Chapter 1806: Chapter 1781: Vulgar Fear (14)

It’s evident.

With a slight nod, as a professional, Fu Qian undoubtedly had an authoritative say regarding the door lock.

With just a glance, he confirmed that Eva was telling the truth.

As previously commented, this building had seen some years, and this door served as an excellent piece of evidence.

A quite old-fashioned metal partition door, though not overly corroded, the entire piece had turned iron black with the passage of time.

The marks on the ground also indicated that it hadn’t been moved for a very long time.

Including the lock on the door, a more vivid description would be that the first reaction upon seeing it would be wondering if the key could still be found.

Of course, this didn’t affect the current momentum; this dilapidated lock firmly barricaded the way ahead.

[Is there another way out?]

Admittedly, such a lock structure might be somewhat rare, but for Fu Qian, it was merely a matter of spending a few extra seconds recalling.

But this time, he didn’t rush to show off his skills, regardless of whether or not under the eager anticipation of a young woman.

Of course, Fu Qian had no interest in pretending to be surprised and naturally took the pen from her hand.

Given that his palm was already full of writing, this time he wrote directly on the back of his hand.

[There is]

It was clear she was slightly disappointed, but Eva quickly realized this was her territory. She quickly nodded, glanced back, turned around, and left, signaling Fu Qian to follow.

Of course, for Fu Qian, even this sense of disappointment was already somewhat special.

In theory, he and this person shouldn’t have much interaction; even if it is the weekend after the party, the probability is it was just that one encounter.

Why does it always feel like she has some inexplicable confidence in him?

Was it because at the end of the party, he had an astonishing performance?

Unfortunately, the experiences he’s going through are disparate, without a seamless transition of cause and effect.

Considering the urgency of the situation and the inconvenience of communication, he seemed to have no chance to confirm with Eva.

...

It was apparent that Eva had quite some dance skills.

Outside, there were no traces of snow, implying that the chill of that party night hadn’t accumulated.

But even so, within the early winter climate, the terrazzo floor underfoot remained cold and biting.

And although her socks were much thinner compared to his, Eva still walked rhythmically, unhurriedly on them.

After finding the way blocked, she turned back, presumably to minimize noise as much as possible, even abandoned using the elevator again.

Together, they made several twists and turns until Fu Qian pushed open an ajar door, revealing a dark staircase ahead.

Needless to say, the building’s layout was somewhat special; from the outside, it was hard to imagine that this spot would be an emergency exit.

Considering that there were not even any windows to look up at, the stairwell’s lighting was dramatically dim, so much so that one had to be cautious of tripping without a light.

And it was very clear that Eva did not plan to switch on the light, even though Fu Qian also saw the black switch.

Yet the question remains—

[Why not just climb out of the window?]

When Eva carefully closed the door and gestured for him to continue following her, Fu Qian hesitated rather than quickly move, and pointed to the pen in her hand.

Once she handed it over, keeping the lighting issues in mind, Fu Qian even wrote directly on the high-contrast surface of the jacket this time.

This was what he wanted to ask earlier.

Although the building is quite old-fashioned, and the windows are high and small, they’re not sealed shut, after all.

With their body types, all they needed was something to step on, and climbing out wouldn’t be an issue.

Yet, in this survival sketch, it seemed Eva completely forgot about this option.

[No, we can’t go through the window]

As it turned out, it wasn’t about intentionally increasing the difficulty; there was indeed a backstory.

At that moment, Eva was visibly agitated, snatching the pen with such force that it seemed she might pierce the jacket.

...

Oh?

Without deliberately taking the pen back to express his feelings, Fu Qian just blinked.

[Anyone not leaving here through the proper channels will die]

Sure enough, without needing further prompting, Eva quickly wrote that down.

And what kind of campus rule is this?

Although Eva held her breath and wrote those words with a seriousness mixed with fear, Fu Qian still frowned at its bizarre narrative style.

No going through windows, or any other non-normal means, or you will die after leaving?

Your school must have some excellent discipline then?

Though it’s easy to imagine the many unreasonable aspects within, the somewhat agitated Eva seemed to have lost the patience to further explain.

After nodding forcefully, she took the lead up the stairs.

Considering the space would likely echo, Eva even specifically instructed Fu Qian not to touch the handrail, probably concerned about some parts’ quality issues.

Seeing as that was the case, Fu Qian didn’t press the matter and just followed behind.

The relief was that afterward, there were no further antics like an "endless staircase" or "can’t look back" taboo, and soon, they reached the second floor.

This level’s layout actually had some differences compared to the floor below.

Still led by Eva who walked briskly past a few doors, they finally arrived at a similar corridor.

Looking outside through the window beside them, dusk was nearly at its end, and visibility below the window was rapidly declining.

The good news was that even under such circumstances, it wasn’t hard to spot that the iron door sectioning off the corridor was not closed.

Going around from here seemed feasible.

[Don’t count the door numbers]

[If you hear the sound of a piano, don’t follow the rhythm with your steps]

However, Eva was still far from letting her guard down, nor did she rush forward. Instead, she held onto Fu Qian again to relay two taboos.

Though sounding increasingly abstract, in the face of such good intentions, Fu Qian didn’t immediately voice his doubts but nodded to indicate understanding.

As long as conditions allowed, he was entirely fine with having a professional handle it while he took a backseat.

...

During their walk through the corridor, Eva’s body was noticeably tense.

Avoiding side glances, her body maintained a steady center of gravity, readily preparing to adjust her steps.

Unfortunately, until they passed the iron door and advanced to the corner, Fu Qian still didn’t hear any piano notes, but—

Upon rounding the corner, Fu Qian quickly pulled Eva back, and in her astonishment, he gestured for her to do as he did, facing the corner of the wall and looking back at the path they’d come from.

In the distance along the corridor, a human-like shadow moved; at that moment, as if sensing something, it swiftly dashed into one of the rooms.

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