Chapter 10: After the Dead of Night

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Turning his head in a daze, Fang Ming remembered the photo he had seen on the forum, and for a moment, all his thoughts disappeared without a trace at this time.

Dream? Or is it reality? Or both?

At this time, Fang Ming found that in his heart, the only remaining view of reality did not know when, he was hit to the slightest.

The sound of the restaurant continued, but Fang Ming's heartbeat seemed to stop at this time. The surrounding sky gradually darkened, and the snow-bright fluorescent lamps illuminated everything in front of Fang Ming's eyes from above. But all this seems to be no longer important.

Fang Ming turned around and walked towards the bedroom, but his numb legs seemed to be no longer his own, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move a bit.

"Wait! This must be a coincidence. ”

Almost hysterical, Fang Ming's eyes widened and said, "Those things yesterday were really just a dream, and that person just looked very similar to the person in the photo in the dream, that's all!"

Gradually, Fang Ming smiled, but that expression was expressed in numbness, which might be more appropriate.

Even the last rays of the sunset had disappeared without a trace, and if it weren't for the bright moon above the empty sky and the scattered lights, the school would have been dark at this time.

Night... The wind that blew occasionally was cool, and the icy touch finally freed Fang Ming from that heaviness, and he could finally step on his legs and go back tired.

A distance that was not too far but seemed to be the end of the world, against the cool breeze, Fang Ming finally returned to the bedroom. The people in the dormitory were busy with their own affairs, and for Fang Ming's arrival, they just raised their interest and took a look. Fang Ming didn't have the slightest opinion on this, and it could even be said that he couldn't ask for it.

Exhausted, he finally returned to bed, unable to even squeeze out the strength to wash his feet, and lay face down on the sheets, his even and heavy breathing on the pillow.

Squinting his eyes, Fang Ming wanted to hand over everything he had to Meng to command. The slightest sound that occasionally came out of the bedroom was left behind by Fang Ming at this time.

I don't know how long it has been. When the sound of breathing finally became completely even, Fang Ming seemed to wake up in another place.

The bloody blood books, the male students who committed suicide, and the dead who were finally resurrected all gradually flowed in front of Fang Ming's eyes. Faintly, cold sweat wet Fang Ming's clothes...

Yes!

The extreme horror surrounding Fang Ming's heartbeat made him finally unable to bear it anymore, and then woke up. It was already late at night, and everything was normal outside the window, and the sound of five or six even breaths in the bedroom proved that Fang Ming's screams of being awakened just now did not wake any of them.

Curled up, Fang Ming tightened the quilt, which was unconsciously wrapped around him, because he lay down at that time. Fang Ming fell asleep, and it was impossible to have time to cover the quilt. As for the others, Fang Ming decided that they didn't have that leisure, and it was a bit difficult to help when they slept in his position.

Taking out the mobile phone from the depths of his trouser pocket, the adjusted automatic shutdown had completely plunged the screen into darkness, and with the light coming in from the window, Fang Ming skillfully found the power on and off button.

The new generation of smartphones at least did a good job in this regard, so Fang Ming easily turned on the phone.

The dazzling light made Fang Ming's eyes narrow, and with the lighting of the mobile phone screen, the pleasant mobile phone boot bell rang crisply in the bedroom, making Fang Ming subconsciously stretch out his hand and block the speaker. Looking back again, everything was calm. They were like dead pigs, but they were not strong enough, and this little sound woke them up.

In the dark, Fang Ming couldn't help but think of that "dream", remembering that in the dream, he woke up in the middle of the night with a scream, but it woke everyone up, except for Wang Yueming, who was already indifferent.

After half a minute of waiting, the phone finally turned on completely, and the digital time displayed on the screen showed a very bad time, two o'clock in the morning.

found headphones next to the pillow, and Fang Ming's purpose in turning on the machine was mainly this, to use music to reduce a little fear in his heart. In the cold environment of the middle of the night, he kept feeling furious, and he knew that it was really difficult to fall asleep at this time.

In fact, in the past, Fang Ming's courage was not great, but he would definitely not wake up in the middle of the night, and he would be afraid of being like this, but since he came here, it seems that everything has already begun.

The music in the middle of the night was a bit loud, and even the loud sound shook Fang Ming's ears a little painfully. However, he didn't try to turn it down, but gradually got used to it.

After that, Fang Ming lay down again, squinted his eyes again and began to sleep. But I don't know if it was because he slept too early tonight, or because of other reasons, Fang Ming really couldn't go back to sleep.

Helpless, he could only pick up his phone again to share his attention. In that devastating insomnia, Fang Ming passed for a full hour, looking at the time period on his phone that was already three o'clock, Fang Ming could only sigh helplessly.

This period of adaptation had already weakened the fear in his heart a little, although Fang Ming didn't know what he was afraid of. Although some strange things had happened in the past few days, there was no reason to scare Fang Ming like this. It's just that he seems to know something, or rather, he has forgotten something.

I really couldn't sleep, so Fang Ming could only pull out the reading software on his mobile phone and read the novel. The cold night was completely left behind by Fang Ming, and the cool breeze that occasionally blew in was also filtered by the thick quilt, becoming less of a feeling.

The time on the mobile phone was beating hard, and the reading screen that was adjusted to night vision seemed a little dim, and it couldn't even illuminate Fang Ming's face.

Heart... It has always been hanging, and although the fear has decreased a lot, there is still an inexplicable fear that is entwined in his heart. Fang Ming didn't know how he spent the last few hours, but in the long but unreadable reading, the time he occasionally paid attention to made his heart cool little by little.

After I don't know how many times, Fang Ming finally saw that the time displayed on his phone was already more than six o'clock. He lifted his body slightly, and the sky outside was already covered with a halo, and the darkness that wrapped around the campus had unconsciously dispelled a lot.