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"What happened to him?" Yan Qing asked, curiosity bubbling within her as she pressed for answers.
Another person clenched their fists tightly, anger radiating from them. "He’s a murderer! We saw him kill!"
Murderer? Yan Qing and Tan Ming exchanged a shocked glance, disbelief etched across their faces.
Without a moment's hesitation, they dashed out like the wind, pursuing the fleeing figure. Tan Ming glanced back at the entrance, his brow furrowed in concern.
Outside, a wide main road led to Fountain Square; running out would make their target too obvious and easy to spot. If Huang had any sense, he wouldn’t run out there. If he didn’t run out, he was still in this building.
Tan Ming looked up, his gaze locking onto the surveillance camera mounted in the corner. "You stay here and keep watch. I’ll check the monitoring room!" he declared decisively.
"Okay," Yan Qing replied promptly.
The monitoring room was located on the first floor, at the end of a long corridor.
As Tan Ming entered the room, he found an old computer desk with a large monitor facing him. Only three or four small screens displayed footage; the rest were shrouded in darkness.
He quickly sat down at the desk and began typing on the keyboard with practiced ease, pulling up the surveillance footage.
Before long, he located a clip from ten minutes ago.
In the corridor of the building, Huang wandered alone. His hands were shoved into his pockets as he hummed an off-key tune.
Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the silence. Huang froze, his body jolting as he turned his head back and forth twice, searching for the source of the sound before finally zeroing in on a classroom.
Tan Ming switched to the classroom's surveillance feed.
Inside the classroom, three or four people formed a tight circle, their expressions tense and anxious.
In the center lay a person on the ground, one leg mangled and bloodied as if it had been viciously bitten off by something monstrous. The pain drove him to scream hoarsely, his cries echoing painfully in Tan Ming's ears.
Blood flowed like a torrent, pooling on the floor into a shocking puddle that was hard to look at.
The others stood helplessly nearby, frantic and panicked but unsure of what to do next.
Huang hurried into the classroom, and when he saw the large pool of blood on the floor, his brows furrowed tightly, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face.
He gritted his teeth and approached the injured student, slowly crouching down. Due to the angle of the surveillance camera, which was aimed at Huang's back, Tan Ming couldn't see exactly what Huang was doing.
Huang's body blocked the view of the injured student. After a moment, when he stood up again, the student had already lost their breath, a knife embedded in their abdomen.
As Huang turned around, his expression was surprisingly relaxed; he even let out a soft sigh of relief.
It wasn't until another student noticed that the person was lifeless that rage ignited instantly within him. Like a furious lion, he grabbed Huang by the collar and slammed him hard against the wall, his eyes wide with fury as he shouted hoarsely, "He’s dead! You killed him!"
What’s the rush? Huang thought dismissively.
But after a few minutes of arguing and confirming that the student was indeed dead, Huang's previously relaxed demeanor gradually solidified, as if someone had pressed the pause button on him.
His eyes widened in disbelief. He struggled to break free from the grip and stumbled over to where the deceased student lay. Trembling, he reached out a hand, disbelievingly placing his fingers on the student's nose, only to feel no breath at all.
His expression froze as his body leaned back, and he sat down heavily on the ground. How could this be possible?
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