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Chapter 947 Thank you for the generous reward from "Only Do Math Homework"

What on earth is that? Is it a giant, lively disco ball? Or a huge honeycomb stuffed with flashlights?

Moreover, since its light can pass through the stairwell and into the corridor, it means that it is very close, without any twists and turns, and its position is directly facing this floor.

The fat man could no longer consider whether to use the light ball or the beehive; he knew that if he didn't run now, he would probably be riddled with bullets in a moment.

Being fat is a matter of life and death! Being fat is a matter of life and death!
He didn't care about anything else and turned to run in the opposite direction from which the light was coming.

Fortunately, he had been to school and lived in a dormitory before, so he knew that there would be stairs at both ends of the corridor in such student dormitory buildings. Since there was a ghost on this side of the stairs, he could just run to the stairs at the other end to escape.

But after the fat man turned around and ran a few steps, he realized that something was wrong.

How could he still see that lively light even after he turned and ran away? He looked closely and realized that the same light was also being projected from the stairwell in the direction he was running.

There are light bulbs on both sides of the staircase!

The fat man was stunned and stopped in his tracks.

This is a pincer attack, and he's the unlucky guy caught in the middle.

If you want to escape now, the only way is to dig a hole in the middle of this corridor and crawl out.

But the fat man didn't have that skill, and at this moment he even missed the reward he got in the first dungeon—the groundhog.

Even if the groundhog can't break through the cold cement ground in front of it, it's still a good match for its profession.

Unlike him, who was just an incompetent, weak, but gluttonous fat man.

Just when the fat man was at his wit's end, a discordant voice suddenly rang out.

"Squeak-"

Like the sound of a door opening.

The fat man then remembered that there were dormitories on both sides of him, so he could hide inside if necessary.

But now the initiative is not in his hands.

The fat man heard a door open, but there were too many doors in the corridor for him to tell which one it was. As he turned his head to see where the sound was coming from, he was suddenly pulled backward by a strong force.

His back slammed into the wall first, then his head was also injured. Then there was a dizzying sensation, and the fat man felt himself being pulled a distance, as if he had been pulled into some kind of place.

Then, with a loud "bang," he understood what it meant: someone had pulled him into the house from behind and slammed the door shut.

The fat man tried to turn his head back, to see what was pulling him. However, his body was already round, and his neck was especially plump, making it a bit difficult to turn his head.

Before he could finish turning his head, he felt his hind leg hit something and had to sit down with a thud.

The fat man braced himself for his bottom to hit the ground as he sat down, but the expected pain didn't come. His bottom was caught halfway down by something.

bed?
If this is a dormitory, then it's not surprising that there's a bed.

The fat man braced himself on both sides of his buttocks and pulled out something like a bed sheet, but it was covered in dust.

I was pushed onto the bed.

Someone's trying to rape me! The fat man had this thought.

Before he could indulge in his narcissism for long, he was pushed all over the bed, dust from the sheets flying up and making him cough.

At the same time, the fat man tried to look up in the direction from which the force came, wanting to see clearly what had brought him in.

But it was too dark here. There were two windows that let in light in the outside corridor, but there was almost no light here, and it was even darker than outside.

The fat man could only see a vague outline in the darkness in front of him, and it was this outline that had dragged him here. Soon, the outline disappeared as well—a blanket was pulled over his head. The blanket was naturally covered in dust, and the fat man inhaled it several times without warning, feeling extremely choked by the dust. It felt as if countless insects were crawling in his throat and nasal cavity.

"Don't make a sound."

Through the blanket, the fat man heard a hoarse, indistinct voice, which was coming from the "outline" from earlier.

Then came several heavy creaks, like the noise of iron frames rubbing together.

The fat man recognized the voice.

Back when I was in school and lived in the dormitory, the beds were bunk beds made of iron frames. Fatty had always been rather plump since he was a child, and for the safety of his roommates, he would always wisely choose the lower bunk whenever he was assigned a bed.

Because the dormitory beds were a bit old and in disrepair, Fatty would hear creaking sounds every time his roommate on the top bunk climbed onto the bed using the metal frame.

Just like what he's hearing now.

That person inexplicably climbed up to his bunk?

The fat man didn't quite understand what was going on, but he wisely kept quiet. He could hear the thumping sounds in the corridor getting very close, and he was certain that the two things making the noise had arrived on this floor and were getting closer and closer to them.

He lifted the blanket slightly, revealing half his face, and looked around the dark room. By then, his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and he could see more of the room.

This is a dormitory room of about ten square meters. There are four bunk beds in the four corners of the room, two near the window and two near the dormitory door. The bed he is on is near the dormitory door.

The curtains were drawn, with only a small gap in the middle revealing the dark night sky outside.

But what's happening outside the window right now is not important.

An even more urgent situation is outside the door.

The light squeezed in through the crack in the door, still lively and bounding, getting closer and closer.

Knowing he had no way to fight the ghost, the fat man had no choice but to adopt an avoidance strategy. He reached out and pulled the blanket back over his head, leaving only his thieving eyes peeking at the doorway.

The door didn't like being stared at, so it moved to a different position.

Just as the fat man was wondering if he was seeing things, he noticed that the width of the light coming through the side door gap had increased from a thin line to half a palm's width.

The door is opened!
A head peeked in.

Holy crap! I didn't expect things to come from outside to arrive so quickly. The fat guy immediately covered his head completely, shutting himself off from the outside world.

In horror movies, characters often hide under the covers when they encounter ghosts, as it is a safe haven and a refuge.

But the fat man's harbor is leaky.

This is an old, dilapidated room that has been around for who knows how many years. The quilt inside is naturally tattered and worn out. In some places, the cotton is lumped together and has become so dense that it is completely hollowed out, leaving only two thin layers of cotton.

Inside, you can see the outside light through two layers of skin—there was no light outside originally, but the door opened, and the light from the disco ball shone in from the corridor.

The fat man still doesn't understand what the glowing thing outside is, and can only assume it's a disco ball.

He could see the light still flickering through a few thin patches of skin, and at the same time, he could smell a stench that seemed to hit him right in the head.

It's the smell of a corpse.

It's the smell coming from the thing that's been opened.

"Boom, boom—"

The heavy footsteps they had heard earlier sounded again, and the thing at the door moved, walking step by step into the house.

Thank you so much for the generous reward from the person who only does math homework! (′‵)I L
Haha, my little Gugu has reappeared! (Gugu's ramblings)