Lowbrow Fear (17)
In theory, the person who'd just passed outside was merely a student with a coat wrapped around his head. That was still the most likely of all the possibilities.
There just had to be a reasonable motive for doing that.
After all, returning to school on an empty weekend was already an inhuman thing to do. And on top of that, he'd wrapped his head in such a messy way, as if he were ashamed to be seen.
That alone made his state of mind seem downright surreal.
Fu Qian's response was simple: if they wanted to find out whether the person was human or a ghost—and, if human, why he'd done it—they just had to wait and see.
The mysterious figure following behind was clearly in the middle of a mutual pursuit with him.
Of course, in theory, with the way ahead clear, the most normal thing for Eva to do would be to run off and escape, not stay behind to watch.
After returning the pen to her, Fu Qian went straight back to the corner of the room and continued examining the unusual corpse.
[Should we hide a little longer?]
As if her fatal curiosity really had been piqued, Eva hesitated for a moment, then retreated with him.
Even the writing on the white coat was hard to make out now.
[All right.]
Fu Qian merely nodded slightly. Keeping his attention on the seated corpse, he carefully felt from its shoulders and neck up to its head.
For a corpse, the way this one sat was remarkably debonair, a far cry from how the previous one had been sprawled on the floor.
And without all that fake blood obscuring his view, the examination was much easier.
This time, Fu Qian finally parted the mass