A Woman's Cry

"Don't worry too much, we just have a few questions we want to ask. How about we go inside and talk?"

While Zhao Mou played the role of intimidating people, Wen Qinghuai, who was much thinner and weaker than Zhao Mou, could only play the role of speaking properly. He smiled at the three wary students and gestured to the inner cubicle.

After all, the public area is too close to the door. If the rats outside hear what we say later, who knows what trouble might arise.

Although reluctant, the three students, still feeling fearful and aggrieved, led the two to the only empty cubicle. The cubicle was completely empty, with only the bare bed frame remaining, and traces of blood seeping through it visible at the foot of the bed.

Zhao Mou glanced at the bloodstains, feigning ignorance. "What happened?"

"This was left behind by our previous roommate." The bold roommate paused for a moment before speaking, "He was a very good student, the best in our dorm. None of us expected him to be the first to break down."

William glanced at the expressions of those around him, then hesitated before adding, "He's under too much pressure. He's watched over by the red armbands every day, and when he's studying, he often mutters to himself that he absolutely has to get first place this time. Besides, he's not in good health; he always misses out on food at the cafeteria's food stall. Over time, he started growing eyes on his arm..."

His timid roommate quickly stopped him. "Damn, don't even mention that! Just thinking about it makes me scared, it's disgusting!"

Zhao Mou narrowed his eyes imperceptibly.

It seems that the students in this dormitory, like most students, have been unknowingly distorted by this school. If this were outside the school, people who would feel disgusted by mentioning their deceased roommates would definitely be condemned, but they seem to have taken it for granted.

Upon hearing his roommate's account, William sighed, "Anyway, he couldn't accept himself like this, his mental state deteriorated, and one night he took a knife and stabbed his eyes one by one on his arm, then severed an artery. We didn't find out until the next morning, but it was too late."

"No one has slept in this bed since then. Our school has plenty of beds, and they usually don't add people in the middle of the night unless the whole dorm is empty," the roommate added.

"I see." Wen Qinghuai smiled faintly, not intending to waste any more time, and went straight to the point, saying, "The reason I came to ask you questions was a pretense."

William cursed inwardly, "Damn it, of course I know it's fake. You didn't even bring the book."

Wen Qinghuai could tell from the students' expressions that they were reluctant, but none of them were good people, and he didn't need to cater to their feelings. "Actually, we wanted to ask you about something. You've been living in this dormitory building for almost three years, right? Have you heard any rumors about the dormitory building, such as the dormitory manager's special surveillance of the building, or whether anything unusual happens in the building at night?"

"Huh?" The three students were quite surprised. What kind of question was that?

"Why do you need to know this?" William asked, puzzled.

"This school has so many weird things going on, everything's eerie, people even die during evening study sessions. We need to find out if the dorms are the same. Just say it, friend." Zhao Mou raised an eyebrow. "Judging from your reactions, you seem to know something."

"..." William didn't have much to say. He just felt it was unnecessary. "You're overthinking it. As long as you stay in your rooms at night, nothing will happen. Unlike you guys who run around everywhere, you'll be fine. When the dorm supervisor checks, just pretend to be asleep and cooperate. Don't open the door at night; just lock it. You know more, but it's useless."

Zhao Mou glared at him unhappily, his eyes behind his glasses surprisingly intimidating. "Whether it's useful or not is up to me to decide. Tell me everything you know."

The most timid roommate said unhappily, "Transfer student, you can't do this at St. Johnis Middle School. The school rules say you can't fight casually. If you get caught by the red armbands, you'll be punished by the teachers."

It seems his cowardice only applies to ghosts.

"Really? To me, these school rules are just for show. I've even seen people bullying classmates, and nobody does anything about it." Zhao Mou clasped his hands together, cracking his knuckles. "Even if I beat you up right now, what evidence do you have that I did it? Besides, if you keep arguing with me and don't tell me what I want to know, I won't beat you up; I'll just throw you in the hallway."

The roommate immediately calmed down and dared not say another word.

"Don't be angry, I know a little about this, let me explain." The bold roommate couldn't stand it anymore. Since the three of them were the weaker party anyway, they might as well cooperate and send the person away so they could go to sleep early.

"I'll go back and study now." William walked out of the empty cubicle, not very happy.

The knocking at the door in the middle of the night had a scare but no real consequences. William returned to his cubicle, picked up his water glass, and took a sip to calm his nerves.

He actually remembered those two transfer students somewhat.

It seems that Director Gene had caught these transfer students in the hallway and asked them some questions. He had been watching from a distance and hadn't quite remembered their faces, but after being reminded, he could barely make out who they were.

It's impossible not to be angry.

They were studying peacefully when two domineering transfer students not only kicked down the door but also rudely demanded answers from them. Wasn't this taking up their study time?

They were nearly scared to death by the knocking on their door in the middle of the night.

He even kicked the door open a crack. If that door had actually been kicked open, it wouldn't have been a matter of a point or two on the exam; they would have been killed! He simply couldn't believe that the student who used the corridor as a threat to force them to answer questions wouldn't have been unaware of the ghostly figures in the dormitory corridor.

Weren't those two transfer students practically murdering them on purpose?

He really gained two troublemakers. Maybe it would have been better if he had died sooner, like his former roommate. At least if his roommate had died, his ranking in the grade would have improved by one place, and his chances of surviving would have been much higher. I don't know how academically these two transfer students are, but with their personalities, they're definitely the kind of people who will cause trouble.

William moved to his desk and sat down, cursing the transfer student under his breath. He was even a little annoyed when he heard his roommate answering questions obediently.

"If you want to know about the female dorm supervisor, I've heard about her from a senior student," the boldest student scratched his head. "Based on this year, the supervisor has been with the school for seven or eight years. Apparently, she's the school staff member with the shortest tenure besides the new Physics Teacher from Class Four."

"I heard she was heavily pregnant when she first arrived, but the pregnancy quickly disappeared. Someone saw a bloodstained knife in her duty room, and there were bloodstains on her abdomen that had been there for a long time."

"Many people guessed that she had performed a C-section, which caused a lot of discussion at the time. After that, in addition to the daily room checks, the dormitory supervisor would also wander around the building at many unpredictable times, as if looking for something, but she never seemed to find it."

"Is she still wandering around?" Wen Qinghuai asked.

Anyway, he hasn't witnessed it in the past few days.

"No, the dorm supervisor stopped doing that when I enrolled. But now, I hear a woman's voice every few nights."

Zhao Mou: "What do you mean by a woman's voice? This is a men's dormitory."

"I don't know, the sound was quite faint, a strange woman's voice, always shouting something like... 'They're coming soon,' 'Close the door quickly,' 'There's no food,' etc. We don't understand what it means, so we just assume it's the voice of some ghost." The roommate thought for a moment, "She appears at irregular intervals, sometimes every two days, sometimes about a week. You can try your luck tomorrow night, maybe she'll come?"