William Clark didn’t say anything further, restraining the urge to stab David Miller to death right then and there. He knew something was definitely wrong. Then, he looked at the phone David Miller had left on the bed and walked over to pick it up.

On the phone screen, a radio app was open, and the current channel was:

“Terror Broadcast!”

Damn it, it really is that thing. What is it up to this time!

William Clark gritted his teeth. At this moment, the deeply hidden murderous intent within him was already leaking out. He took a deep breath, pushed open the dormitory door, and walked toward the bathroom, gripping the knife tightly in his hand.

“Splash…”

“Splash…”

The sound of someone showering kept coming from the bathroom, basically someone filling a basin with water and pouring it over themselves.

When William Clark reached the bathroom door, his hand gripping the knife handle began to tremble slightly. He saw:

Henry Brooks was showering,

Pouring water over himself,

While bleeding,

Even,

His intestines

Had spilled all over the floor.

Chapter 11: The Dead Come Back to Life?

“Splash…”

A basin of water was deliberately splashed in front of William Clark, with a few droplets landing on his face. Suddenly, he felt as if he had broken free from the previous anxious and tense mood.

“Not asleep yet, huh.”

Henry Brooks was only wearing underwear, bare-chested, and when he spoke to William Clark, there was a hint of anger in his voice. But he had already managed to restrain his emotions and didn’t intend to argue about the locked door anymore.

William Clark took a deep breath. When he looked at Henry Brooks again, he found that Henry Brooks was completely normal. The blood and intestines seemed to have just been a trick of his eyes.

But William Clark knew clearly that he hadn’t been seeing things.

He didn’t believe for a second that everything before was just a figment of his imagination;

He and Chu Zhao had found the chopped-up remains and head of Henry Brooks’s girlfriend themselves, and he had personally witnessed Henry Brooks nailed to a chair when the door to the rental apartment was opened.

It wasn’t fake. It really wasn’t fake.

He was sure—

It had to be that damn “Terror Broadcast.” That thing was definitely behind this.

When Henry Brooks walked over carrying the washbasin, William Clark instinctively slipped the dagger up his sleeve. The bathroom light was dim, and it was late at night, so Henry Brooks didn’t notice anything unusual. He just walked up to William Clark:

“Need to use the bathroom?” Henry Brooks asked.

William Clark nodded.

Henry Brooks sidestepped past William Clark, probably heading back to the dorm.

William Clark walked to the sink, turned on the faucet, splashed water on his face, and then leaned over the sink, breathing heavily. After a moment, he stood up, the dagger in his sleeve pressed against his arm. Though the touch was icy cold, it gave him a sense of reassurance.

Standing in front of his dorm room door, William Clark wished so much that this was all just a dream. That when he opened the door, Henry Brooks wouldn’t be inside, and David Miller would already be asleep. But William Clark also knew that if all this was connected to the Terror Broadcast, then this dream wouldn’t be so easy to wake up from.

He still pushed open the door. Inside, Henry Brooks, freshly showered, was changing clothes.

David Miller was already lying in bed, getting ready to sleep.

William Clark blew at his damp bangs, climbed into bed, and pulled the curtain closed.

The dorm quickly returned to silence. Henry Brooks, now dressed, soon lay down on his own bed as well.

But William Clark didn’t go to sleep. Instead, he secretly lifted a small gap in the curtain, his gaze fixed on Henry Brooks diagonally below.

At a time like this, how could William Clark possibly sleep soundly?

But Henry Brooks really did seem to be sleeping, and soon, even started to snore softly.

Still, William Clark didn’t let his guard down. He truly wasn’t sleepy at all—just like someone was holding a knife to your throat, how could you possibly think about sleeping?

For about an hour, William Clark maintained this position and this state of vigilance;

He remembered all too clearly the scenes of the female office worker turning into a zombie and that driver’s tragic death!

At this moment, Henry Brooks’s phone started ringing.

William Clark’s breathing instantly grew heavier.

Henry Brooks groggily woke up to find his phone, pressed the answer button while lying in bed:

“Hello, darling, what’s up?

You had a fight? With your roommate?

Okay, okay, don’t be mad. I’ll go with you to sleep at the rental outside the school. Mm, wait for me, I’ll get up right now.”

Henry Brooks sat up and started putting on his socks. William Clark slowly tightened his grip on the dagger. After Henry Brooks finished putting on his socks and shoes, he grabbed his phone, wallet, and keys, and pushed open the dorm door to leave.

It was probably his girlfriend calling. She was supposed to go back to the school dorm to copy her roommate’s homework, but for some reason, she had a falling out with her roommate. Now she didn’t want to sleep in the dorm tonight, so in the middle of the night, she called her boyfriend and asked him to go with her to sleep at the rental apartment outside the school.