William Clark put the money on the table, stood up directly, and prepared to leave.

　　As he walked past the table of the military-camouflage man and the man in sunglasses, the little black dog bared its teeth at William Clark, looking extremely fierce. Usually, when small dogs act aggressive, there’s a sense of bluster, but this dog’s ferocity carried a deep, undeniable threat.

　　The man in sunglasses held a bottle of liquor and raised it slightly: “Leaving already?”

　　He was speaking to William Clark.

　　William Clark was a bit surprised. There was no reason, and they didn’t know each other—was this really a way to greet someone? Still, he nodded lightly.

　　“Yes, I’m heading back to school.”

　　The man in military camouflage snorted, “I suggest you sit a while longer.”

　　The man in sunglasses shook his head at the man in camouflage, and then the two of them continued drinking and eating barbecue face to face.

　　William Clark hesitated for a moment, but still chose to cross the street and head toward the campus.

　　Watching William Clark’s departing figure, the man in camouflage smiled, “Why didn’t you let me call him back? Usually, if a newcomer can be kept, there’s a bit of a reward.”

　　The man in sunglasses sighed, “No need. There’s a murderous aura about him—your little black dog sensed it long ago. He’s not an ordinary newcomer, at least not an ordinary person. Forcing him to stay before the story begins would only cause unnecessary conflict.

　　Besides, he doesn’t look like someone who would die so easily. We can just look for him later.”

Chapter 10: Terror Returns!

　　Walking through the school gate, feet stepping onto the tree-lined path of the campus, the evening breeze gently blew by, bringing a sense of relaxation and comfort. All the fatigue seemed to dissipate at this moment.

　　That guy David Miller probably won’t be able to sleep tonight. Still, no matter how miserably Henry Brooks died, for William Clark, it was only at the moment of seeing it that he felt a slight reaction, but it wasn’t enough to become a nightmare for William Clark.

　　However, there was something William Clark wasn’t sure was good or bad: with Emma’s departure, this murder club would also disband. In the future, if he really couldn’t control himself, he’d have to go abroad for psychological treatment. Otherwise, if he became a demon addicted to killing the innocent, that wasn’t something William Clark wanted to see.

　　Although the people he killed before weren’t good people, legally, they didn’t deserve to die. Still, it gave William Clark a kind of spiritual comfort, just like what he said to that female office worker he killed in the restroom:

　　“Although I don’t like to talk nonsense, this is the club’s rule, so I have to say: your sins escaped worldly punishment, but you can’t escape our judgment.”

　　He forcibly cloaked his twisted psychology in a layer of sacred justice.

　　As William Clark walked forward, lost in thought, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, stunned.

　　Why is it so quiet around here?

　　Even though it was late at night on campus, which should be normal, tonight there were hundreds or even thousands of people playing the “find the meat chunks” game here. There’s no way it’s over already, so how could it be so silent?

　　William Clark’s fingers quietly clenched together, his gaze sweeping around. The sense that something was wrong grew stronger and stronger.

　　But after waiting a long time, nothing unusual happened.

　　William Clark decided to keep walking toward the dormitory. In the flowerbed corridor ahead, a figure emerged.

　　“Who’s there!”

　　“William Clark, it’s me.”

　　David Miller held a cup of milk tea and said, “I just threw up in the flowerbed, so I went to buy some milk tea to rinse my mouth.”

　　William Clark nodded. David Miller walked in front, William Clark followed behind, and the two of them returned to the dorm together.

　　When William Clark saw the dorm supervisor aunt still sitting at the entrance, he finally felt much more at ease. Maybe he was just being too sensitive and jumpy.

　　They entered the old dorm building and reached the third floor. David Miller took out his key and opened the door, and William Clark went in as well.

　　“Going to take a shower?” David Miller asked.

　　“No, not for now,” William Clark shook his head. At this moment, he just wanted to lie down and get a good sleep.

　　“Then I’ll go shower in the bathroom.” David Miller picked up his washbasin, put his towel, shampoo, and body wash inside, then stripped down to his underwear and went out.

　　Edward Clark took off his shirt, climbed onto his bunk, and picked up his laptop, only to find that after turning it on, the Windows 10 system kept rebooting in a loop. There must be something wrong with the system. Fortunately, Edward Clark had already backed up his important files, so he wasn’t worried about losing data if the system crashed.

　　But right now, he really didn’t feel like reinstalling the system. He put the laptop by the bed, and William Clark closed his eyes, preparing to sleep.

　　At that moment, the screen of David Miller’s phone on the bed suddenly lit up;

　　Most smartphones now have radio apps installed, and at this moment, the app opened automatically and began to play a voice:

　　[“Hello, listeners, it’s time for our ‘Horror Broadcast’ again. Today, we’ll continue our ghost stories. Please quiet your minds and listen closely.”]