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The Portrait clearly depicted Xia Xiaoyu and the people from All Dormitory throwing someone into the river at River Bridge. The woman in the Portrait pressed tightly against the glass, her cold, venomous eyes glaring at Xia Xiaoyu like a poisonous snake. In the dim night, she blinked, her lips curling into a chilling smile. The smile was eerie and terrifying.
"Xia-Xiao-Yu..."
She opened and closed her mouth, calling out Xia Xiaoyu's name, her tone like a cold wave crashing into Xia Xiaoyu, filling her with an icy dread. She laughed, a laugh that was incredibly sinister and bizarre.
Xia Xiaoyu felt waves of cold surging within her, beads of sweat forming on her arms. For a moment, she seemed to forget how to think or move, and just as she thought that the terrifying figure outside would enter the dormitory, she suddenly floated away.
The night remained dark, heavy, and deep. Looking at the glass felt like a fleeting illusion; the earlier scene didn’t seem so real. But immediately after, she sensed that it was not an illusion.
Sizzle.
The desktop computer placed in the hallway emitted two sounds of electrical friction. Finally, the screen lit up with the startup interface, and to Xia Xiaoyu's astonishment, the computer turned on by itself, as if someone were sitting at it controlling it.
The entire dormitory was cast in a pale light. Xia Xiaoyu felt numb all over; she sensed a bit of weakness but kept her gaze fixed on the screen. Everything seemed to have ended; the screen no longer flickered but remained quietly on, as if the person who had been sitting in front of it had left.
This continued for several minutes until the screen automatically dimmed. Xia Xiaoyu quietly exhaled; for some reason, the earlier scene had terrified her too much.
But just as Xia Xiaoyu intended to get out of bed to investigate, the computer suddenly brightened again.
Inside the computer appeared a bloody face—a woman's face...
"Xia Xiaoyu..."
The bloody, distorted face on the computer stared at Xia Xiaoyu, its sharp voice mocking her. Then the image changed again, revealing another woman's face, dark and grim, looking at Xia Xiaoyu with immense anger.
"Xia Xiaoyu..."
Suddenly, the image shifted once more, this time showing Xu Ke's face. It changed again to Lin Xi's face, and finally to Lan Ling's...
"Xia Xiaoyu..."
"Xia Xiaoyu..."
"Xia Xiaoyu..."
They all glared at Xia Xiaoyu with mocking expressions, and each time a new face appeared, they would call out her name. The sounds morphed into waves of noise that drilled into her ears. The images spun faster and faster until all she could see were terrifying, bloodied faces, accompanied by mocking and eerie voices calling her name...
A wave of nausea surged through Xia Xiaoyu's body as she watched the bloody faces continuously morph on the screen. In the next moment, she could no longer endure it; fear drove her to rush out of the dormitory. The sound—especially that of Xiao Xi's face—filled her with an indescribable terror.
She couldn't face that face, couldn't bear to look at it, couldn't listen to those mocking and sinister voices...
Thud thud thud...
The corridor seemed endless, and the sound of Xia Xiaoyu's bare feet echoed in the empty silence. The noise was not loud, but in the darkness of the night, it produced a terrifying sound that filled her with dread. She ran aimlessly, not wanting to stop, fearing that if she did, something horrifying would appear.
Her body felt as if it had merged into a world made only of ice, freezing her to the point of numbness. Her delicate and fair feet tirelessly raced down the corridor and then down the stairs...
Fear overwhelmed the pain as she kept running. When she burst into the Small Grove on the first floor, she hesitated for no moment. The uneven ground beneath her feet caused sharp pains in Xia Xiaoyu's slender feet, but she did not stop to check if she was bleeding; instead, she continued to sprint forward.
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