Is the Teacher Out of Their Mind

Tu Shan looked at the new message on his phone and smiled.

Zhu Zeyu and his group were indeed not simple—they had more brains than the people here with him.

They had managed to dig up information about the floor command in less than five minutes.

He wondered what channels they had access to…

Tu Shan rubbed the edge of his phone, leaned against the doorframe, and took a deep breath.

A faint scent of blood was mixed with a subtle, pleasant fragrance of osmanthus, but when he sniffed harder, it disappeared.

“Damn, am I imagining things?”

Tu Shan stuck his head out to look down the hallway.

At some point, a thin layer of mist had spread through the corridor, blurring the pale white light spilling out from the dorm room.

He heard the rustling sound of fabric dragging across the floor—soft, shallow, yet carrying a thick, heavy texture.

It sounded like someone wrapped in a heavy blanket was slowly making their way toward them.

“Boss, close the door,” the bespectacled guy said hoarsely, his legs already starting to tremble.

“Don’t look anymore. We’re about to leave anyway—better to avoid trouble.”

Tu Shan shot him a glance, but still chose to retreat inside, slamming the door shut and locking it.

It was definitely off. That was likely a horror creature.

Tu Shan recalled the bone-piercing chill from the corridor.

This horror creature was higher-ranked than him—he could sense it.

Was it here for him? To talk to him?

Unfortunately, he had to deal with Zhu Zeyu first.

“Boss?” The bespectacled man ventured to ask again. “Uh, about the password?”

“I know,” Tu Shan said, forcing a faint smile.

“Cool as ice, soaring heart.”

He had prepared to be teleported alone first, but then the entire dorm room began to shake violently. Even a head casually tossed under one of the beds started rolling around with a dull thud.

“What the hell?!”

“What’s happening?”

The bed frames creaked and groaned, and the people on the beds stumbled and scrambled in chaos as the room lurched.

Then, a female voice suddenly echoed in everyone’s minds through an announcement, carrying an unusually cheerful tone.

“Hello, players of Dorm 106.”

Tu Shan cursed loudly amid the noise.

“What the hell is this? I’m the only one who said the password!”

The female voice let out a soft chuckle.

“Dorm 106 is a special room unit,” she said, her tone rising and falling like birdsong at dawn. “Students, you must move along with the room.”

“Additionally, due to the room’s special nature, the horror creature on this floor will also relocate with you to the designated floor.”

“Enjoy your trip!”

—

Downstairs.

A rumbling noise came from both the floor and the walls simultaneously, and Dorm 303 started moving like a car suddenly revving its engine.

Zhu Yan spilled the glucose water in his hand all over himself, and the inertia slammed him into the opposite bed frame, making his shoulder blade ache fiercely.

“Our floor is changing too?!” Qin Yang asked in panic.

The movement stopped in just a few seconds.

Yang Zhanbai got up from the floor, rubbing his elbow.

“That doesn’t seem right,” he said. “Floor changes go up or down—this felt more like making room for Dorm 106, just a side-to-side shift.”

Zhu Yan moved his still-throbbing shoulder and went over to look at the surveillance mirror hanging behind the door.

Their hidden camera was installed on the upper half of the door, angled toward the corridor, so it could see the opposite side of the hallway.

“It’s changed. The room across was empty before—now there are several new rooms.”

Qi Yinming pointed to a corner of the mirror’s reflection.

“Look here—106.”

Zhu Yan saw it.

Across the hallway, there were two dorm rooms both on the third floor, plus one classroom with its curtains drawn, whose occupancy was unclear.

The corner Qi Yinming pointed to showed Dorm 106, less than ten meters away from their own 303.

About a few seconds later, a thin layer of mist crept through the corridor. The ceiling lights flickered erratically, and the crackle of electricity struggled through the door into everyone’s ears.

No one spoke. They just exchanged knowing glances, tension clear on each face.

“This isn’t normal…” Qi Yinming murmured softly.

Swish, swish.

A faint, heavy sound arose.

Dorm 303’s door had decent soundproofing, so Zhu Yan could still hear it, but it felt muffled, like it was coming through thick glass.

Swish, swish.

It sounded like someone dragging a blanket along the ground.

Their gait was probably stiff, Zhu Yan guessed.

Because there was a subtle pause between each sound, as though the person needed to stop and catch their breath after every step.

Swish, swish…

Still, no one spoke. The sound of fabric dragging was getting closer.

Several pairs of eyes were fixed on the mirror. After about five seconds, something appeared in the view.

Zhu Yan couldn’t help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

He recognized this thing—or rather, the clothes this thing was wearing.

It seemed to be a human wearing a 【Demon’s Cloak】, because the trousers and shoes beneath the robe were the standard-issued uniform from 【Xishan University】.

But that 【Demon’s Cloak】…?

Zhu Yan leaned in, squinting, and noticed its texture seemed slightly different from his own, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“Is it human?” Yang Zhanbai whispered. “Why does it look so… horrifying?”

The figure’s gait was normal, neither stiff nor wooden.

It just walked extremely slowly, taking one step and then pausing, before finally stopping in front of Dorm 106.

Zhu Yan fell silent.

For some reason, seeing this person’s outfit—a little too similar to his own—gave him a bad feeling.

If it were a human, fine. But with the atmosphere fully set, the mist rolling through the hall, how could this not be a horror creature?

Could this be a coincidence?

What was this copycat trying to do?

He watched as the figure knocked on Dorm 106’s door.

A slightly hoarse male voice asked, “Is Tu Shan there? I want to have a word with you alone.”

The tone and pace of the voice were normal, almost natural, but the faint stiffness was easy to miss unless you listened carefully.

“Who is it?” That was Tu Shan’s voice, heavily muffled by the door.

In the mirror, Tu Shan opened the door, pointing a narrow, long blade straight at the person outside!

The figure stepped back, seemingly glancing behind Tu Shan.

“We’re on the same side, don’t you remember?” the figure said. “A word in private.”

Tu Shan looked confused.

He raised the blade cautiously, then stepped slowly into the hallway.

The figure didn’t say anything more.

He retreated deeper into the corridor, as if ensuring no one behind Tu Shan could see him.

Then, under the astonished gazes of the people watching through the mirror, the cloaked figure showed Tu Shan the palm of his right hand!

Tu Shan froze.

Zhu Yan’s mind went blank. But what happened next left him even more stunned.

Tu Shan actually closed the door of Dorm 106, then, full of respect and excitement, firmly grasped the right hand of that thing that looked like a terrifying creature.

"Senior!" his excited voice came through, and after shaking that hand up and down vigorously, he even extended his own right hand.

Palm facing up—even in the mirror, it was clearly visible that there was something on it!

"Senior," Tu Shan looked around cautiously and deliberately lowered his voice, "Did you hear the announcement? It said we need to cooperate with each other. Did you catch that?"

Zhu Yan was completely at a loss.

Damn it.

If Tu Shan hadn't shown his right hand, he would have still suspected that this figure in the cloak might be a second [Hunter] with malicious intent.

But now, with only two [Hunters] in the game, that guy reeking of an eerie aura—wasn't he precisely the terrifying creature?

What was going on?

Why would a proper terrifying creature cosplay as a [Hunter]?

Had the instructor lost his mind?