William Clark was not asleep at this moment, and it seemed he heard some strange sounds by his ear. But when he tried to wake up, tried to open his eyes, he found that he simply couldn't move.

Sleep paralysis!

He was actually experiencing sleep paralysis at this moment.

William Clark began to struggle desperately. Most people have experienced sleep paralysis before—it's when, for a short period, your consciousness loses control over your body, but after a while, it resolves on its own.

["Today's story takes place in a university. Do you all still remember the XXX case from back then? The infamous dismemberment case—it caused a nationwide sensation at the time, but for decades, it remained unsolved.

Decades have passed, things have changed, and it's become very difficult to track down evidence, testimonies, or the people involved. Most importantly, the investigative methods and technology available to the police back then were just too outdated. If we could go back to that time with today's technology and investigative skills, we should be able to find more clues;

Of course, I said 'should,' not 'definitely';

But then, in 2016, in this very university, which is quite well-known nationwide, an identical case occurred. It almost completely replicated every detail of the old dismemberment case. The student's body was cooked, then cut into pieces, and scattered near the school.

So, if the previous case went unsolved because it happened twenty years ago and was limited by the investigative conditions of the time, what about now?

In 2016, with an identical case, can the police find the murderer?

Shh...

Don't make a sound,

Really, don't make a sound,

Look, that dorm room in the dormitory building—the door has opened, and that dead male student,

He,

He,

He's come back..."]

Creak~

A crisp sound rang out as the door was pushed open.

A male student walked in.

He sat on his own bed for a moment, then went to his desk, turned on the lamp, looked at his desk, and pulled open the drawer. When he found that the lock on his drawer had been pried open, he frowned slightly, a trace of anger appearing on his face.

At this moment, another person walked in from outside. That person was dripping wet, holding a washbasin in his hand—it was David Miller, who had just come back from showering in the bathroom.

"Hey, Henry Brooks, you're back." David Miller had always been the nice guy, warm and friendly to everyone around him.

"Yeah, my girlfriend has to go back to her dorm tonight to finish an assignment, copying from one of her dormmates, so I'm staying here tonight," said Henry Brooks.

"Alright, welcome, welcome," David Miller said with a big smile. "Come back and stay more often, otherwise the dorm gets too quiet."

"Aren't there still two people in the dorm?" Henry Brooks glanced at bed number 4, which was hidden behind a curtain.

David Miller pointed at bed 4 and made a gesture as if to say, you know, meaning that William Clark was the type of person with a rather cold personality, so sometimes the dorm really did lack a bit of liveliness.

Suddenly, Henry Brooks seemed to remember something and asked David Miller, "What happened to the lock on my drawer?"

"Well..." David Miller looked troubled, then shook his head. "I just know it wasn't me."

This answer was basically the same as telling Henry Brooks who broke the lock, because there were only two people in the dorm.

"William Clark, William Clark, what happened to my lock!"

Henry Brooks called out from below.

But there was still no response from William Clark's bed.

"You..." Henry Brooks was about to say something else, but David Miller grabbed him.

"It's so late, he's probably asleep. Whatever it is, talk about it tomorrow."

Henry Brooks nodded as well. After all, they were classmates, sharing a dorm, and although he was angry just now, he remembered the scene when William Clark first came to the school. He also knew that it wasn't worth offending a classmate with such a powerful family background during student days.

"Lend me your body wash, I'm going to take a shower too."

"Sure, go ahead."

"Thanks."

Creak...

Henry Brooks walked out of the dorm and closed the door behind him.

At this moment, William Clark finally broke free from that state of sleep paralysis. He immediately sat up in bed. While in that state, he had been clearly aware of everything happening outside—he could hear who had come in, and the conversation between David Miller and that person.

William Clark immediately jumped down from his bed, gripping a dagger tightly in his hand.

David Miller was sitting on his bed cooling off. When he saw William Clark suddenly get down, he was startled.

William Clark approached David Miller, staring at him intently.

"What's wrong?" David Miller was a bit at a loss.

"Henry Brooks came back?" William Clark was deliberately reminding David Miller.

Henry Brooks was already dead—disemboweled, nailed to a chair. Both he and David Miller had witnessed the crime scene with their own eyes today.

"Yeah, he came back," David Miller said in confusion.