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“Xia Xiaoyu, Chen Mumu, come out, something has happened.”
Tian Xiaojing shouted.
Hearing Tian Xiaojing's call, everyone in the dormitory realized that something was wrong and quickly scrambled out of bed.
In the corridor, they saw a lot of people making a commotion. The atmosphere at the university clearly indicated that another incident had occurred.
After quickly washing her face and brushing her teeth, the girls from the dormitory hurriedly followed the crowd.
They arrived at the Boys' Dormitory Building, which was surrounded by a large number of people.
The police had cordoned off the scene and cleared the area, but many were still lingering at the edges. Even from the corridor of the Boys' Dormitory Building, many students were peering in.
Suddenly, the entire university was in chaos.
Xia Xiaoyu and her friends managed to squeeze through, repeatedly saying "excuse me" as they pushed forward. After much effort, they finally reached the front, standing just outside the red tape set up by the police.
What shocked Xia Xiaoyu was that there had been a fatal incident at the university, right inside the red tape.
A cold-looking but handsome person lay on the ground, his head tilted. His chin was broken, and dried blood was still oozing from his mouth. It was evident that this student had been dead for no more than three hours...
At that time, the sky was just beginning to brighten, still quite hazy.
The deceased's eyes were wide open. Lying on the ground, it was impossible to see the extent of the injuries, but the cracked jaw indicated that he had died a terrible death.
Seven or eight police officers were investigating around the body, while a female officer was taking photographs of the scene, and another officer was quickly jotting down notes.
Four more officers stood by the perimeter, preventing bystanders from getting too close. With so many people around, they weren't particularly worried.
A few individuals glanced at the scene but quickly looked away. However, Xia Xiaoyu observed intently; she noticed the expression in the deceased's eyes, frozen in his final moments.
It was fear—fear that emanated from his gaze. Xia Xiaoyu understood this feeling because she had seen such eyes before.
Was Surin's death similar?
What made Xia Xiaoyu feel uneasy was that while fear surged in the deceased boy's eyes, there was an odd curve at the corners of his mouth.
He was clearly smiling?
A dead person whose eyes reflected fear yet bore a strange smile at the corners of his lips made Xia Xiaoyu tremble involuntarily.
"Let's go..."
Xia Xiaoyu turned around, bumped into Chen Mumu, and then spoke to the others.
From the expression on the deceased's face, it was clear that she understood her death was not caused by a person; it was likely related to what Surin had mentioned about her.
In fact, Xia Xiaoyu was very scared, truly terrified, because she found herself once again caught in another mystery.
The deaths over the past few days were different from those of Lin Xi and the others.
It wasn't Wednesday; the symptoms were different. They were all different.
So why was that?
Xia Xiaoyu felt lost because she sensed that she was powerless to seek answers now. Her plans had all fallen into disarray.
Yet her last shred of rationality told her that neither Lin Xi nor Surin could have died of natural causes!
There must be a huge secret behind it all.
How did this student die? The methods of death were different, yet so bizarre. It certainly wasn't a simple death; there had to be a significant secret involved.
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