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Zhang Wei had never expected that he had just come in to sneak some photos when he was discovered by the other party.

Being discovered was bad enough, but he could have taken the chance to run back, yet this guy's face filled the entire screen, what was that all about?

This sight frightened Zhang Wei so much that he shivered violently and dropped his phone on the floor, which then slid under the stall partition.

"Damn it, my brand new Banana phone X plus!"

The person bending over and looking his way seemed as if nothing had happened, straightened up, and didn't even bother to pick up the phone that had fallen over. Instead, he silently unzipped his pants, apparently really preparing to use the toilet.

Zhang Wei looked down and saw that the phone had fallen beside the man's foot, some distance from the poop trough. He clenched his teeth tightly, hesitated a moment, and then reached out his hand.

In this situation, if it were Guo Jintao here, he would have definitely turned around and walked away. Still want the phone? He wouldn't want it even if there were ten phones.

But Zhang Wei was different, recklessly brave, voracious for money, and desperate to become famous; these were his labels.

After only a slight hesitation, he decided he had to get his phone back, especially since the guy over there seemed to have only glanced at him momentarily and wasn't paying attention.

He reached out his hand, groped around for a while, and Zhang Wei was extremely careful not to touch the man's foot as he gently grabbed the phone.

He picked up the phone, slowly moving it back towards his stall.

The next second, an icy hand grabbed his wrist that held the phone. Zhang Wei froze for a moment as a strong force pulled him violently.

Zhang Wei's head smashed against the partition door, and he instantly fell unconscious.

The icy hand did not let go of Zhang Wei but continued to drag him towards the next stall with a death grip, causing Zhang Wei's face to be squeezed severely against the partition, completely deforming it.

In a little while, this guy would likely either have a broken arm or his head squashed.

Just then, a baton fell from the sky and thudded against the wrist of the mysterious man holding onto Zhang Wei.

The man immediately let go and stepped back, landing a foot in a puddle. He fell straight backward, his head smashing through the partition door and hitting the step of the urinal across from it.

The next second, Yan Junze walked over, picked up the baton with a look of surprise, and, gazing at the man lying on the ground, muttered to himself, "That's not right, Chen Rui'an, the task notice says your fall has nothing to do with me. This time it must be a coincidence. Even if I hadn't hit your hand with the baton, you would've fallen anyway."

After speaking, Yan Junze looked over at Zhang Wei in the other stall—his face almost deformed, unconscious—and shook his head. He went into the stall where Zhang Wei was, straightened up the poor fellow, laid him down, and then stood in the stall, closing the door behind him.

About ten seconds later, the man in the black tank top, Chen Rui'an, slowly got up without making a sound, just silently standing up and touching the back of his head.

At the back of his head a horrifying hole had appeared, the skull fractured, but no blood flowed, as if the wound had been formed a long time ago.

Chen Rui'an's movements were stiff. He seemed not to remember how he had fallen or whether he had finished peeing. He simply turned around with rigid limbs and walked out of the restroom, exiting the washroom.

Since he was barefoot and tiptoeing, his toes clinging to the ground, he made no sound as he walked.

When he left, Yan Junze had already closed the stall door in advance, so Chen Rui'an did not see him and the unconscious Zhang Wei.
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After estimating Chen Rui'an had been gone for a while, Yan Junze crouched down to lay Zhang Wei, who was in a provocative pose, flat again for some comfort, before opening the door and walking out.

As he left, Yan Junze noticed that although Zhang Wei was unconscious, he was still tightly clutching his regained phone.

Inside the corridor.

Having just witnessed another shadow closely following Zhang Wei into the bathroom, Guo Jintao worried about Zhang Wei's safety, his heart burning with anxiety, yet fear kept him from daring to approach.

He mustered all his courage and moved forward step by step, inching to about the midway point between the dorm room and the bathroom, still remaining in the corridor, carefully leaning against the wall and observing the direction of the bathroom.

Right at that moment, a figure flashed past the bathroom door, someone emerged, walking in a peculiar manner as if floating off the ground, moving into the corridor.

The person wore a black tank top, baggy shorts, and had a vacant look in their eyes, an expressionless face.

"Is that the strangeness?!"

Upon seeing who it was, Guo Jintao shuddered with fright.

At that time, he didn't dare turn around and run towards the dorm; after all, there was only this one corridor, and now that the strangeness had appeared in it, running would make him an incredibly easy target—maybe he would be chased down immediately.

"As long as I don't touch him, don't confront him head-on, it should be fine, it must be."

Guo Jintao encouraged himself inwardly and instead moved quickly two steps forward towards the direction Chen Rui'an was coming from, standing in front of Room 505's door, pressing his body and hiding by the doorknob.

Although the door of Room 505 was closed, the space by the door didn't align perfectly flush with the wall—it receded slightly inward, and this recess became Guo Jintao's hiding spot.

Chen Rui'an's walk was not only peculiar but also swift, crossing the space with a few light steps.

Guo Jintao pressed his back against the door of Room 505 behind him as hard as he could, not daring to let out a breath, eyes closed tightly as Chen Rui'an approached, out of sheer fright.

But after only two seconds, he opened them again.

He couldn't help it; Guo Jintao was too terrified. What if, the moment he closed his eyes, Chen Rui'an suddenly decided to harm him as he passed?

So, he could only squint his eyes; this way, he could stay aware of Chen Rui'an's movements and yet fool himself into a false sense of security, feeling somewhat more at ease.

As Chen Rui'an neared, the chilling sensation intensified. Guo Jintao, petrified, kept his body completely pressed against the door, not moving an inch.

Squinting through his eyelids, he watched as Chen Rui'an passed slowly in front of him, feeling the temperature around his body drop suddenly, the sight of that pair of feet gliding eerily over the floor causing a shiver down his spine, a buzzing in his ears.

As Chen Rui'an passed by, Guo Jintao felt as if the world around him had become surreal, as though he were in a dream.

His gaze fixated, watching Chen Rui'an walk past him and continue on without stopping.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl at that moment, so much so that Guo Jintao felt like cursing out of frustration.

Finally, Chen Rui'an had completely passed by without glancing in his direction.

Guo Jintao's heart, which had climbed to his throat, gradually settled down.

Just then, with a click, the door to Room 511, which Chen Kun had been holding open, suddenly closed.

Guo Jintao was startled, and now he genuinely wanted to curse.

As long as Chen Rui'an walked into the dorm and climbed up to the top bunk, this weird incident would have been over, and he never expected that at this critical moment, that kid would actually lock the door!?