Lin Chaoyan stayed up until 4 a. M. Playing games and slept until 6:30 p. M. He just woke up and looked at the time and started to scroll through videos. Just as he was getting excited, his good friends came to harass him. "Pan Zi: Brother Lin, we are waiting for you at the Xiyangyang Internet Cafe." He glanced at it and returned to "I'm sticky on the bed. I can't get up. Get out." Then he continued to scroll through his videos. He looked at the girl on the screen dancing with gestures and smiling sweetly. The other party was very dissatisfied with the message he responded to. "No, Brother Lin, come quickly. I also called a few buddies. I will reserve the place and entertain you with delicious food and drinks." Lin Chaoyan didn't want to talk to him, but he couldn't let go of the opportunity of free prostitution. His good friend's name is Pan Xiaodong, a second-generation rich man who spends a lot of money. They were classmates in high school and went to S University together. However, Lin Chaoyan was a top student who broke through the college entrance examination, while Pan Xiaodong was a strong sports student and a rich second-generation student.
He got up, lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He was sleeping on the upper bunk, and his mind was not very clear. He leaned against the ladder and got out of bed. As soon as he put his left foot on the middle step, his vision suddenly blurred, and then he couldn't hold the escalator firmly. Bang, he hit the ground on his face. Perhaps the pain made him regain some consciousness. He heard his roommate yelling in horror, "What's going on?" And then he lost consciousness again.
There was a crashing sound, and when he woke up again, he opened his eyes and looked at the sky, his mind went blank, and then three questions appeared in his mind: "Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?" After a while, he felt that his body was unusually heavy, and it turned out that something was pressing on him. As soon as he pushed the thing away and sat up, he suddenly lost his composure. What he pushed away was a cold corpse, covered in blood and flesh. He looked around - corpses were everywhere. He had just woken up and was being pressed down by a heavy object. When he sat up, the strong smell of blood flooded into his heart. He felt like vomiting. Then he fell down again and said, "This is a dream."
At this time, a man with waist-length hair stood at the end of the group of corpses and shouted, "Hey, get up if you're still alive."
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