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"Kouichi Yano...!"

Xu Ming blurted out, his gaze quickly sharpening.

Kouichi Yano noticed the resentful looks in Tomokazu Suzuki's and Professor Miyano's eyes, the fact that Professor Miyano had chased him away beforehand, giving him ample time to commit the crime, and the fact that the red-clothed zombies frequently attacked Tomokazu Suzuki and Professor Miyano while almost ignoring him and Megumi Kato...

Furthermore, those who turn corpses into ghouls must be people who can freely enter and leave the morgue. There are currently only three such people: Professor Miyano, Tomohito Suzuki, and... Koichi Yano!

When all the clues are put together, they point directly to the only person who was not present—Yano Koichi!

"Xu Mingjun thinks the same way I do."

Kato Megumi smiled approvingly.

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Student dormitory No. 14, Hongo Campus, University of Tokyo.

This dormitory building is located in the most remote corner of the dormitory area. It is dilapidated, most of the lights in the corridor are broken, and there is a faint musty smell in the air.

Generally, only students from poor families or those who don't fit in will choose this place.

The only advantage of this dormitory building is that you can rent a fairly large room for only two-thirds of the average price in the area.

Room 414 on the 4th floor, the door was tightly closed.

The room was dark, with only a faint candlelight providing a negligible source of light.

With a gloomy expression, Yano Koichi knelt on the tatami mat, holding a yellowed ancient book in his hand.

Before him, a bizarre pattern was drawn on the floor in bright red paint, with several pale white candles adorning the pattern, and a few roosters with their necks snapped lying not far away.

In the very center of the eerie pattern sat a flute, which gleamed with a pale white light under the candlelight. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed that the flute was actually made from a human arm bone.

Koichi Yano was muttering something to the ancient book when suddenly the bone flute turned into grayish-white bone powder with a whoosh!

"Damn it! What's going on?!"

The key ritual artifact suddenly self-destructed, and Yano Yukichi went berserk for a moment.

He was very agitated, constantly scratching at his hair.

Unable to see, Yano Koichi did not witness the moment the bone flute turned to ashes, a plume of black smoke billowed out from it...

"Damn it! Damn it! You bastards! Why is everyone against me?!"

Seeing that the ceremony was beyond repair, Yano Koichi vented his anger and then slammed the yellowed ancient book heavily on the ground.

After hesitating for a long time, he took out his phone from his pocket, opened his contacts, found a number he had marked as "Go to hell!", and dialed it.

The phone rang twice, and Suzuki Tomohito's voice came from the other end.

"Moshi moshi! This is Suzuki Tomohito!"

Koichi Yano gripped his phone tightly, his expression instantly contorting as if the phone held some irreconcilable grudge against him.

"Is it Yano-kun?"

The voice of Suzuki Tomohito, which he hated so much, came through the phone again.

To avoid arousing suspicion, Yano Koichi suppressed his anger and tried to speak in a calm tone:

"Suzuki-kun, I was a little worried about you staying at the medical school tonight, so I called to check on things... How are you all doing over there?"

"The professor and I were just a little frightened. Thank you for your concern, Yano-kun."

Koichi Yano forced himself to chat with Tomohito Suzuki for a couple of minutes before hanging up the phone.

Bah!

Yano Yuki slammed his phone to the floor in an instant, and began to curse furiously.

"Concerned?! I care when you're all going to die!! You bastards!"

"Yano-kun~~!"

Suddenly, a soft, ethereal female voice came from inside the room.

"Hi!!"

Koichi Yano jumped up like a clown whose secret had been discovered, his face turning deathly pale instantly.

But after waiting for a while, the room remained silent.

Koichi Yano scratched his head in confusion, wondering if he was hallucinating due to excessive stress.

After that incident, his anger subsided considerably, and he casually picked up his phone from the floor, only to find that the screen was cracked.

Yano Koichi's face immediately showed a hint of heartache.

"It's all that bastard Suzuki's fault!"

Koichi Yano casually cursed.

"Yano-kun~!"

At that moment, the unfamiliar female voice rang out again.

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Possessed by the God of Misfortune

"Hi!"

Yano Yuki answered instinctively, then suddenly woke up and looked around her room with a suspicious gaze.

His room layout was almost obvious: a bedroom, a bathroom, and nothing else.

There's simply no room to hide anyone in his room.

Where did this strange woman's voice come from?

The darkness intensified his fear, and Yano Yukiichi instinctively went to the wall to find the light switch.

Snapped!

There was absolutely no reaction.

He pressed it again, but there was still no response.

"Damn it, the power's out again in this godforsaken place!"

Yano Koichi couldn't help but curse.

"Yano-kun!"

The woman's voice rang out again, becoming clearer and clearer, as if it were right beside him.

As the sound began, the candlelight in the room started to flicker. The flickering light reflected off Yano Koichi's face, creating an eerie scene.

Koichi Yano's expression changed instantly. He subconsciously looked at the window, only to find it tightly shut.

"Yano-kun!!"

The unseen woman spoke again, her voice urgent, as if urging him on.

Large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. He huddled in the corner, looking around in terror.

"Yano-kun!!!"

The calls rang out again, this time growing more urgent.

"Hi! Hi! Hi!"

Koichi Yano replied in a state of collapse.

With his reply, the woman's calls ceased.

Koichi Yano's breathing became rapid, and his heart pounded as if it were about to jump out of his throat.

He nervously scanned his surroundings. In the dark, narrow room, behind the mirror, behind the television, inside the wardrobe... it was as if something might jump out from the corner at any moment.

He glanced at the ancient book he had thrown on the ground, then immediately looked away as if he had been electrocuted.

The candlelight flickered more and more frequently, and the room grew increasingly dim.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

There's a leak somewhere in the bathroom; I can hear a dripping sound.

The crisp sound of dripping water fell gently on Koichi Yano's heart.

Koichi Yano dared not stay in the room any longer, and he groped his way out along the wall.

Staggering, he finally arrived at the door. Yano Yuki grabbed the doorknob and quickly turned it.

The door opened!

The corridor was filled with the stench of decay and mildew, and the dim, flickering lights filled him with ecstasy.

He escaped!

Koichi Yano couldn't help but show an expression of relief, as if he had just survived a disaster.

"Yano-kun."

Koichi Yano's face instantly lost all color.

The woman's voice rang out again, and this time, it was right next to his ear.

The next second, a woman dressed in red, whose face was mostly covered by long black hair, suddenly appeared beside him, her eyes full of resentment staring at him through her hair.

"what!……"

Koichi Yano let out a scream, and then his voice stopped abruptly.

Twenty minutes later, a student returning late noticed that the door to room 414 was ajar. Worried about a thief or some other unexpected situation, he slowly pushed the door open and looked inside.

A strong, pungent smell of blood filled the air.

When he could see the scene inside the room by the light in the corridor, his stomach churned violently.

"vomit!!"

He vomited instantly...

When Xu Ming and Kato Megumi arrived at Yano Koichi's dormitory, number 14, they immediately found several police cars parked downstairs, and many college students watching with their mobile phones.

Xu Ming and Kato Megumi exchanged a glance and instantly sensed that something was wrong.

Xu Ming quickly grabbed a college student who was watching the commotion from the sidelines.