Ning Shu and Mei Ziqing were the only calm people in the room. The other girls were hugging each other. They were scared out of their wits.
Ning Shu took out a notebook and pen from her bag that was next to the bed.
She recorded the deceased’s condition, name, and symptoms of death. She then looked for any clues.
Ning Shu observed carefully. She found a name inscribed on the brush, ‘Pan Chen’.
Pan Chen was a boy from the traditional painting club.
Did he enter the girls’ room? How did he get in? The door was locked and it couldn’t be opened from the outside. Or could it be there was an accomplice inside the room?\n
Moreover, how could the victim not struggle when the brush was inserted into her eyeball? The sheets weren’t even messy. Though there was a possibility that someone had tidied them up afterwards.
Still, not a sound was heard. There were six girls in this room and none of them heard a sound.
Did they really sleep that well?
Ning Shu sniffed. Was there some kind of incense lit in this room?
Or maybe they had been drugged.
Mei Ziqing shook her head at Ning Shu.
Loud knocking came from the door.
“What’s going on? Open the door.” Noisy voices came from outside the door.\nWhen Mei Ziqing was about to open the door, Ning Shu hastily said, “Wait a minute, I haven’t put on my pants yet.”
Mei Ziqing opened the door and a swarm of young students poured in. When they saw the girl killed by the brush, their faces went pale with fright. All the girls started screaming at this sight.
A handsome boy stood at the front of the swarm. When he saw the situation, he was scared but remained much calmer than the others.
He was the club president, Fan Junyang. It was his idea to come here to gather cultural material.
Over thirty people were gathered in this room, but the area near the bed was completely empty. No one dared to go near the dead body.
The uncle in the black windbreaker walked over to the corpse. He put on his medical gloves and pulled out the brush from the eyeball.
\nHe didn’t even dare to look at the body on the bed.
The uncle said bluntly, “Carry the body downstairs.”
As soon as the uncle said that, everyone scrambled out of the room.
“Move it,” said the uncle to Ning Shu who was also getting ready to run.
“→_→ I’m a girl. I can’t move it,” Ning Shu said.
The uncle took off his blood-stained gloves, threw them out of the window, and turned to leave the room.
Why was it always her who got hurt?