I'm not going to just wait to die, and as the footsteps behind me get closer and closer, my heart grows heavier and heavier.

I'm not going to get flustered just because someone wants to kill me, and it's clear that I'm under the influence of my current body.

I'm afraid that the person who killed the fourth child at that time has always had a shadow on him in the fourth child's heart.

This has also caused my body to tremble now, and there is no room for me to operate even if I want to.

That's the trouble.

I couldn't help but get nervous.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps stop, followed by a pair of hands covering my mouth.

It was also at this time that I finally reluctantly fought back.

I saw that I elbowed one hand and attacked the abdomen of the murderer behind me, and then I covered the murderer's hand in my mouth and tried to move it alive.

But then I found out that it all seemed to be in vain.

The killer didn't move at all in the face of my counterattack, and I even felt like my elbow hit a steel plate.

And not only that, but my plan to remove the murderer's hand covering my mouth didn't work at all.

No matter how hard I tried, the person behind me who wanted to kill me just didn't move.

Then, all of a sudden, I felt a sharp object pierce my abdomen from behind.

The sharp pain made my mouth open wide, but I couldn't make a sound because the killer behind me covered my mouth.

And at this moment, it is already eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening, and no one will enter the toilet at all.

It made me a lot less likely to be rescued.

Obviously, I'm in a desperate situation at the moment, but there's nothing I can do to fight back.

I subconsciously wanted to mobilize the true qi in my body, but I found that there was no trace of true qi in my body.

I can't die.

At the critical moment, my will to survive exploded.

As the figure behind me was about to make a second move, I grabbed his grip on my body and let go of it, and struggled violently.

This time, I temporarily escaped the grasp of the murderer behind me.

Then, I covered the bleeding wound on my back with one hand and walked towards the door.

But when I opened the door, I found that it was pale outside. I was stunned for a moment, and then realized that it was likely that the owner of my body did not escape from this memory.

Instead, he was killed by the killer in a public restroom.

This explains why when I open the bathroom door, there is nothing outside.

Because the owner of this body did not come out of the toilet, but died directly inside.

So, in the face of this mortal memory, what am I going to do with this death again?

At this moment, something suddenly occurred to me.

Instead of looking at the blank space in front of me, I slowly turned my head and looked at the murderer behind me.

That's right, I went through this death memory again with only one purpose, and that was to find the killer of my body.

Although I don't know what this murderer has to do with the arson case in the dormitory, since I have experienced this memory, it shows that there must be some extremely critical factors in these two cases.

And to find the murderer of my body, all you have to do is turn your head.

I turned my head, but I didn't react much to what I saw.

And so it was.

The murderer in front of me at this moment, his entire body is wrapped in a layer of darkness, and he can't see any physical features clearly.

The face is the same, except for a pair of eyes full of murderous intent, there is nothing else.

The only thing that can be seen from the murderer's whole body is his hands and the dagger he holds.

I secretly said that I was angry, because the appearance of the murderer in front of me now can only show that the owner of my body was killed directly without even resisting in the face of the murderer's attack at that time.

And before he died, he saw the details of the murderer's hand.

But what's the use of seeing the murderer's hands? Can the hand identify the murderer?

Not to mention, it seems that it really can.

I suddenly noticed that the murderer's hands seemed to be a little thin and white.

This is a woman!

I was shocked, this is a boys' dormitory, how can there be a woman!

My mind was shocked and I couldn't help myself, and the murderer slowly came to my side and stabbed me in the chest.

Before I died, I smelled a scent.

Needless to say, this must be the smell of the murderer. I tried to keep my eyes open so that I could not forget the scent.

Because I have a feeling that this fragrance is probably the key to finding the murderer!

……

When I woke up again, I was back in the dark hallway.

Only this time, there were two more people by my side.

Because the boss showed me the photo, I recognized it immediately that these were the second and third children of 414.

Those are the two that Yuyin and I are looking for.

And just as I was getting ready, suddenly, a biting chill gradually enveloped my whole body from behind.

Behind my back, I don't know when a charred ghost hand was erected.

An inexplicable fear began to rise in my heart, and I seemed to feel that there was a pair of dark eyes staring at me behind me at this moment.

Then, I could feel the blackened ghost behind me moving a little further away from my body.

The cold aura kept pouring into my body, but even this could not freeze my trembling heart.

No, I can't say it's closer, I feel the charred head next to my head, and my body begins to tremble.

It's the fear of death, and I'm sure that if I move around, the ghosts behind me will kill me.

I didn't dare to move, and the scorched black ghost behind me seemed to be interested in me because I didn't dare to move.

I saw that the hand that was originally on my body began to spread, and one after another small hands continued to spread on my body, as if they were fresh lives.

But I didn't feel very friendly.

The deadly chill poured into my body from the place where those little hands spread, and I could only grit my teeth and persist in the face of the shivering of my body and the cold of my frozen bones.

If there is a dense phobia here, I am afraid that I will die here on the spot.

Because at this moment, almost half of my body is covered by those little hands.

And in each finger of these little hands, there is almost a sharp mouth with fangs.

I could feel that these little hands were already eating at my body at the moment.

Although the sharp mouth on my little hand is small, I can't withstand the bite of hundreds of sharp mouths.