, each word precisely aimed at the man's weak spot.
However, this voice, which was enough to break anyone, shattered before Lin Feng's unbreakable mental barrier.
The [Mental Fortress] talent previously awarded by the system made him clearly realize that it was nothing more than the lowest form of mental bait.
He even found the trick somewhat childish and laughable, and remained completely unmoved.
The voice seemed to sense something was wrong. After hovering unwillingly by Lin Feng's bedside for a moment, it finally realized that this was an unshakeable target.
So it turned its attention to Park Bu-sung, the weakest-willed student in the dormitory.
After a moment of deathly silence, a soft, slightly weak female voice rang in Park Bu-sung's ear.
He knew that voice all too well, so well that it made his very soul tremble.
It's Kim Ha-eun!
The girl he was once madly infatuated with, whom he couldn't have, and whom he destroyed in the most vicious way!
"No~" Her voice carried that unique gentleness from my memory, yet it also carried a chilling aura from the grave. "Didn't you... say before that you loved hearing my voice the most?"
Park Bu-sung froze instantly, his blood seemingly freezing.
The voice paused, as if recalling something:
"That night... when I received my first call from an unknown number, I was listening to that song you recommended to me before..."
"Later, the phone kept ringing... kept ringing... so many people... the things they said were so awful..."
Her voice began to tremble slightly:
"No, I'm so scared... I turned off my phone, and they started harassing my classmates... They're all asking... if I'm really... doing 'compensated dating'..."
Park Bu-sung's breathing became incredibly heavy, as immense guilt and fear overwhelmed him like a cold tide.
"I can't stay at school anymore... Everyone looks at me strangely... I feel like people are pointing and whispering when I walk down the street..."
"No way~" Her voice suddenly came close, as if her cold lips were pressed against his earlobe.
"That post... 'Lonely senior, available for late-night hookups'... the one with my phone number at the bottom... it was you, wasn't it?"