Chapter 165: The Dormitory Party

Chapter 165: The Dormitory Party



Tap, tap, tap.

Renard, dragging the young man behind him, walked down the hallway of a floor that looked nice with its ornate square-shaped windows and long carpet leading to a grand staircase.

"Where did you find the body? Where?!" Renard shouted.

"Up the staircase," the young man whispered.

"Why were you here, huh?" Renard asked. "This is a teacher-only area."

"I-I am Johnson's assistant!" The young man shouted. "I was told to bring him the books from his class!"

"Hmph, fine." Renard pushed aside the young man, who stumbled and crashed against the wall.

As Renard reached the staircase, he saw that the steps of the stairs had a trail of blood trickling down them, almost like the staircase was an arm that had been cut open.

While avoiding the blood, he made his way up the stairs and soon saw an arm dangling lifelessly off the edge of the stairs, its fingers cold to touch.

After reaching the top of the stairs, he saw a light brown-haired young man, his arms sprawled out and his eyes staring up at the ceiling, a look of horror frozen on his face.

It looked like he had been dead for days, but that couldn't be true as teachers used this place every day.

However, the dead in the Mortal Online world rotted quicker; the corpses turned cold and lifeless within minutes.

The blood pooled around the corpse of the young man and even touched Renard's shoes, staining them with a gruesome reminder of the violent act.

"Tch, dirty." Renard stepped aside, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the blood off his shoes.

After a short while, more teachers arrived at the scene and felt their blood run cold as they saw the dead student.

It happened right in front of their office.

It was like the killer was making fun of them.

"Who could do this?"

"This was a statement. The killer's arrogance knows no bounds.

"Last murders usually happened after the dinner when everyone was leaving to do their own things, so it was nearly impossible to track the killer.

"Now, it happened during the dinner when everyone should be present there. Is he really that confident of not getting caught?"

"It could also be a she." Renard said. "We need to consider all possibilities before making any assumptions."

"O-of course."

"Don't let anyone leave the dinner hall. Write down everyone who was present there, and we'll narrow it down to the ones who weren't."

"What about him?" A teacher looked down at the upstairs at the scared-looking student. "Should we question him?"

"Johnson." Renard looked at the bushy-bearded teacher. "He is your assistant, yes?"

"Yes, sir." Johnson nodded. "He was here to bring my books, which I left in my classroom."

"He is our main suspect, for now." Renard said. "For now, get the list of everyone that was in the dinner hall and who was not. We'll go from there."

interface.

"What are you looking at?"

"Auction window." Adam said. "I put an item for sale, and it seems to finally garner some

traction."

"Oh, how much you're getting?" Terry asked curiously.

"55,555 Shinecoins, so far." Adam said with a chuckle.

"That much?!" Terry exclaimed. "It must be an amazing item."

"It's pretty good, but I want a little bit more." Adam said and then closed the auction

window.

He planned to let the auction go for another few days before ending the auction.

'It's just 5,555 E-dollars; I want way more...' Adam sighed.

It was a decent weapon, as it was a legendary weapon, but there weren't many dagger- wielders at the top echelon of the mercenary world.

He wanted enough money to buy good armor and then have some money left for real life, as there were those installment payments that were eating into his earnings.

'It's hard to make good money in the institute. One of the main money revenues I planned for myself is to go get treasure hunting and then sell some of those items.

'I need to use my future knowledge to the best of my ability, but I am yet too weak to go any

of those treasure places.'

Knock, knock.

At this moment, someone knocked on the open door.

"Yo."

"Lucas?" Terry looked over to the broad-shouldered young man whose hair was as silver as a

moonlit night.

He was one of the most popular students in the Young Ones, and he had captured many hearts

during his time at the institute.

"Adam, was it?" Lucas showed a pearly-white smile.

"Mm, who're you?" Adam nodded and asked.

"Name's Lucas; nice to meet'cha." Lucas pointed at the hallway with his thumb and said,

"Others like to meet you, as you're a new classmate of ours, wanna come?"

"I don't mind." Adam stood up and patted Terry on the shoulder. "Terry, let's go."

"Me too?" Terry asked in surprise.

"Yeah, you too."