I immediately sensed something was wrong and turned around to look.
The person on the bed was still in the same position. I couldn't see anything unusual.
Chen Zian was terrified. He grabbed my arm and shook me frantically, looking ready to run.
I forced myself to take a careful look at the person on the bed.
I'd been focused on seeing what he looked like. Since he was hiding his face, then aside from the usual ghost-story tropes, even by ordinary logic, there had to be something wrong with it. I'd imagined all sorts of possibilities, even everything that had happened in the "Black Screen, Strange Face" incident.
But after Chen Zian's "reminder," I realized that the problem wasn't with the front of his face.
More precisely, he... had another face beneath the hair on the back of his head...
Just like Chen Zian had earlier, I stared with my eyes wide open.
Meng Yifan had an ordinary hairstyle, the kind of short, slightly long hair common among men. I remembered he had bangs, too.
I couldn't see the bangs now, but through his not-quite-short, not-quite-long hair, I saw a pair of deep black eyes.
Those eyes were looking at me...
He hadn't been avoiding me so I couldn't see his face. He'd been watching me the whole time...
A chill of dread crept over me.
When Chen Zian saw that I wasn't moving, he decided to run. He really did let go of my arm and darted backward.
Those eyes were still fixed on me.
He seemed to know that I'd spotted him.
Meng Yifan's hands made a grinding, creaking sound as his bones scraped together. His arms twisted backward at the joints for a while, but when they seemed to reach their limit, he had no choice