Yet again, one of the bathroom's light bulbs is broken, the bathroom seemed even dimmer than before.
Tian Fang helped Wu Fei back to the dorm. Seeing that Wu Fei still had an expression of terror, she sighed and told Liu Wen to fetch some water.
With a turn, she didn't notice that Wu Fei had already stood up and walked towards the wardrobe in the corner.
Wu Fei's face wore an indescribable expression of calmness and numbness. She reached out and pressed her palm against the mirror, gently stroking it.
From the moment they had moved into this dorm, she had always felt that the mirror was like an eye, always watching her. Every night, when she heard noises coming from the wardrobe, she would be incredibly scared.
But at this moment, she felt less fearful than before. Wu Fei reached out and opened the wardrobe, then she crawled into it.
"Wu Fei!" Tian Fang turned around and saw the wardrobe door close with a piece of clothing disappearing into the gap.
Wu Fei had entered the wardrobe! Realizing this, Tian Fang rushed toward the wardrobe, but her footsteps stopped just a few steps away.
From inside the wardrobe, there came a faint, sticky sound of something rubbing together. It sounded like a soft-bodied creature, coated in slime, grasping its prey and dragging it deeper.
Then, came the chilling sound of chewing, mixed with the disturbing noise of slime being stirred.
Liu Wen came back with the hot water. She noticed that only Tian Fang was left in the room.
"Where is she?" Liu Wen asked.
Tian Fang pointed to the wardrobe and, in a concise voice, said, "She didn't be able to pull through."
Liu Wen lowered her eyelids, set the cup down, and said nothing.
Liu Wen and Tian Fang were both investigators who had cleared the haunted realms many times. Wu Fei's situation was not uncommon.
Especially during the first six months after the thrilling world began to emerge, the national death rate surged to 70%.
Among them, there were some who, even knowing the rules clearly, couldn't handle the mental pressure and deliberately broke the rules to end their lives.
The two of them silently stared at the wardrobe for a moment. Soon, the sounds from inside the wardrobe completely ceased.
Throughout it all, there hadn't been a single sound from Wu Fei. Perhaps, her death hadn't been painful?
Liu Wen and Tian Fang quietly mourned for Wu Fei's death for a brief moment. Then, they composed themselves and returned to the bathroom to shower.
The man who had been turned into a mop was gone. Even the blood stains on the floor had disappeared without a trace. The bathroom, although darker than usual, showed no other abnormalities.
After their shower, Tian Fang and Liu Wen tidied up the hair on the floor.
The reason the man had died and been turned into a mop was probably because he hadn't cleaned up the hair on the floor in time. He had been frightened by Wu Hao the night before, and after having his ribs broken, it was normal for him to forget or fail to clean up.
That night, after Wu Fei vanished into the wardrobe, the room was eerily quiet.
The wardrobe, like a monster that had finally been fed, sat quietly in the corner of the dorm, not making a sound.
Tian Fang and Liu Wen rarely slept so well.
The next day, everyone met again in the cafeteria.
Wu Hao learned about the death of the man in the next dorm, and he seemed somewhat guilty. Seeing the accusing looks from those around him, he glared back viciously.
"He wasn't careful, broke the rules, and died—how is that my problem?!" Wu Hao snapped, his eyes filled with brutality and savagery, making him look like a ghost, his pale face and dark circles under his eyes adding to the effect. His condition seemed even worse than it had the day before.
At the same time, a faint, subtle smell of fish seemed to emanate from his body.
Most people didn't want to cause trouble and looked away, quietly eating their breakfast.
After breakfast, they went to work. Since Wen Xirou had a leave slip from Wan Qian, she didn't have to go to work.
At the rice production base, Wu Hao stared at the pond full of murky sludge, feeling nauseous.
Bubbles would occasionally pop up on the calm surface of the pond, and it was hard to tell whether they were real bubbles or the lumps on the toads.
The head of the production department had placed several buckets of feed next to him.
"You need to finish feeding two buckets of feed before lunch," he instructed, and then left to go to the next production base.
Wu Hao was responsible for this task along with two other people, Feng Fu and Liu Yang. The two of them stared at the buckets of feed on the ground, their faces full of difficulty. With a sense of resignation, they walked forward and lifted the bucket.
They tried to feed the toads, but every time they got closer, the toads scattered, not giving them a chance to feed them. Even when they spread the feed on the platform by the pond and backed off, only a few toads came to eat.
Seeing how difficult it was for these two, Wu Hao sneered and casually poured the feed from his bucket at his feet.
Soon, several toads, covered in sludge, appeared on the surface of the pond, seemingly drawn by the delicious food.
The toads rushed to Wu Hao's feet, piling on top of the feed, devouring it greedily.
They piled on top of each other, so many that it resembled a writhing mass of rotten flesh, constantly bubbling.
Several toads crawled onto Wu Hao's feet. A strange, warm, and slimy sensation, like a mass of living, writhing rotten meat, fell onto his feet, making him extremely uncomfortable.
Wu Hao instinctively kicked the toad off, and then, without thinking, stepped on it.
"Squeak—" The living toad was crushed under his foot, turning into a pile of muck.