aircannonsinc Chapter 151: One Right Hook Teaches You How to Be Deceptive!
Chapter 151: One Right Hook Teaches You How to Be Deceptive!
[Dormitory Rule 2: Your roommates are a fixed group of four. Before going to sleep and after waking up each day, please make sure that the faces of your three roommates are clear and match your memory.]
If anyone's appearance changes, do not speak to them and immediately report to the deputy warden.
It's simply unrealistic to go and report to Leng Meng so late at night.
The only thing they could do at that moment was to strictly follow the first part of the rule—don't talk to him!
At this moment, Ryuichi Kamishiro was lying helplessly on the bed.
The painkiller made his consciousness feel like it was stuck in a quagmire, and the burning pain from the wound on his back was forcibly suppressed by the drug into a dull ache.
Despite this, he still forced himself to stay awake, not daring to truly fall asleep.
Tom went to the cooling-off room alone, his fate uncertain, and he had to wait for a clear answer.
On the other bed, Vassim sat cross-legged, seemingly meditating with his eyes closed, his breathing steady and long.
But upon closer inspection, one can notice that his eyelids tremble slightly, and his fingers resting on his knees occasionally tighten unconsciously—
He also remained highly vigilant.
Lin Feng's sudden warning was like a cold electric current that instantly pierced through the stuffy air in the dormitory.
Ryuichi Kamishiro jolted, shaking his groggy head. His vision blurred as he focused on Lin Feng's face, his voice hoarse from the dryness and the effects of the medication:
"Lin Fengjun... how... how did you determine that?"
He was filled with confusion. Lin Feng, just like them, had never left this dormitory.
Lin Feng had anticipated this, and he would never reveal the secret about the "water stain ghost" perception.
He deliberately made his tone sound like he had just woken up from a nightmare, and said quickly in a low voice:
"I...I just dozed off and had a terrible dream...In the dream, I saw Tom in the cooling-off room, being...possessed by something!"
He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping over the two of them:
"If you have any doubts, when he comes back, you can carefully observe his face... and feel carefully to see if there is anything wrong with him."
Upon hearing this, Ryuichi Kamishiro's face turned even paler, and he licked his chapped lips:
"I understand... It's better to believe it's true than not! Thank you... Lin Fengjun, for reminding me!"
Vassim slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with no doubt, only an almost instinctive trust.
He nodded and said succinctly, "Understood."
For him, this wasn't the first time Lin Feng had displayed such mystery; the process wasn't important, the result was what mattered.
In this place where every step is deadly, it is already extremely fortunate that someone could issue a warning in advance.
Unconditional obedience is the option with the highest probability of survival; this is his simple survival logic.
The dormitory fell silent again. The three of them adjusted their posture and breathing, their nerves taut, waiting for... the return of their "familiar yet unfamiliar" roommate.
About three minutes later, footsteps were heard in the corridor.
The sound was slow and drawn out, with each step accompanied by an unnatural pause, as if the walker was not yet familiar with the body.
Soon, the footsteps stopped at the door of dormitory 107 and stopped moving.
"Click".
The sound of the key being inserted into the lock was as clear as thunder in the deathly silent dormitory.
Immediately afterwards, the door hinges made a slight "creak" sound and were slowly pushed open, revealing a familiar yet unfamiliar figure embedded in the door frame, its outline particularly distinct in the dim light.
It's "Tom"!
He stood at the doorway, seemingly surprised by the heavy silence inside, and paused slightly.
Then, a slightly stiff smile, with an unnatural smirk at the corners of his eyes, was precisely applied to his face, like a meticulously calculated mask.
"Hey, still not asleep?!"
The voice was still Tom's, but the tone had completely lost its former playfulness, becoming unusually calm and even.
It even has a faint, sticky feeling that makes your throat uncomfortable.
No one responded.
Lin Feng was already facing the wall with his back to the door, even his breathing was deliberately adjusted to be even and long, as if he had really fallen into a deep sleep.
However, all of his senses were focused on the "thing" that had walked in from behind him.
Vassim let out exaggerated and loud snores, each one louder than the last, and even deliberately smacked his lips as if he were having a sweet dream, but his fists, hidden under the thin blanket, were already clenched.
Ryuichi Kamishiro remained in the prone sleeping position, but his muscles were taut as iron.
He carefully pried open his eyelids a crack, his drowsy gaze fixed on the figure in the doorway.
At first glance, it was still Tom's face.
But when the gaze is focused, a strange, inhuman feeling quietly emerges—
His eyes seemed to be stretched to the sides by an invisible force, with an unnatural curve at the corners.
The smile at the corner of his mouth was like a shallow mark carved with a chisel, frozen on his pale skin.
Tom paused, then walked to his bed, his footsteps seeming heavier than usual.
As he slowly made the bed, he tried to strike up a conversation, his cloying voice particularly jarring in the silence:
"Today was really tough... How's Kamishiro? Is it still hurting?"
There was no response, only Vassim's increasingly loud snoring.
He didn't seem discouraged, and turned his gaze to Lin Feng, who was facing the wall:
"Brother Feng, do you still have any painkillers? I feel... a bit of a headache!"
Seeing that Lin Feng still didn't react, he actually walked straight over, reached out and shook Lin Feng's shoulder!
"Could you give me some medicine?"
Lin Feng suddenly waved his hand, pulled a small medicine bottle from under his pillow, and threw it directly to the ground next to "Tom" without even looking at it, making a soft "thud".
Throughout the entire process, Lin Feng did not turn around, nor did he utter a single word.
Tom's hand froze in mid-air, and the fake smile on his face seemed to freeze for a moment.
He bent down to pick up the medicine bottle, then suddenly turned to Wasim: "Wasim, you weren't asleep either, were you? Your snoring sounds so fake!"
Vassim's snoring stopped abruptly, but he remained facing away from him, unresponsive.
Tom walked over to Ryuichi Kamishiro's bedside, leaned down, almost whispering in Kamishiro's ear:
"Kamishiro, want me to tell you a joke? Or... do you want to know what happened in the cooling-off room? You'd never guess... there's a deadly rule inside..."
Ryuichi Kamishiro clenched his teeth so tightly that he held his breath.
The silence that followed finally ignited something.
Tom's fake smile vanished completely, replaced by a twisted anger.
He sat up abruptly, his voice rising sharply:
"Speak up! Are you all mute?! Look at me! Answer me!"
Just then, Wasim suddenly sat up in bed!
His tall figure exuded a sense of oppression. Without saying a word, he delivered a heavy and powerful right hook that slammed into "Tom's" cheek!
A muffled "bang!"
Tom was knocked so hard he stumbled and almost fell.
He covered his face, staring at Wasim in disbelief.
Vassim simply pointed viciously at his pillow with his thick fingers, his eyes as fierce as a wild beast.
Although no words were spoken, the meaning couldn't be clearer—shut up and don't disturb my sleep!