Chapter 190: The Bloody Palm Prints on the Window

Chapter 190: The Bloody Palm Prints on the Window

The person in charge of reviewing the speeches was a tall and slender boy in a light-pink shirt, and his somewhat long hair was tied into pigtails.

On his fair face, his lips were dusted cherry pink, and she wore a pair of orange-plated glasses, which hid a pair of eyes like peach blossoms.

If he was an actual girl, he would be very pretty, Yibei wondered.

He stared at the computer screen, looked up towards Yibei, and asked, Youre Lu Shiba?

Yibei, he corrected. Lu. Yi. Bei.

I know, the boy said, rolling his eyes. But everyone here calls you Lu Shiva. Didnt you know that?

I didnt know, and now I dont want to know, he grumbled. Who came up with such a silly name for him? He plans on letting his apparitions stalk this person and scare them when theyre using the toilet.

He reached into his guitar bag and put his printed script on the table, pushing it towards the boy.

With one look, he frowned after reading a few lines. When he finished reading the first page, he adjusted his seating position with a serious look on his face.

Seeing his expression, Yibei could only feel insecure. After all, it was a hastily written speech with no substance to it, but he couldnt afford to rewrite it.

However, he never expected the boy to begin sobbing.

H-hey, are you okay?

Its too good, the boy cried out as he wiped his tears. Your script this is very good. The best among the stacks I have over here.

Yibei couldnt believe the clich sob story that made the boy before him cry.

Then again, he is an ordinary boy, not somebody exposed to the horrors of the night.

God, the boy said, standing up as he wiped his tears. You see, Im in charge of the news agency at the University. I was wondering, after this event is over, do you want to

Youre in charge? Its no wonder most of the articles in the school magazine are sob stories Yibei thought. No, thank you!

Y-you dont have to tell me now! Please go back home and think about it. I dont want your literary talent to go to waste.

Right Ill let you know. I have other things to do on the anniversary, so

I understand! Lets exchange contact information, or you might run away from me.

Thinking about it, he decided to send another report when a notification rang in his ears.

He frowned slightly, clicking on the private message sent to him by [ONE HUNDRED AND 2/3 CATS].

[ONE HUNDRED AND 2/3 CATS: Hello, I know that you were sending reports regarding our group. Your malicious jokes have caused us a lot of trouble. Please stop immediately. Otherwise, well conduct a stricter offline review on you again.]

What the his eyes widened. Arent reports anonymous? How did they

Thinking of the eerie sight he saw in the attic yesterday

If everything that happened yesterday was because of the cat, and if the stricter offline review were to come true, it might end up in his death.

He wanted to be careful, but he also wanted to assert his dominance while facing urban legends. Staring at the report button, he narrowed his eyes.

I really want to press it.

As the saying goes, what doesnt kill you makes you stronger. Just as the thought of dying flashed through Lu Yibeis mind, someone patted his shoulder from behind.

Jesus, fuck!

The girl who was sleeping in the room earlier had no idea he would react so violently and immediately shielded herself from him. Coupled with the strange sound she heard, which woke her up, she felt the need to inform him.

Im so sorry for scaring you; what is it?

I I think we should leave this room. Something isnt right.

Huh?

Didnt you hear the strange noise just now? It was, ah! As she explained herself, she screamed as she pointed out the window.

She saw small, bloody palm prints appearing on the window behind Yibei as if an invisible baby were crawling on the window.

A babys laughter echoed through her brain. Her emotions suddenly collapsed as she grabbed her bag and ran straight out of the classroom.

Man, whats wrong with her? He complained as he turned back around, only to see a string of bloodied palm prints right in front of him.

He opened his mouth, ready to shout after the fleeing girl to wait for him, only for the door to the study room to slam shut by an unknown wind.

Bang!

As the door closed, a faint smell of blood wafted into the room, and the door let out a soft click.