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I thought that nothing would happen after leaving Q City.Little did he know that this was the beginning of the nightmare.

Not long after he fell asleep, he felt unsteady. Cold hands touched his face intentionally or unintentionally. He patted it with his hand, turned on his side and continued to sleep.

Before going to bed, the other three were still making noise, talking and laughing.It seems a lot quieter now.

I slept for a long time and didn't want to get up at all.Opening his eyes, he stared at the ceiling in a daze.It was getting dark.The light outside the window reveals traces of stars.

He took out his phone from his side and looked at 06:30, class starts at seven, and it's just right to go out now.Opened his mouth, got out of bed, put on his coat, picked up the books to study, glanced at the deserted dormitory, and locked the door.

The classroom is bustling with people, sitting in their seats, taking out the papers assigned by the teacher before the holiday.It is really a headache to write a thesis.I don't like to read those dry and brain-intensive things. Most of the students just find a few random articles and put them together.The teacher also defaulted to this form of homework.He sometimes writes by himself, but his thinking is too childish.He couldn't help being beaten back many times, so he had to spell out an article.I searched for several articles with similar topics on my mobile phone and began to read them carefully.Copy and paste useful sentences.Start transcribing.He breathed a sigh of relief after two self-study classes produced a paper.Move your stiff arms, hold the book and prepare to go back.

The night wind was cool on my body, and it seemed that I had spent the past few days under the gloomy breeze.He never wanted to experience that penetrating feeling again.

When I returned to the dormitory, I found that the door of the dormitory was still locked, which was a bit strange.Zhang Shen and the others don't go to study at night. They have returned to the dormitory every time they come back, but occasionally they come back late.

He took out the key from his pocket, opened the lock, and pushed the door. The bloody smell coming from the door made him cover his mouth. The light in the corridor shone in, and the shadows in other places could not be seen clearly. The blood that kept spilling out of the door made him scream and sat on the ground.

The book was left far away in the corridor, and the key was left beside it. He looked at the place where the blood flowed motionlessly.A neck without a head.The blood was still spurting out.His eyes widened, and he trembled and made a sharper sound.Attract people from the surrounding dormitories.When the others saw him sitting on the ground and the scene in the dormitory, they also cried out in fear, and calmly called the police.

There was nothing in his mind, as if he could see nothing but bright red blood.

Cold sweat spread all over the body.A deeper sense of dread descended than the one in the park.Dizzy, difficult to breathe, want to pass out.But he was still awake.The smell of blood stimulated his sense of smell.It made him nauseous.Vomited up all the filth.Tears flow down desperately.