When they rushed to the second-floor bathroom, the sight before them turned their stomachs.
A male student lay on his back in the bathtub, his eyes bulging and bloodshot, his death gruesome beyond words.
Most bizarre of all, his mouth was stretched wide open, and his throat was stuffed full of chunks of black charcoal.
The charcoal seemed to still be faintly hot, giving off a pungent burnt smell.
Several young people crowded at the bathroom door, their faces pale as paper. Some even began dry-heaving uncontrollably.
"It was him... it had to be him!" A male student with dreadlocks pointed at a bespectacled boy nearby, his voice trembling. "He was the only one who went to the bathroom just now!"
"You're slandering me! I just went to take a piss—how could I possibly have killed anyone?!" Glasses retorted hysterically.
Panic and suspicion spread among the young people like a plague.
Inside this sealed-off villa, companions who had been calling each other brothers only moments ago had instantly become potential murderers. No one dared trust anyone else, and every gaze was filled with wariness.
"Everyone, quiet!"
Uncle Feng barked sharply, pulling out his police ID. "Police investigation! Protect the scene. No one is to move!"
Uncle Feng's identity had some deterrent effect. The young people quieted down slightly, but the fear in their eyes did not diminish in the slightest.
Uncle Feng stepped forward and carefully examined the boy's corpse, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter.
"There are no signs of struggle. The charcoal was forcibly stuffed in. And..." He reached out and felt the corpse's neck. "This body is cold as ice, with extremely heavy yin energy. This wasn't done by a person."
His gaze swept across every young person present.
"That thing has possessed one of you."
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