ebonymovies Chapter 266 The "Scratching Sounds" from the Closet
Chapter 266 The "Scratching Sounds" from the Closet
Before they knew it, the two had arrived at the boys' dormitory.
"That's enough for now." Tang Xiaofu stopped walking. "I'll have to trouble you again tomorrow night. Get a good rest tonight and recharge your energy."
Lin Feng nodded: "I know, Vice Director, you also..."
Before he could finish speaking, a gentle evening breeze swept by, rustling the tall mimosa trees overhead.
A mimosa flower was swept away by the wind, swirling around. Its delicate pink petals spread out slightly in the wind, like a small, lost down feather, landing lightly on the top of Tang Xiaofu's hair.
That delicate pink hue, adorning her meticulously styled dark hair, unexpectedly added a touch of lively playfulness.
Lin Feng was slightly taken aback. Almost without thinking, he naturally reached out, his fingertips gently brushing through her hair, and carefully picked up the mimosa flower.
Lin Feng's movements were very light, but Tang Xiaofu's body still stiffened almost imperceptibly.
Lin Feng held the flower between his fingers and looked at it in the light shining from the building entrance.
The flowers are fluffy and lovely, and the pink color appears even more gentle under the light, with the velvety petals intact.
"This mimosa flower is very pretty; it would be perfect for making a bookmark after it's dried," he said with a smile.
Tang Xiaofu pretended not to care and lightly spat out, "...Mind your own business, hurry up and go upstairs, get some rest."
Lin Feng casually tucked the mimosa flower into his coat pocket and nodded, "Okay, goodnight, Vice Director."
After saying that, he turned and went into the lobby of the dormitory building.
Watching Lin Feng's departing figure, Tang Xiaofu subconsciously raised her hand to tidy the strands of hair that had just been touched, her fingertips still seeming to retain a faint warmth.
A moment later, she turned around, her figure quickly disappearing into the night in the distance.
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The dormitory lobby was dimly lit, with only an old table lamp shining through the small window of the dormitory manager's office.
The short, hunched-over dormitory supervisor was still engrossed in his old uniform and large wooden chair.
His unusually large, bony hand, with knuckles like tree roots, was holding an old enamel mug, from which steam rose faintly and emitted an indescribable, slightly fishy herbal smell.
In the shadow behind his small round sunglasses, dark red dots seemed to flicker more actively than usual, revealing a state of keen observation.
He clearly didn't miss what happened outside.
When Lin Feng pushed the door open, the dormitory supervisor slowly put down his cup, making a hoarse "hoarse" sound in his throat, like a low laugh or a phlegm sound.
"You're back, kid from 303."
"Hmm, sir, you haven't rested yet?" Lin Feng greeted him politely, preparing to go upstairs.
"Hmph..." The dorm supervisor made that cryptic sound again, glancing at the empty doorway behind his sunglasses with the red dot behind his sunglasses. "They delivered it pretty far... and it was a 'big shot' who delivered it personally."
"The deputy director is just concerned about the safety of the staff," Lin Feng replied calmly.
"Concerned about...safety..." the dormitory supervisor repeated, the corners of his mouth curving upwards almost imperceptibly. He tapped the rim of his enamel cup lightly with his large fingers, making a crisp "ding" sound.
"It's good. At my age, my eyesight is still good. I can smell some 'joyful' things from far away."
Lin Feng smiled and said, "Well... thank you for your kind words. If that day ever comes, I'll invite you first."
The old man chuckled and waved at him:
"Okay! I got it! Go upstairs now. Once you're in bed tonight, try not to get up. The dorm is damp, and you'll easily catch a cold."
Lin Feng felt a slight chill run down his spine, and nodded: "Thank you for the reminder, sir."
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When Lin Feng pushed open the door to dormitory 303, the lights in the room were still on.
Upon hearing the door open, Wasim and Park Chang-beom immediately looked up.
Wasim immediately noticed the lingering seriousness in Lin Feng's expression and tentatively asked:
"Are you in trouble?"
Lin Feng took off his coat and casually hung it on the chair next to the bed. He nodded again and said in a somewhat ambiguous tone:
"Yes, it's Tang Xiaorui. She's not feeling well."
"Tang Xiaorui?" Park Chang-beom's face showed a hint of disapproval. "That little firecracker? She seems perfectly healthy to me. What illness could she possibly have?"
Lin Feng glanced at him, his tone calm but with a clear sense of boundaries: "This is her personal privacy, so don't pry."
Park Chang-beom pursed his lips, seemingly wanting to say something, but when he met Lin Feng's deep eyes under the light, he swallowed his words, muttered "mysterious," and continued to look down at the magazine.
Time flew by and it was 10:50 p.m.
The three exchanged a knowing glance, checked that the cabinet doors were locked, and then gently placed a bottle of mineral water and an empty mineral water bottle on the bed.
Then the lights were turned off, and the dormitory was plunged into darkness.
The three of them lay down, and soon only the sound of steady breathing filled the dormitory.
I don't know how much time had passed, but it was probably already past midnight.
Sudden--
"Sizzle... sizzle... sizzle..."
A slight but persistent scratching sound rang out without warning.
The source of the sound was the storage cabinet under Park Chang-beom's bed!
It was as if something was slowly and forcefully scraping against the wooden board inside the cabinet with hard fingernails, again and again, the scraping amplified to a particularly clear and jarring sound in the absolute silence.
Park Chang-beom sat bolt upright in bed, his heart pounding, and instantly realized—dormitory rule number 1 had been triggered.
Rule 1: Lock your locker before going to bed. If you hear scratching sounds inside the locker at night, no matter how loud the noise, do not unlock it to check.
He subconsciously looked at Lin Feng and Vassim's bed, his gaze sinking into a viscous pool of ink, unable to grasp any definite shape, only a deep, dark mass, unable to determine whether anyone was still lying there.
Park Chang-beom held his breath and listened intently, trying to catch their breathing sounds, but the incessant scratching sound was like a net, drowning out all the subtle noises.
"Senior Lin... Wasim..." Park Chang-beom couldn't help but call out softly.
no respond.
Just then, the scratching sound suddenly became more rapid, "Sizzle—Sizzle—", as if you could clearly see the wood chips being scraped off quickly.
Park Chang-beom felt a chill run down his spine, but his remaining rationality was still desperately holding him back.
Suddenly, a muffled voice, filled with rapid, panting breaths, terror, and pain, yet identical to Vassim's, came from the cabinet under the bed—
"Brother Park... It's me... Wasim..."
"I've been dragged into the closet by that thing... Quick... Help me... Open the closet door for me..."