The young man not only had disheveled clothes, but his hair was also slightly scattered. There was a blush at the corners of his eyes and on his face, and his beautiful eyes were moist.
Even his pale pink thin lips were exceptionally rosy at the moment, glistening with a hint of moisture and slightly swollen from someone’s kisses.
He looked alluring, yet seemed to carry a trace of having been thoroughly ravished, igniting a desire deep within to subject him to such humiliation once again.
Perhaps it wasn’t just a semblance; when Qiao Nuo entered the room, the Ghost King was evidently pressing someone down on the bed, clearly intending to engage in something shameful.
If he had arrived a bit later...
Qiao Nuo’s heartbeat involuntarily quickened a few beats. His emotions were indescribably complex at this moment, as if anticipating something yet also feeling displeased.
Even he wasn’t sure what exactly displeased him or what he was anticipating.
It was as if he wanted to witness the young man being mistreated more severely, yet felt displeasure at someone treating the young man in such a manner.
A contradiction to the extreme.
Qiao Nuo rubbed his somewhat throbbing head; perhaps it was because of staying up all night, his mind was a bit foggy.
He could say that he hadn’t slept all night. Last night, he foolishly sat up the whole night, adding up to at least three days without closing his eyes. He was getting so tired that his mind was becoming a bit unclear.
Not collapsing outright was already quite an achievement.
Dawn was approaching; the Ghost Domain was about to disappear. The first light of day was much safer, and most weaker spirits couldn’t appear during the day.
Moreover, the Ghost King was injured and probably wouldn’t appear again for a while.
Qiao Nuo relaxed a bit, and the sensation of weariness immediately overwhelmed him.
He leaned back, collapsing onto the bed that seemed out of place in the entire classroom.
Ruan Qing, because Qiao Nuo collapsed on the bed, was pulled down by him and even fell onto Qiao Nuo’s body. His head hit Qiao Nuo’s chest in the process.
The impact wasn’t small, but Qiao Nuo seemed oblivious to any pain, closing his eyes directly.
Though Ruan Qing felt a bit sore from the impact, the heavy and rhythmic heartbeat beneath him actually calmed him down a bit.
Even though his body was still in fear and trepidation, at least his brain was no longer blank.
Ruan Qing was sure the ghost just now was the same person he encountered in the restroom and Shen Yu’an’s office.
The blood-stained shirt, the hand, and even the small knife were all the same.
It was highly likely to be the pen spirit.
Ruan Qing tried hard to recall what had just happened, hoping to find some clues.
However... he couldn’t remember.
It was as if something had shrouded the recent events. Ruan Qing could only grasp a general sense of what had happened, but the details eluded him.
He couldn’t even recall the man’s name.
It seemed like he called him... brother?
Was the first part a surname, or a given name?
If it were just a fake name, there would be no need to blur his memory.
So it must be real, and undoubtedly an important lead.
But Ruan Qing couldn’t remember.
No matter how hard he tried, all he could recall was calling him brother.
The events in front of the mirror were vivid in his memory, but the man’s appearance became blurry, only vaguely remembering his extreme handsomeness.
A beauty so rare, the kind of noble and elegant young master.
Ruan Qing looked up, noticing severe dark circles under Qiao Nuo’s eyes, which had turned into bruises.
Evidently, he suffered from a severe lack of sleep.
Ruan Qing tried to gently move Qiao Nuo’s hand resting on his waist, but it wouldn’t budge.
Even if he was asleep, Qiao Nuo’s strength was surprisingly strong. Ruan Qing exerted considerable effort to pry open his hand.
Throughout the process, Qiao Nuo just furrowed his brows but didn’t wake up.
Probably because Qiao Nuo was there, it gave Ruan Qing a sense of security, but he also didn’t blindly believe in the other.
After all, the restroom incident was still fresh in his mind; it wasn’t safe even with him around.
To prevent a recurrence of such events, Ruan Qing picked up the glass shards not far away, cut the edge of the bedsheet, and tore it into strips.
After Ruan Qing tied the cloth strips into a long rope, one end was tied to Qiao Nuo’s hand, and the other end was tied to his own hand.
Qiao Nuo was probably too exhausted; he didn’t show any reaction when Ruan Qing tied his hands.
Ruan Qing looked at the securely tied cloth strips, then left Qiao Nuo’s side with a slight sense of relief. He carefully surveyed the abandoned classroom.
The classroom seemed to have experienced something dreadful in the past; bloodstains were everywhere, with traces of struggle apparent. It was eerie and frightening.
The glass windows were shattered, letting the wind blow in, but it couldn’t dispel the horror within the classroom.
Bloodstains on the floor formed a certain pattern, as if someone had fallen in that position. The blood continued to flow from that person until death.
Not only that, besides the large bloodstain, there were splatters, even on the nearby walls and mirrors. The blood slid down the walls and mirrors, leaving chilling traces.
Comparing the range of the large bloodstain and the distance of the splatters, Ruan Qing easily concluded that the person on the floor was ruthlessly attacked again with a sharp weapon, resulting in the splatters.
Moreover, the attacks were not in the same position. Ruan Qing used his hand to compare the range and distance; it was roughly from the head to the feet.
With such a loss of blood, survival was impossible. What kind of hatred would drive someone to attack another person from head to toe?
Even if it’s torture, it shouldn’t be carried out in such a systematic manner from top to bottom.
Dismemberment?
Ruan Qing’s slender fingers tightly clenched the rope. When the human heart stopped beating, blood circulation and flow ceased. The blood loses its driving force, and the body’s fluids stop moving. Then, under the influence of gravity, blood would begin to seep to the surface of the skin, forming livor mortis.
In other words, it wouldn’t splatter like this unless the person was dismembered just after death or even before death.
Regardless of which one it was, there was probably deep-seated hatred and resentment involved, which would make such an existence quite normal.
Ruan Qing took a deep breath and slowly approached the mirror.
Unlike everything in the illusion, the mirror had long been stained with dirt, becoming unclear and blurry.
It could only vaguely reflect a silhouette.
Even the facial features were not clear, similar to the man’s face in the illusion, except the other person was a bit taller.
About 1.87 meters tall.
Brother...
Normally, after the word “brother,” it wouldn’t be the full name; it would either be the surname or the given name.
The possibility of it being the surname should be much higher than that of the given name.
This speculation didn’t have much strong evidence; it’s just Ruan Qing’s intuition combined with his own analysis.
Because if neither the surname nor the given name was known, then the possibility should be fifty-fifty, so he wouldn’t focus on either one while thinking.
But what he’s thinking about now was more about the issue of the given name.
It’s as if he once knew the other person’s surname, and he had also thought about what the other person’s name might be, like now.
This was called habitual thinking.
So he should know the other person’s surname in the dream.
That was to say, the possibility of the surname following the word “brother” was very high.
So, what surname?
The young man not only had disheveled clothes, but his hair was also slightly scattered. There was a blush at the corners of his eyes and on his face, and his beautiful eyes were moist.
Even his pale pink thin lips were exceptionally rosy at the moment, glistening with a hint of moisture and slightly swollen from someone’s kisses.
He looked alluring, yet seemed to carry a trace of having been thoroughly ravished, igniting a desire deep within to subject him to such humiliation once again.
Perhaps it wasn’t just a semblance; when Qiao Nuo entered the room, the Ghost King was evidently pressing someone down on the bed, clearly intending to engage in something shameful.
If he had arrived a bit later...
Qiao Nuo’s heartbeat involuntarily quickened a few beats. His emotions were indescribably complex at this moment, as if anticipating something yet also feeling displeased.
Even he wasn’t sure what exactly displeased him or what he was anticipating.
It was as if he wanted to witness the young man being mistreated more severely, yet felt displeasure at someone treating the young man in such a manner.
A contradiction to the extreme.
Qiao Nuo rubbed his somewhat throbbing head; perhaps it was because of staying up all night, his mind was a bit foggy.
He could say that he hadn’t slept all night. Last night, he foolishly sat up the whole night, adding up to at least three days without closing his eyes. He was getting so tired that his mind was becoming a bit unclear.
Not collapsing outright was already quite an achievement.
Dawn was approaching; the Ghost Domain was about to disappear. The first light of day was much safer, and most weaker spirits couldn’t appear during the day.
Moreover, the Ghost King was injured and probably wouldn’t appear again for a while.
Qiao Nuo relaxed a bit, and the sensation of weariness immediately overwhelmed him.
He leaned back, collapsing onto the bed that seemed out of place in the entire classroom.
Ruan Qing, because Qiao Nuo collapsed on the bed, was pulled down by him and even fell onto Qiao Nuo’s body. His head hit Qiao Nuo’s chest in the process.
The impact wasn’t small, but Qiao Nuo seemed oblivious to any pain, closing his eyes directly.
Though Ruan Qing felt a bit sore from the impact, the heavy and rhythmic heartbeat beneath him actually calmed him down a bit.
Even though his body was still in fear and trepidation, at least his brain was no longer blank.
Ruan Qing was sure the ghost just now was the same person he encountered in the restroom and Shen Yu’an’s office.
The blood-stained shirt, the hand, and even the small knife were all the same.
It was highly likely to be the pen spirit.
Ruan Qing tried hard to recall what had just happened, hoping to find some clues.
However... he couldn’t remember.
It was as if something had shrouded the recent events. Ruan Qing could only grasp a general sense of what had happened, but the details eluded him.
He couldn’t even recall the man’s name.
It seemed like he called him... brother?
Was the first part a surname, or a given name?
If it were just a fake name, there would be no need to blur his memory.
So it must be real, and undoubtedly an important lead.
But Ruan Qing couldn’t remember.
No matter how hard he tried, all he could recall was calling him brother.
The events in front of the mirror were vivid in his memory, but the man’s appearance became blurry, only vaguely remembering his extreme handsomeness.
A beauty so rare, the kind of noble and elegant young master.
Ruan Qing looked up, noticing severe dark circles under Qiao Nuo’s eyes, which had turned into bruises.
Evidently, he suffered from a severe lack of sleep.
Ruan Qing tried to gently move Qiao Nuo’s hand resting on his waist, but it wouldn’t budge.
Even if he was asleep, Qiao Nuo’s strength was surprisingly strong. Ruan Qing exerted considerable effort to pry open his hand.
Throughout the process, Qiao Nuo just furrowed his brows but didn’t wake up.
Probably because Qiao Nuo was there, it gave Ruan Qing a sense of security, but he also didn’t blindly believe in the other.
After all, the restroom incident was still fresh in his mind; it wasn’t safe even with him around.
To prevent a recurrence of such events, Ruan Qing picked up the glass shards not far away, cut the edge of the bedsheet, and tore it into strips.
After Ruan Qing tied the cloth strips into a long rope, one end was tied to Qiao Nuo’s hand, and the other end was tied to his own hand.
Qiao Nuo was probably too exhausted; he didn’t show any reaction when Ruan Qing tied his hands.
Ruan Qing looked at the securely tied cloth strips, then left Qiao Nuo’s side with a slight sense of relief. He carefully surveyed the abandoned classroom.
The classroom seemed to have experienced something dreadful in the past; bloodstains were everywhere, with traces of struggle apparent. It was eerie and frightening.
The glass windows were shattered, letting the wind blow in, but it couldn’t dispel the horror within the classroom.
Bloodstains on the floor formed a certain pattern, as if someone had fallen in that position. The blood continued to flow from that person until death.
Not only that, besides the large bloodstain, there were splatters, even on the nearby walls and mirrors. The blood slid down the walls and mirrors, leaving chilling traces.
Comparing the range of the large bloodstain and the distance of the splatters, Ruan Qing easily concluded that the person on the floor was ruthlessly attacked again with a sharp weapon, resulting in the splatters.
Moreover, the attacks were not in the same position. Ruan Qing used his hand to compare the range and distance; it was roughly from the head to the feet.
With such a loss of blood, survival was impossible. What kind of hatred would drive someone to attack another person from head to toe?
Even if it’s torture, it shouldn’t be carried out in such a systematic manner from top to bottom.
Dismemberment?
Ruan Qing’s slender fingers tightly clenched the rope. When the human heart stopped beating, blood circulation and flow ceased. The blood loses its driving force, and the body’s fluids stop moving. Then, under the influence of gravity, blood would begin to seep to the surface of the skin, forming livor mortis.
In other words, it wouldn’t splatter like this unless the person was dismembered just after death or even before death.
Regardless of which one it was, there was probably deep-seated hatred and resentment involved, which would make such an existence quite normal.
Ruan Qing took a deep breath and slowly approached the mirror.
Unlike everything in the illusion, the mirror had long been stained with dirt, becoming unclear and blurry.
It could only vaguely reflect a silhouette.
Even the facial features were not clear, similar to the man’s face in the illusion, except the other person was a bit taller.
About 1.87 meters tall.
Brother...
Normally, after the word “brother,” it wouldn’t be the full name; it would either be the surname or the given name.
The possibility of it being the surname should be much higher than that of the given name.
This speculation didn’t have much strong evidence; it’s just Ruan Qing’s intuition combined with his own analysis.
Because if neither the surname nor the given name was known, then the possibility should be fifty-fifty, so he wouldn’t focus on either one while thinking.
But what he’s thinking about now was more about the issue of the given name.
It’s as if he once knew the other person’s surname, and he had also thought about what the other person’s name might be, like now.
This was called habitual thinking.
So he should know the other person’s surname in the dream.
That was to say, the possibility of the surname following the word “brother” was very high.
So, what surname?
