novelTele Chapter 602 Opening a coffee shop in the Anning Quadrant?!
Chapter 602 Opening a coffee shop in the Anning Quadrant?!
The touch was like that of a dead fish, stiff and sticky, clinging tightly to his skin.
Fear poured over him like ice water, instantly shattering his carefully maintained rationality.
Nikolai suddenly opened his eyes!
Deep inside the cabinet, a dark, twisted monster was coiled, its outline blurred like melted asphalt, with only a lamp above its head.
The pale light flickered, like the beating of a dying heart, casting intermittent light and shadow on that faceless one.
The next second, the strange hand that was attached to the back of his hand suddenly exerted force, its five fingers clamping tightly like iron clamps, and its brute force pulled him forward violently.
Before Nikolai could make a sound, he was dragged into the narrow cabinet door as if caught in a whirlpool.
The cabinet door slammed shut with a loud bang, completely shutting out all the light.
A piercing scream immediately erupted from the sealed cabinet, sending chills down one's spine.
The agonizing screams didn't last long before gradually fading away.
Santos, who was hiding under the covers the whole time, heard everything clearly.
He clutched his head tightly, his teeth chattering wildly, his whole body trembling violently, cold sweat soaking through his clothes, and he was on the verge of collapse.
He dared not open his eyes, dared not peek out, and could only frantically count the numbers in his mind, forcing himself to calm down again and again.
One, two, three... two hundred and ninety-eight, two hundred and ninety-nine, three hundred.
All three hundred numbers were counted.
Santos trembled and very slowly lifted a corner of the tightly covered blanket, cautiously peering outside.
My gaze pierced through the gap and landed on the wardrobe.
The cabinet door remained wide open, and a cold, white light flickered softly inside.
[Rule 3: ...If the cabinet door remains open, keep your head covered until dawn.]
Santos hurriedly pulled the blanket tighter, covered his head with it, curled up, and trembled.
But he didn't know that Lin Feng had already seen through the trap of the rules.
To stay up all night with your head covered is a dead end.
The dormitory was deathly silent for only a few dozen seconds before a series of light, dragging footsteps drifted out from the direction of the wardrobe, slowly approaching Santos's bed.
Santos, lying in bed, was frozen stiff, his chest feeling so tight it felt like it was about to explode.
He wrapped himself tightly in the blankets, but the biting cold still seeped in through the gaps.
As a physical education teacher, Santos doesn't usually believe in gods or Buddhas, but at this moment he was so flustered that he clutched the corner of the blanket and prayed for protection in his heart over and over again.
Before the prayer was even finished in his mind, he suddenly felt a cold touch beside him.
The edge of the bed suddenly sank down.
Something sat down next to him.
The sound of tiny, sticky liquid dripping onto the sheets, drip-drop, drip-drop, could be heard clearly through the thin blanket.
Santos couldn't imagine what was happening outside. His mind kept replaying the twisted, asphalt-like black shadow in the cabinet and the flickering, cold white lamp that seemed to be beating like a dying heartbeat.
The next moment, a corner of the thin blanket was slowly torn open by a cold, brute force.
Santos desperately tried to tighten his arms to cover himself, but the force was something no ordinary person could withstand.
A faint, cold light peeked through the crack, coming from the eerie lamp in the wardrobe. The dim light cast a shadow of a black, melting body slowly approaching him.
A long, thin, deformed hand covered in wet, sticky fluid reached into the blankets, its cold, sticky touch gripping his wrist tightly.
Santos could no longer suppress it, and soft sobs escaped his throat. He tried desperately to curl up and back away, but the bed was too small, and there was nowhere to escape.
The dark figure slowly bent down, its featureless, pitch-black outline close to his face. The small lamp above his head flickered, casting distorted and chaotic light and shadow around him.
Before Santos could let out a full scream, several tentacles, flowing like soft asphalt, frantically burrowed into his mouth, nose, and ear canals.
Excruciating pain and suffocation instantly swept over his entire body; his limbs convulsed wildly, and he kicked the mattress violently with both feet.
But those pitch-black tentacles kept burrowing into his body, and it felt as if countless living things were moving and expanding under his skin, stretching his skin high and then slowly collapsing.
In just a few seconds, the violent struggle abruptly stopped, and the limbs fell limply to the ground.
The dark shadow that had been hovering by the bed slowly retracted its tentacles, and Santos's body visibly shrank, his flesh clinging tightly to his bones, like an empty shell that had been drained of all its blood and flesh.
The dark figure slowly got up and dragged its body, which was dripping with "asphalt," back to the wardrobe.
The cabinet door closed, and Dormitory No. 9 fell into complete silence.
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The next morning at breakfast, Lin Feng, Wasim, and Evelyn met in the cafeteria.
Wasim sat down with his tray and his first question was, "Brother, when are you going back to the Tranquil Quadrant?"
Lin Feng picked up a piece of food and casually replied, "Around noon, I have some things to take care of before I leave."
He looked up at the two of them and added sincerely, "You two should come with me too."
Wasim waved his hand and chuckled, "No, no, my old mother will worry if I don't go back soon!"
Evelyn nodded in agreement, "If we don't go back to report after clearing two dungeons in a row, it'll be hard to explain to the strategy team."
As she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered the embarrassing scene when she was disguised as Su Wan in the Anning Quadrant and Lin Feng patted her buttocks. Her ears turned red uncontrollably.
Lin Feng didn't insist and nodded, "Okay, let's get together again next time."
After finishing their meal, Lin Feng followed Su Wan and her group to room 312 of the administration building.
As soon as the door closed, Lin Feng took out a stack of envelopes from his spatial storage and handed them out one by one according to the names on the envelopes.
Twenty thousand yuan each, a thick stack, heavy in the hand.
The moment Xiao Ren took it, her eyes reddened, and her lips trembled for a long time before she managed to utter a single sentence:
"I...I never imagined I'd one day become a millionaire!"
A-Que clutched the envelope tightly:
"If I send this money home, my parents definitely won't keep pressuring me to go back and raise pigs!"
Ah Ying shoved the envelope into her bag and smiled, her eyes narrowing.
"Now I can take a trip whenever I want."
Old Zhou put the envelope into his pocket and patted it:
"Save it up, for our son to use when he gets married."
Xiaolin held the envelope by the edge and shook it:
"I plan to invest some in 'Yuanjin'. Last month, Futong opened at only 80, but this week it has already broken 100."
After everyone had calmed down a bit, Su Wan looked around and said:
"I've mentioned before that it's time to reveal the full details of the plan that can double everyone's salary."
Everyone fell silent and turned to look at her.
"I plan to rent a shop in the Anning Quadrant and open a coffee shop, mainly selling coconut lattes."
Aying, Aque, and Xiaoren cheered on the spot.
Old Zhou frowned: "The Anning Quadrant? Su Ke, are you sure you're not mistaken? Land there is more expensive than gold."
"If you open a shop in an unfamiliar place, nine times out of ten you'll lose everything."
Xiao Lin, standing next to her, nodded in agreement: "Yeah, Sister Wan, the cost of living there is notoriously high. If we open a shop there, we'll probably lose everything."
Su Wan smiled gently and raised her hand to brush a stray hair behind her ear: "Actually, my home is in the Anning quadrant."