Chapter 147: Die in Despair and Fear

The concrete framework was shattered, like the remains of a giant beast forgotten by time.

Cracks on the walls resembled dried-up rivers, spreading and crisscrossing; the window glass had long since vanished, leaving only empty iron frames, like hollow eyes watching the visitors who came at midnight.

In this abandoned unfinished building, it had been a long time since living people had arrived one after another on the same day.

Chang Qingsen climbed over the wall into the abandoned unfinished building according to the location on the MMS.

"Is anyone there? I'm here, where are you?"

Chang Qingsen's voice echoed lowly in the empty building, the echo sounding especially sinister and eerie.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated once, and a text message appeared on the screen—Top Floor!

The top floor was not yet capped, with openings of various sizes between the floor slabs. Chang Qingsen stopped, looked up, and vaguely saw a blurry figure standing on the top level, silently overlooking from above.

Chang Qingsen turned on the phone's built-in flashlight, took a deep breath, and began climbing up the rickety stairs, floor by floor.

Every flight of stairs was dim, the air filled with a damp and moldy smell; the flashlight beam on the walls cast patches of gray mold spots, like patterns on a map.

Shoe soles stepped on the stair treads, occasionally encountering shattered concrete and exposed steel bars; each time, stones would fall from above, emitting a dull echo, that sound striking the heart, making one's heart sink involuntarily.

Chang Qingsen had no doubt that if he slipped and fell here, he would definitely be smashed into his favorite meat sauce.

But his psychological quality was very good, and every step was taken very steadily.

Four minutes later, Chang Qingsen reached the top floor; under the ghostly blue light of the flashlight, the floor was piled with construction debris, broken cement blocks, fractured bricks, and scattered steel bars intertwined, forming a desolate scroll.

"I'm up here, where are you?"

As Chang Qingsen's foot just stepped onto the stair entrance, his left hand tightly gripped the phone, using the light to look around, while his right hand was hidden in his sleeve, five fingers gently stroking the knife hilt, feeling the cold metal touch.

His voice echoed on the empty rooftop: "I don't know why you recorded the video, but I think, since you lured me here at midnight, perhaps you should show yourself now and talk to me properly."

Chang Qingsen habitually licked his lips, and politely and calmly said,

"Whatever your demands, you must show yourself and talk to me; as long as it's not too excessive, rest assured, I can agree to you."

When Chang Qingsen climbed the stairs, his gaze had always been toward the rooftop, so he was very sure that the black shadow overlooking from the rooftop had not come down, definitely still on the top floor, hiding behind some pile of construction debris.

Chang Qingsen's attention was all in front, all on the top floor, so he did not notice that behind him, on the stair treads under his feet.

A deep black shadow was sneaking quietly, closely attached to the uneven steps, like a strand of abandoned night.

That black shadow was light and boneless, like a water snake winding through dark currents; every delicate twist of its waist would suddenly dart up and cross several meters, yet not a single sound was made.

Suddenly, a slight "hum" sounded, interrupting this dead silence.

Chang Qingsen's gaze instantly turned to the phone in his hand; four bold characters and three bright red exclamation marks leaped into his eyes, like a warning written in blood:

——Beware behind you!!!

The corner of Chang Qingsen's mouth curved into an imperceptible arc of contempt; he would not be deceived by such tricks.

But he still immediately obeyed the phone's prompt, immediately turned his head to look behind him; he planned to pretend to fall for it, use himself as bait, to lure the thing hiding in the dark to show itself and ambush him.

Then, Chang Qingsen's pupils shrank to needle points, and he saw a snake-like ghost shadow suddenly rise from the ground, a disheveled face covered in blood and gore, ferocious, unexpectedly occupying his entire pupil.

A backstab ambush at close range?

The text message did not lie to him!!

Chang Qingsen's scalp went numb; because he was too clever for his own good, he only turned his neck, remaining motionless below the neck; this extremely uncoordinated posture meant that by now he wanted to turn around, but it was already too late.

Chang Qingsen's face changed in shock; his footing staggered and tilted; instinctively he rolled on the ground, trying to dodge the sudden ambush; at the same time, his right-hand short dagger flashed at the cuff, drawing a sharp cold light.

Several strands of black hair were cut off; Chang Qingsen's pupils widened; in a fleeting glance, he saw that under the disheveled hair, one eye was completely pale as if blind, while the other eye was full of resentment.

Chang Qingsen had no time to think; he only felt his waist go cold, scrambling to stand up; he touched his waist with his hand; a large area of skin and flesh had been gouged out, and he could vaguely feel the wet intestines inside.

Holding the phone, he moved backward half a step soundlessly, then aimed the phone flashlight at the woman who ambushed him.

Chang Qingsen tore off a piece of his clothes and haphazardly wrapped it around his waist, trying to stop the slippery intestines from sliding out of the wound.

His voice was hoarse and weak, revealing pain that could not be concealed: "Who are you?"

The phone light shone on the woman's face, making her distorted expression look even more ferocious and terrifying. Her eyes flickered with heart-palpitating resentment, making Chang Qingsen involuntarily shiver.

Suddenly, Chang Qingsen's gaze froze; he saw the woman opposite tightly clutching a bloodstained rag doll.

"My rag doll."

"No, it's my rag doll!"

A hoarse and resentful female voice sent chills down one's spine.

Chang Qingsen was shocked, his brain seemed to crash for an instant; at this moment, he finally recognized the resentful face before him; it was actually... Feng Yuhuai!!

His gaze shifted back and forth between Feng Yuhuai's twisted face and the rag doll; suddenly, all the doubts fell into place like puzzle pieces.

He involuntarily burst into wild laughter: "You and this rag doll, hahaha, it's truly too ironic, and too interesting."

Feng Yuhuai carefully put the rag doll into her pocket; she looked at Chang Qingsen's excited smile, and similarly revealed a ferocious smile that was angry to the extreme and somewhat neurotic: "Why didn't you listen to me, why did you have to mend my rag doll?"

Chang Qingsen raised the dagger in his hand, lightly licked the blade tip with his tongue; his gaze became focused and serious; he replied: "Because one eye was asymmetrical; what about you, why did you deliberately leave the rag doll in the cafeteria?"

In Chang Qingsen's mind, in a flash of lightning, a glimmer of inspiration flashed; he understood; that encounter in the cafeteria was definitely not accidental; this life-and-death rag doll could definitely not have been lost unintentionally.

Feng Yuhuai's face was full of bulging veins; this was definitely an unforgivable mistake in her life; she stared fixedly at Chang Qingsen: "Because, I want to eat you!"

Chang Qingsen looked at Feng Yuhuai with a look of disgust and said disgustedly: "You are dirty, not beautiful anymore; but don't be afraid, I will dress you up beautifully again."

Feng Yuhuai's heart was filled with unprecedented killing intent; her voice was cold as if a curse from the abyss:

"I will make you personally break your own limbs, make you watch your own blood being drawn bit by bit, experience the despair and fear of bones breaking free from withered skin and flesh. By then, I want to see if you can still make a single sound of laughter."

Chang Qingsen's eyes suddenly lit up; there was not only no fear on his face, but a glimmer of excitement appeared; he blurted out: "You are the 【Faceless】 rumored in the school?"

Feng Yuhuai pounced at Chang Qingsen; her mouth simultaneously let out a sinister and terrifying shriek:

"That's right, I am 【Faceless】; so, despair, repent, fear, and then die in screams!"

End of Chapter