Zhao Yuan immediately turned around and headed for the dissection building.
Ten minutes later, he arrived at the dissection building.
It was now a little past one in the morning. The campus was silent, and it was even less likely for anyone to be passing by the dissection building.
The pitch-black night, the dim yellow streetlights, the bamboo grove swaying in the wind, and the Soviet-style dissection building from the last century... All these elements combined to create a deeply unsettling atmosphere. Even Zhao Yuan, who had been to the dissection building countless times, couldn't help but shiver.
After looking around, Zhao Yuan couldn't help but remark, "Jeez, no wonder the dissection building is listed as one of the ten most likely places for supernatural events to occur in University City. Forget everything else—just the way it looks in the dead of night, it really seems like a haunted house!"
