Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

It was the red dress he had seen not long ago.

Beneath the skirt was a pair of champagne-colored stilettos covered in wet, soft red mud. Many of the rhinestones on the shoes had fallen off due to the impact, and one of the heels had even broken off.

From any perspective, this shouldn't be something you could wear on your feet.

Liang Zaibing pretended not to notice, stood up casually, and politely said goodbye to the school doctor.

"We're going to the hospital now."

Huang Fang was waiting to get the leave slip when he was suddenly pulled away.

After walking about twenty meters away, Liang Zaibing loosened his grip, feeling like he had almost dislocated Huang Fang's arm.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave? It's like you've seen a ghost."

After careful consideration, Liang Zaibing only offered the most conservative guess: "I suspect the school doctor is not mentally stable."

"I think she's doing fine." Huang Fang, puzzled, unfolded the leave slip he was holding and looked at it.

The signature area was written with the three characters "Zeng Shiyao" in red ink. The handwriting was delicate and beautiful, but the red ink hadn't dried and had bleed through, making it look a bit eerie.

"It's hard to explain to you, but it's best to stay away from her."

Huang Fang gave a vague "Oh," then asked, "Is that photo really yours? Why did the school doctor say it was hers?"

Liang Zaibing went through all her memories but couldn't find the source of the photo. She shook her head blankly, "I don't remember, but the feeling is very important."

"Tsk, how come this young man has dementia at such a young age?"

Liang Zaibing smiled helplessly, "Maybe he accidentally bumped his head and lost his memory."

"You think this is a Korean drama? It's more likely to be Alzheimer's. I'll get you checked out at the hospital later."

"No need, I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere, I should be fine."

Huang Fang immediately became anxious. "The school doctor said it's very serious. You can't hide your illness and avoid seeking medical treatment. Is it because you don't have enough money? I can lend you some first, and you can pay me back when you have the money."

"I appreciate your kind offer." Liang Zaibing put her arm around his shoulder and patted him. "Maybe it's not a bacterial infection, it's just that he's reached a certain age and his Sharingan has opened up."

Huang Fang chuckled immediately, "Still acting like a teenager at a time like this?"

"I'll observe first, and if I feel unwell, I'll definitely go to the hospital immediately."

Huang Fang reluctantly agreed, "You said it, if you really feel unwell, you can't delay."

"rest assured."

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After a day of training, everyone went back to their dormitories to shower and sleep, covered in sweat.

Lu Hao and Lin Yucheng finished washing up, and it was Huang Fang's turn.

Liang Zaibing sat at the table, looking at the photo repeatedly, trying to find the source of that strange feeling.

Compared to his parents, the child felt more special to him, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

The boy was quieter than others his age. His thick, somewhat stiff bangs almost covered his eyes, which were dark and deep, like the calm surface of a sea at night.

Liang Zaibing always felt that he was looking at her through a thin photographic paper.

"I'm done showering!" Huang Fang shouted as he rushed out wrapped in a bath towel. "Go ahead and shower."

Liang Zaibing picked up the clothes basket to take a shower, but after hesitating for a moment, she stuffed the family photo into the pocket of her pajamas.

Although I don't know why this photo is on me, or why that strange school doctor lied to me about the photo, it's better to leave things as they are until I figure it out.

After entering the bathroom, Liang Zaibing did not take off her clothes immediately. She turned the faucet from the far left to the middle, let the water run for a while until she felt the temperature was about right, and then officially started taking a shower.

Just as she took off her shirt, a sharp alarm suddenly sounded outside. Liang Zaibing immediately remembered that the instructor had mentioned there might be a surprise fire drill, so she quickly put on her T-shirt and ran outside.

Huang Fangzheng frantically searched for his underwear, howling like a banshee, but Lu Hao grabbed him and pulled him away.

"Stop dawdling, we're all doomed if it's not over in four minutes."

There were many half-naked men like Huang Fang in the corridor, and some even came out with foam on their heads. The instructors were as imposing as tigers.

In less than two minutes, the entire floor became completely quiet, with only the wind whistling through the hall.

A creaking metallic scraping sound rang out, and the showerhead, which had been turned off, was suddenly turned on slightly. The water flowing out was not clear, but thick and crimson like fresh blood.

Soon, the red water pooled on the floor tiles, its shape twisting and changing, like a little person dragging on the ground, quickly crawling towards the shelf.

The bloodstains slowly spread up the wall, reaching the pocket of the pajamas, just a hair's breadth away...

boom--

The bathroom door was pushed open forcefully, and in that instant, the pool of blood flowed into the drain and disappeared without a trace.

Liang Zaibing rushed out without even having time to look for the photos in her pocket. She grabbed the clothes and ran out.

Liang Zaibing returned to the formation in the last few seconds, and only had time to get the photos when the leader explained the key points of fire evacuation.

He sensed something was wrong the moment he touched the pocket.

The skin under his hand felt damp and sticky. He spread his hand out under the light and saw mottled red marks on his fingertips.

Was the crimson he saw when he opened the door not just an illusion?

Liang Zaibing stared in disbelief at the dark red handprint in the pocket. The position of the fingers was indistinct, and the handprint was several sizes smaller than his own.

The most scientifically plausible explanation is that someone sneaked into his dormitory during a fire drill and left a handprint on his clothes with red paint.

But who would do something so neurotic? That female school doctor?

Even if it really was her, how did she manage to accomplish all of this in such a short time and disappear so quickly?

It should be noted that no one expected him to turn back halfway; he himself only went back because he was too worried about the journey.

If someone were to play a prank, there's a very high chance they'd bump into him on the spot.

What he couldn't understand most was whether the female school doctor was genuinely mentally unstable and playing a prank on him, or if she just wanted the photo.

The team disbanded, and Liang Zaibing still couldn't figure it out. There were just too many mysteries, and everything seemed shrouded in a fog, seemingly so close yet so far away.

"You actually brought a jacket!" Huang Fang exclaimed, taking the jacket from Liang Zaibing and putting it on. "You're such a good buddy! I almost ran around naked. If I had been hung on the wall, I would have lost my right to choose a partner for four years."

Lu Hao chuckled, "It's okay, streaking is all about looks. If you get hung up on the wall, some senior girls might even ask for your WeChat."

"Really?"

Lin Yucheng didn't reply to that question, but instead pointed to his clothes and turned to Liang Zaibing, saying, "Your pajamas are quite unique."

Not only is it a blue and white striped hospital gown, but it also has a bloody handprint printed on the chest pocket, like a prop stolen from a hospital-themed escape room.

Liang Zaibing forced a smile, "I thought it was quite interesting, so I bought it."

Lu Hao clicked his tongue in amazement, "You have a good eye. It's quite scary at first glance in the middle of the night, like a female ghost is crawling on you trying to rip your heart out."