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In the dead of night, muffled moans of passion drifted from the neighboring dorm room.
Fed up with the noise, I tagged the couple in the school's group chat: [Hey the couple next door, can you keep it down a bit?!]
The guy quickly replied: [Already slit her throat. She definitely won't be making any more noise.]
He even sent a picture.
In the image, the woman's neck was slashed open, the bed drenched in a gruesome pool of blood.

Late Night Campus Throat-Slitting Incident

The school dorms are newly built, with very solid doors that would take time for a killer to break through.


As long as I stay put in the dorm and don't go out, I can temporarily stay alive!


After figuring this out, I completely calm down.


Outside the door, the killer is still trying to hack through the door panel with a knife.


But I'm no longer fazed, and prepare to call 911.


Just as the call goes through, my phone suddenly dies.


I clutch my phone tightly, anger and despair roaring inside me.


After the school break started, the dorms lost water and electricity.


Usually, I charge my phone at the coffee shop.


Now my phone's dead, I can't call for help, and the school building is locked.


Just wait here until the killer hacks through the dorm door?!


I start to panic, feeling like a sitting duck, knowing that sooner or later the killer outside will break in and murder me!


At this moment, I hear a rhythmic knocking coming from the wall on the right side of my dorm.


Earlier I had messaged 301, but she never responded, so I thought she was dead.


I didn't expect that she's actually alive? I stuck to the wall, lowering my voice to ask, "Daisy, is that you?"


Through the wall, the muffled sound of 301 Daisy's sobbing came through: "I was so caught up in my game earlier, I only just saw your message now.


"I've heard about the killer in the dorm building. I'm so scared. Can you please come keep me company?"


At this point, Daisy in 301 was definitely already dead.


Because after Daisy and I finished our shift together, she sprawled out on her dorm bed, carelessly playing her game.


She was so addicted to it, she didn't even notice.


Her door wasn't fully closed, but left slightly ajar.


It was me who deliberately left her door cracked open, leaving a gap for the serial rapist and murderer to see.


The killer, with his volatile temper, seeing the delicate Daisy lying on her bed playing on her phone, would naturally... kill her!


Although Daisy and I work as servers at the same coffee shop.


She likes to slack off, always pawning her work onto me.


For someone like her, being killed by a rapist is getting off way too easy!I sent a message to Daisy first, asking if she wanted to call the police.


In truth, my intention wasn't really about contacting the authorities.


It was to see if she was dead or alive!


If I accidentally disturbed her while she was gaming,


She would definitely storm over to my dorm room and unleash a torrent of verbal abuse.


But this time, when I messaged her, she didn't respond at all.


Daisy's body must be enduring the killer's brutal slaughter.


Now, it's crystal clear that Daisy is dead.


So, the person next door must be the killer, using Daisy's tone to lure me out of my room.


I can't directly expose the killer, or it might trigger their rage.


I can only pretend to go along with it while trying to save myself.


So, I quietly opened my laptop, plugged my phone's data cable into it to charge.


Once my phone is charged and powered on, I'll call 911 immediately!


Through the wall, I carefully replied: [Daisy, I'm scared. The killer has me so terrified that I'm paralyzed and can't move.]


The killer, pretending to be Daisy, fell silent for a good while. He suddenly laughed, [Room 302, guess what I found in Room 301?]


A faint sound of keys jingling could be heard.


The killer had found a set of keys at Daisy's place!


Chapter 4