65: Chapter 65 A Terrifying Night in the Rain

Chapter 65: Terrifying Night in the Rain

In the dimly lit room.

The television screen flickered continuously, emitting screams.

Fang Cheng sat cross-legged, with several foreign language textbooks placed in front of him.

The television was playing a foreign original-language movie.

Of course, it belonged to the proper category.

As for the works of those teachers lent to him by Wu Datong, Fang Cheng only glanced at them roughly and lost all interest.

To master a language as quickly as possible, aside from finding a good teacher, practicing speaking and listening.

Watching more original-language film and television dramas with subtitles is also a good choice.

Fang Cheng was studying intently at this moment.

Following the male and female protagonists in the movie, his gaze imitated their accents and the scenes they were in, softly chanting the lines.

The alarm clock on the desk showed the time, 23:15.

In the past, at such a quiet time of night, Fang Cheng would have already lain down in bed to rest.

Today, in order to push harder and sprint through his skill progress, he deliberately added extra time for a night study session.

The knowledge points for the postgraduate entrance examination were already prepared very solidly.

Now he could say that all his study time was spent on foreign languages.

Another ten minutes or so passed.

The male and female protagonists in the movie finally escaped the terrifying demon cave, ushering in a cheerful and relaxing happy ending.

At this time, a comforting smile also appeared at the corner of Fang Cheng's mouth.

He saw the panel flash with light, and several notification messages appeared before his eyes.

[You have reached a certain proficiency in learning foreign languages and successfully mastered a language-type skill.]

[Skill Unlocked: Latin lv0 (0 / 100)]

Fang Cheng let out a relaxed sigh of relief and looked at the newly added skill column.

[Japanese Language lv0 (75 / 100)]

[Nanyang Language lv0 (11 / 100)]

[Desert Language lv0 (3 / 100)]

[Latin lv0 (0 / 100)]

After days of unremitting and diligent study, he finally unlocked four foreign language skills successively.

After completing the task, Fang Cheng yawned and stretched lazily.

Then he stood up, ready to wash up briefly and go to bed.

Just at this moment, he noticed several lines of extra small print instructions appearing at the bottom of the panel.

So his steps paused, and he looked closely again.

[Reminder: The total unlock limit for panel skill columns is 25.]

[To avoid affecting normal usage, please choose to synthesize some skills into corresponding talents. If any skills trigger special conditions, you can also choose to synthesize exclusive skills.]

After understanding the meaning, Fang Cheng couldn't help but slightly knit his brows.

Counting the total number of skills on the panel, plus the Latin skill just unlocked, it had reached 20, leaving only 5 skill column positions from the upper limit.

According to the information given by the panel, all skills can be synthesized into talents, and a few skills with special properties can be synthesized into exclusive skills.

What an exclusive skill is, Fang Cheng did not know for the time being.

Right now, if he wanted to clear the panel and free up effective skill column positions, he had to make a reasonable choice.

If based on the principle of maximizing benefits.

In fact, the best choice is to wait until a skill loses room to continue upgrading before synthesizing.

Just wondering, what are the upper limits of the levels of these skills he has mastered?

After thinking about it, Fang Cheng still felt that synthesizing language-type talents was relatively simple and feasible.

"With my current mental attribute and learning ability, if I push harder, I can completely upgrade all three foreign language skills to lv2 within a month, so that I can obtain a talent of extraordinary quality."

"If I can further upgrade to lv3, then synthesizing an epic-level talent is not impossible..."

With the plan settled, Fang Cheng thought no more and raised his head to glance at the calendar on the wall.

"Next, let's properly digest these skills I've already mastered..."

Four days had passed since Majima Goro went missing, and life had been very peaceful.

No police came to question him, and no strangers suddenly came looking for him.

Fang Cheng found it very reasonable and had taken it in stride.

He was nothing more than an ordinary citizen.

Even if he had visited Majima Goro in the hospital, it was done openly and aboveboard under the banner of expressing condolences to a client on behalf of the club.

There was nothing suspicious about it.

As for the Man in Black who sank into the Tai River, Fang Cheng also left no clues that could be tracked down by others.

Patter patter!

The sound of raindrops beating against the window suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

Heavy rain suddenly poured outside, and the wind rushed in instantly.

Clang, clang——

In front of the half-open window, a string of wind chimes was spinning.

That was a blessing bell begged from Gufeng Temple by his mother two years ago, used to pray for the peace and safety of the house.

Fang Cheng hurried over and closed the window.

Then he quickly washed his face, lay down on the bed, and curled up into the warm quilt.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his breathing was long and steady.

Unwittingly, he drifted into dreamland.

Vague in the darkness, the sound of rain was noisy yet serene.

It seemed to cover up everything.

Even the engine sound of occasional passing cars and the light and shadow of neon lights shining on the wall became distant and blurry.

"Ah-wooo——"

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Suddenly, a faint voice drifted over, as if a cold wind drilled into his ears.

Lying in bed, Fang Cheng slightly knitted his brows and turned over in the quilt.

His nostrils continued to emit slight snoring, long and even.

"Ah-wooo——"

After a short while, that sound came again.

It became even more piercing and miserable.

Fang Cheng was instantly awakened from his dream.

He opened his eyes and looked up at the alarm clock on the desk.

3:45.

Then he propped up his body with his arms, half-sitting, and listened attentively.

But apart from the pattering sound of rain and the neon light shadows projected onto the wall by nearby buildings.

There was no other movement at all.

Fang Cheng screwed up his face and couldn't help yawning.

He deeply doubted that the sound he heard just now was actually him dreaming.

At this time, night owls were all asleep, and people going to early shifts had not yet reached the time to get up.

It was precisely the quietest moment.

Where on earth could that strange sound come from?

Could it be that due to continuous rain and abnormal climate, even stray cats were calling for mates in winter?

Full of doubts, the strange sound suddenly rang out again, and it lasted for a continuous period.

Just like someone was being tortured.

Wailing, crying, heartbroken and extremely shrill.

The voice echoed faintly in the rainy night, making one's hair stand on end.

Fang Cheng was also startled in his heart, instantly turning over and getting out of bed, walking quickly to the window, and pulling aside the curtains.

He didn't turn on the light, and through the glass blurred by fog and rain, he watched the street scene.

Outside was pitch black.

Although the screams were somewhat weak, they were still intermittent, passing through the rain curtain and drifting into his ears.

This time Fang Cheng was finally able to distinguish clearly.

That sound was not emitted from the throat of the same person; it should be the screams of several people mixed together.

It could roughly be judged that the source was at least several hundred meters away from the Tubular Building.

His brows knitted, and he simply pushed open the window and looked out carefully.

However, at this moment——

Those screams stopped abruptly.

The rainy night was like ink, almost engulfing the entire Jiuchang Street.

Only a few firefly-like street lamps, as well as the red sign of a 24-hour hotel, flickered in the darkness.

Raindrops constantly beat against the windowsill, making a crisp sound, adding a bit of a chilly atmosphere.

Looking at the early morning night sky that had returned to silence, feeling the chills rushing over.

Fang Cheng shook his head and suppressed his curiosity.

Deciding to mind his own business less and go back to bed to lie down for a while.

Only with sufficient sleep can he ensure that the morning exercises carried out later are more efficient.

Just as he reached out his hand to close the window, he vaguely heard another burst of abnormal movement coming over.

Tap, tap, tap, tap——

Amidst the heavy rain curtain, a burst of hurried and faint footsteps suddenly sounded, rapidly moving from far to near.