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Chapter 180 Keep acting!
This was exactly the answer Lin Feng wanted.
"Are you sure?" he asked deliberately, taking a small step forward, instantly closing the distance between them.
Vivian could feel his warm breath brushing against her forehead, and his grip on her hand tightened.
"I..." She opened her mouth, then nodded vigorously as if she had made up her mind. "I'm sure. You should sleep here tonight; it's safer than going back to your dorm."
She paused, then added, "At least there aren't any of those annoying rules here."
Looking at her like this, Lin Feng gently rubbed his thumb on the back of her hand: "Okay, I'll listen to you then."
Vivian's eyes lit up instantly. She took Lin Feng's hand, turned around and walked to the bedside, and turned off the overhead light with a "snap".
The only light source was the small nightlight by the bedside, emitting a soft, dim yellow glow that barely outlined the room.
Vivian glanced at Lin Feng in the dim light, then climbed onto the bed first, lifted the covers, and crawled inside.
Lin Feng got into bed as well. As soon as he lay down, Vivian leaned over, turned to her side, pressed her face against his chest, and naturally wrapped her arms around his waist.
Lin Feng also reached out and hugged her tightly, gently resting his chin on the top of her head.
Vivian nestled against his chest, tilting her head slightly, and in the dim light, her gaze met Lin Feng's downcast eyes.
A hidden fire had been ignited in those eyes, which were originally gentle.
Vivian's fingertips gently caressed his chest, her voice slightly hoarse with a tentative question: "Want to...do it again?"
Lin Feng's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He raised his hand and stroked the back of her neck, sending his hot breath into her ear:
That's exactly what I was thinking.
The Dragon Kingdom's live stream went black again!
Then, the piano melody of "Canon" began to play again.
This time... it looped for a full two hours.
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Studio:
"Not again?! I've already opened my nutritional drink!"
"Good thing it was shut down! If it hadn't been, my dorm's data plan wouldn't have been able to keep up! [facepalm]"
"I declare that 'Canon' is the most erotic background music in this live stream, bar none!"
"It was ringing for an hour just now, and now it's been ringing for two hours. I'm impressed by Feng's battery life!"
"Any big-breasted bros out there who can just release an AI video version? I'll be the first to pay for it!"
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2:47 AM.
Vassim suddenly opened his eyes in his light sleep.
His long career as a criminal investigator has honed his vigilance—any unusual sound will pull him back from his rest.
His first glance was at Lin Feng's bed across from him.
empty.
The bed was neatly made, and the bedding showed no signs of having been touched, indicating that Lin Feng had not returned home all night.
Wasim's brow furrowed instantly, and deep frown lines appeared on his forehead.
He sat up silently and listened intently.
The sound came from outside the dormitory door.
A rhythmic, metallic scraping sound amplified the stillness of the night.
[Dormitory Rule 6: If you hear a regular, metallic dragging sound outside your door late at night, don't panic; it's just the night patrol officer on duty.]
However, if the sound stops at the dormitory door and begins to imitate the voice of any roommate while knocking, no matter how urgent the message, all members must remain absolutely silent until the sound completely disappears and then resumes.
Before Wasim could relax, the sound suddenly stopped at the dormitory door.
Immediately afterwards, an unnatural, intermittent inhalation sound seeped in from the crack in the door, sticky and sluggish, as if something was clumsily mimicking human breathing, but always got stuck at a certain point, making an uncomfortable swallowing sound.
Then, there was a knock on the door.
"Thump, thump, thump."
The voice suddenly changed to Lin Feng's voice on the third knock, though it was slightly hoarse:
"Wahim...it's me...open the door..."
Wasim's pupils suddenly contracted.
That voice... was indeed Lin Feng's voice, but if you listened carefully, you could detect a slightly unnatural smoothness.
"I just came back from Dr. Vivian's, and I didn't bring my keys."
The "Lin Feng" outside the door continued speaking, his tone tinged with frustration and exhaustion.
"It's freezing outside, Vassim, please open the door for me."
Wasim remained silent, holding his breath and staring intently at the thin door panel.
He recalled how Lin Feng had confidently assured him when they discussed dormitory rule number 6 before—
"If I come home in the middle of the night, I'll definitely use my key to open the door myself; I'd never put my brothers in a difficult position!"
Therefore, Wasim can almost certainly conclude that the person outside the door could not possibly be Lin Feng.
Besides, it's already this late.
Yi Linfeng, true to his nature, had already stayed overnight at Vivian's place.
How could he possibly abandon the comforts of prison and risk crossing the perilous prison courtyard to rush back to his dormitory?!
"Wahim? Are you asleep?" The voice outside the door rose slightly, tinged with uncertainty. "I know you're awake; I just heard you turn over."
Vassim silently twitched the corner of his mouth in the darkness.
Clumsy!
He simply pulled the blanket up and covered his ears with the pillow.
Receiving no response from outside the door, he switched to an almost complaining tone:
"Stop messing around, brother," the voice lowered, "I know you're wary, but you don't need to be this defensive, do you? We're comrades who've shed blood together!"
Vassim shook his head silently in the darkness.
At that moment, only a cold laugh rolled through his mind: If I agree to your demands today, I'll be your grandson!
"Do you know what's out there?" The voice outside the door suddenly lowered, even taking on a seductive tone. "On my way back, I snagged a bottle of vodka from Vivian. Let's down it together, you two!"
"Foolish!" Vassim thought to himself.
If it really were Lin Feng, he would never have used "vodka" to tempt her—
About 97% of Pakistan's population is Muslim, and Islamic doctrine explicitly prohibits Muslims from drinking alcohol.
This flaw made Wasim even more certain that the person outside the door was not Lin Feng.
Seeing that the offer of bribes was ineffective, the voice outside the door suddenly changed.
"Wahim... open the door quickly!" This time, Lin Feng's voice was filled with a clear urgency, and even revealed a kind of unsettling panic.
Accompanied by rapid pounding on the door, the words became even more horrifying:
"Something's coming—no! Don't come any closer! Help—Aaaaaah!!!"
Then came a piercing, distorted scream, as if the speaker was suffering extreme pain.
Then, the sound turned into the harsh scratching sound of fingernails scraping against the door panel, occasionally mixed with a sticky sound like flesh being torn or gnawed.
Finally, everything fell into complete silence with a sudden, abrupt sob.
Inside the door, the only response to the deathly silence was Vassim's gradually rising, steady, and drawn-out snoring.
Time ticked by in the tense darkness.
After an unknown amount of time, the entity outside the door seemed to finally confirm the failure of the performance.
The rhythmic, metallic dragging sound rang out again, before finally fading completely into the depths of the corridor.
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Studio:
"Wahim is amazing! I'm completely blown away by his mental fortitude!"
"That scream just now sent chills down my spine even through the screen, and he can still sleep and snore?!"
"Steady as a rock, no wonder he's a criminal investigator."
"If it were me, that wave would have definitely been shipped!"
"The person outside the door: I've been acting so hard, why don't you give me some reaction?!"
"Strange: A career Waterloo, and then he met someone who doesn't care about family or friends."
"Hahahaha, the eerie atmosphere outside is terrible. I've been howling for over an hour for nothing."
"On the Actor's Self-Cultivation" vs. "On the Immovability of the Audience".