Chapter 212 — Ghosts Knocking at the Window at Midnight
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"Wha—?!" Gu Mengyao was stunned. She had never imagined that in the few seconds it took her to answer the phone and speak, Shen Yushu could have tipped off Wei Zhao first... That little sneak! So the whole scene from before had been a performance the two of them put on together? At the thought, Gu Mengyao glared furiously at Shen Yushu. "Xiaoshu!"
"Oh... I've already confessed my mistake, so don't be angry, Yaoyao!" Startled, Shen Yushu bolted into her room.
Gu Mengyao was caught between laughter and tears, but she said nothing more. In truth, this outcome was already quite perfect, wasn't it? They really had gone a bit too far with today's games...
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That night, Zhong Yongliang sat upstairs in the second-floor room of his own villa, staring intently at a horror film playing on his computer. As it happened, Zhong Yongliang was actually a very timid person. He had still wet the bed at eight, still been too scared to sleep alone at ten, and at twelve still dared not go out by himself after dark...
That hardly fit the domineering image he had always cultivated at school, so Zhong Yongliang had hit upon a brilliant trick: whenever the night grew still and silent, he would shut himself alone in his room and watch horror films...
At first he had been scared witless, but by now he had slowly trained up a bit of courage—at the very least, he dared sleep on his own and walk outside at night.
Even so, when watching horror films Zhong Yongliang was still somewhat afraid, and dared not turn off the lights. He had to have the room blazing bright before he could manage... Tonight's film was about a child living alone in a villa who, every midnight, heard knocking at the window.
Why did it have to be so scary? Zhong Yongliang shivered... His parents were both away tonight. Surely nothing would knock on his own window, would it?
Just as Zhong Yongliang was watching the film with total concentration, a dark figure suddenly leapt up onto the ledge outside his window...
"Knock, knock, knock... knock, knock, knock..." Several taps against the glass...
"Aah—" Zhong Yongliang let out a miserable shriek and promptly wet himself... collapsing onto the floor on his backside. "Who is it? Who? Who's there?"
"Knock, knock, knock... knock, knock, knock..." More taps against the glass...
Zhong Yongliang was frightened, but he forced himself to look toward the window... Surely he couldn't be that unlucky? He watched one movie, and it summoned something that shouldn't be summoned?
"Huh?" When Zhong Yongliang made out the face outside the window, he breathed a sigh of relief—and then felt a little puzzled. What was *he* doing here? Forgetting the foul stench of his trousers, Zhong Yongliang hurried to the windowsill and pulled the window open. "Brother Black Panther, what are you doing here?"
The visitor was none other than Brother Black Panther, who had escaped from the police car that very day. Under cover of darkness, he had crept to Zhong Yongliang's room to get himself a little getaway money and to discuss plans for revenge.
"Young Master Zhong, on the way to the detention center today, I put a few of them down and broke out of the police car!" Black Panther vaulted into the room, his agility so startling that Zhong Yongliang clicked his tongue in amazement.
"Brother Black Panther... how did you get up here?" Zhong Yongliang knew the structure of his own villa well enough. The outside was covered in smooth mosaic tile, without a single crack to set foot on—climbing up was absolutely impossible, and leaping up even more so! It was nearly ten meters high. That was no joke.
"I jumped up," Black Panther said flatly. "Young Master Zhong, I am no longer the Black Panther I once was. I now possess the strength of the peak of the late Yellow Rank!"
"Peak of the late Yellow Rank? What kind of strength is that?" Zhong Yongliang was not very clear on the martial world's ranking of strength.