At this moment, I didn't care whether Zhou Xiaolong was sleepwalking or possessed by an evil spirit. My first priority was to save him.

I grabbed the yellow talisman, preparing to jump up.

Suddenly, in the reflection of the moonlight, I noticed a glimmer of cold light in Zhou Xiaolong's hand. He had a sharp nail in his hand, which seemed to appear out of nowhere.

I wanted to rush over to save him, but it was already too late. I watched in horror as Zhou Xiaolong thrust the nail into his own throat, piercing deeply.

I was shocked and couldn't help but yell out, "Zhou Xiaolong, what are you doing?"

Zhou Xiaolong seemed oblivious to my shout. He acted like a madman, not knowing what he was doing, mechanically repeating one action: pulling the nail out from his throat and harshly thrusting it back in!

My shout didn't wake Zhou Xiaolong, but it awakened the other people in the dormitory.

Everyone climbed out of bed, still groggy and unaware of what had happened.

Under the dim moonlight, Zhou Xiaolong held the nail and crazily stabbed his throat more than ten times. Blood sprayed onto the mirror, staining the sink and his clothes red.

The people in the dormitory finally regained their senses and cried out in fear, "Someone's dead - someone's dead!"

The cries shattered the tranquility of the campus, even waking up people in the neighboring dormitories.

Soon, the power in the dormitory building was turned on, and the lights in each room were illuminated.

A crowd gathered outside Room 104, packed tightly together, making it impossible for water to pass through.

When the dormitory supervisor and the instructor rushed into the dormitory, Zhou Xiaolong was already beyond saving.

The balcony was covered in splatters of blood, and the scene was horrifying.

Zhou Xiaolong's seven orifices were bleeding profusely, especially his throat, which had more than ten holes, like a punctured water pipe. Blood gushed out from the holes, splattering all over the place.

Zhou Xiaolong's right hand was covered in blood, tightly gripping the nail that had been stained red by blood.

What made it even more chilling was that as Zhou Xiaolong died, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, forming a creepy smile.

I was only wearing shorts, standing motionless in the dormitory, stunned.

I felt extremely guilty because I was the first to wake up and notice something was wrong with Zhou Xiaolong, but I didn't intervene immediately. I had intended to observe the situation first. I never expected that Zhou Xiaolong would suddenly turn against himself. The sudden turn of events caught me off guard, and when I finally decided to take action, it was already too late.

Although Zhou Xiaolong died by his own hand, I couldn't help but feel remorseful.

And Zhou Xiaolong's death confirmed one thing for me: the Ouija board behind this was playing with us!

The dormitory was filled with a strong smell of blood, causing Liu Jie and Huang Kun to bend over and vomit.

Zhou Xiaolong's gruesome death terrified Zhang Meng, who buried his head in his blanket and cried loudly.

The rest of us were also in a daze, standing in the dormitory like wooden logs, with dazed expressions and extremely pale faces.

Such a bloody scene would scare even adults, let alone us, a group of teenagers.

This bloody scene would become a lifelong nightmare, haunting us.

Although I wasn't particularly fond of Zhou Xiaolong, the "hero" of our group, he was still our dormitory mate. We had lived together day and night for so many days, and witnessing a vibrant person die in front of us was undoubtedly distressing.

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Apart from feeling distressed, we were filled with fear.

Zhou Xiaolong had died. Who would be next?

The school naturally found itself in a dilemma over this incident.

The police arrived at the scene swiftly and worked with the school to handle the matter.

Since we lived in the same dormitory as the deceased Zhou Xiaolong and were eyewitnesses, we spent the whole night giving statements to the police.

Based on their investigation of the crime scene and our testimonies, the police quickly concluded that Zhou Xiaolong died by ** ! The weapon was the nail in his hand. As for where the nail came from, no one knew.

Of course, no one knew why Zhou Xiaolong decided to take his own life.

The school analyzed that Zhou Xiaolong didn't want to study and wanted to explore the world instead. However, he was forcibly sent to school by his family, which generated strong resentment towards his studies, ultimately leading to suicidal thoughts and this tragic event.

Whether Zhou Xiaolong had a strong aversion to studying or not, it was still debatable. This was the school's official statement. However, all of us in Room 104 knew that Zhou Xiaolong's death was very suspicious, likely due to... the Ouija board!

But who would believe that Zhou Xiaolong was killed by an Ouija board?

Although someone mentioned playing with the Ouija board while giving testimony, the police didn't pay any attention to such supernatural claims.

After finishing our statements, when we returned to the dormitory, it was already noon of the next day. Everyone appeared exhausted, like soldiers who had lost a battle.

The school had imposed a gag order on Zhou Xiaolong's incident, forbidding anyone from mentioning it. If any staff members brought up the incident, they would be suspended and investigated. If students privately discussed the matter and were caught, they would be expelled.

The school's high-pressure policy made everyone afraid to touch upon the incident. Zhou Xiaolong's case was thus buried.

The campus fell silent like stagnant water, as if this incident had never happened.

No one dared to talk about the matter openly, but within Room 104, we still discussed it.

Zhou Xiaolong was dead, and his empty bed made us feel uncomfortable.

After this incident, Liu Jie, the good student, took the opportunity to request a room transfer from our dormitory through the class teacher.

With Liu Jie's excellent academic performance and the school investing heavily in him, the class teacher would definitely support his request.

Our dormitory, which originally housed eight people, suddenly had two less. It felt empty.

Although it was broad daylight outside with intense sunshine, there was always an indescribable chilliness lingering in the dormitory.

"You guys think the Ouija board is behind all this?" Fatso closed the dormitory door and was the first to speak.

Chen Feiyu's face turned pale as he said, "I think so! Zhou Xiaolong offended the Ouija board and immediately faced its retaliation!"

Huang Kun added, "Yeah, if it wasn't the Ouija board seeking revenge on him, how could he...how could he behave so strangely, using nails to...just thinking about it makes my heart tremble!"

Zhang Meng sobbed as he said, "Stop talking about it. It's too scary! We didn't offend the Ouija board, so it shouldn't cause trouble for us, right?"