65: Chapter 65 It must be that damned faceless man.

Early the next morning.

F Class, Dorm 201.

Sunlight filtered through the uncleaned glass windows, spilling onto the concrete floor just as it did every day.

The air was filled with a faint... irritable atmosphere, like that of a pressure cooker about to explode.

"Hoo..."

Jiang You still maintained his usual bold, starfish-shaped sleeping posture, but something was off about him today.

His Skin was as red as a freshly cooked spicy crayfish, and wisps of white smoke were even rising from the top of his head; he looked like a pressure cooker on the verge of exploding.

In his dream, he had turned into a whole roasted lamb, being grilled on a stove and sizzling with oil.

"Boss... you put in too much cumin..."

"Do you even know how to cook, damn it..."

An inexplicable, searing heat emanating from his very soul made it hard for Jiang You, the god of sleep, to maintain his quality of rest.

Irritated, he kicked off his quilt and rolled over like a salted fish, half his body and even his head hanging over the edge of the bed, trying to find a trace of coolness with this high-difficulty posture.

As he lowered his head, his gaze happened to meet the space under the bed.

Two large items were lying there side by side: one was that dark green basin of unknown origin, and the other was the silver briefcase Teacher Gu Yan had brought yesterday.

"I remember locking the briefcase yesterday, right?"

"Huh... what is this white powder on the floor?"

"Did someone steal my milk powder?"

"..."

"Wait, no!"

Jiang You snapped his eyes open.

In that instant, his pupils went through the entire process from confusion to focus, and finally to shock.

He sprang up from the bed like a spring, his head nearly hitting the ceiling.

Afterward, without even bothering to put on his shoes, he lunged under the bed and dragged out the silver briefcase.

It was the same case.

But...

"Clang!"

The lid opened.

The next second, Jiang You's originally sleepy, dead-fish eyes instantly widened like copper bells.

He knelt on the floor, his hands frantically groping inside the empty case, as if trying to grasp his lost youth.

Nothing.

There was nothing.

Only a pile of silvery-white powder drifted away in the air.

As for that tube of red essence blood?

Forget the blood; even the specially made lead-sealed test tube was gone!

At that moment, Dorm 201, and indeed the entire Abandoned Gymnasium of F Class, echoed with a shrill, miserable scream that would make anyone who heard it weep and break their heart:

"Ah!!!!!!!!"

...

Lu Xingye, Xiang Batian, and Gou Fugui, still in their sleep, were startled awake by this scream as if they had risen from the dead.

Lu Xingye's hand shook, and he threw the knife he had been holding in his arms all night, nearly stabbing it into Gou Fugui's backside.

"Enemy attack? Did those grandsons from A Class come back to fight again?"

The three of them, with bird's nest hair, looked frantically toward the source of the scream.

They saw Jiang You kneeling on the floor, holding the empty case in both hands, his eyes red, his whole body trembling violently as if he had lost his entire world.

"It's gone..."

"It's all gone..."

Jiang You's voice was hoarse, laced with a crying tone:

"That was the supplement Teacher Gu said would last me four years!"

"That was my retirement fund! That was my marriage savings! That was my meal ticket for the next four years!"

"I only slept for one night... how could you not even leave me a shard of glass?!"

Gou Fugui pushed up his crooked glasses, leaned in to take a look, and gasped:

"Hiss... it's really clean."

"Brother Jiang, did you... drink this thing while sleepwalking last night?"

"Bullshit!"

Jiang You snapped his head up, roaring with red eyes:

"Am I that kind of person?"

"Besides, Teacher Gu said it was highly toxic! One drop could make you explode! If I had drunk it, would I still be here talking to you? I would have turned into fireworks already, wouldn't I?!"

"Then what is this..." Xiang Batian scratched his head, looking at the pile of powder. "What is this powder?"

Jiang You looked at the powder, his Brain beginning to race.

His gaze scanned the dormitory like a radar, finally locking firmly onto that dark green 'basin' still lying under the bed.

Countless clues converged in his mind, and by now, he already had a prime suspect!

This was a complete and utter serial crime scene!

"Faceless Man!!!"

Jiang You slapped his thigh hard. The slap produced a muffled "bang," and his pants nearly shattered.

But he didn't notice the abnormality in his strength at all, just immersed in the anger of his successful deduction:

"It must be that damned Faceless Man!"

"That pervert! That villain!"

"It wasn't enough for him to steal the school's turtle; he even robbed a freshman of their welfare!"

"He must have snuck in yesterday! While I was sleeping like a dead pig, he swiped my supplement!"

The more Jiang You spoke, the more it made sense. He pointed at the pile of powder, filled with grief and indignation:

"Look! This powder!"

"This must be what that pervert scattered here on purpose to humiliate me after eating the space source crystal!"

"He's mocking me! He's saying, 'You only deserve to play with mud'!"

"This is too bullying! Is there no justice? Is there no law?"

Watching Jiang You's devastated, genuine expression, his roommates, who had initially suspected that Jiang You might have eaten it himself, instantly wavered.

Lu Xingye stroked his chin, looking deep in thought:

"Indeed... if Jiang You had really drunk a whole tube of fifth-order essence blood, according to common sense, he should have already exploded all over the walls."

"But he is still alive and well, and hasn't even burped."

"The only explanation is that it really was stolen."

Gou Fugui was even more sympathetic, patting Jiang You on the shoulder:

"Brother Jiang, my condolences."

"That Faceless Man can even drain the school's spiritual pool; stealing your little bit of stuff was just a casual act of theft."

"However..."

Gou Fugui's tone changed, and he stared at Jiang You's face with a strange look:

"Although the stuff is lost, why do I feel... Brother Jiang, your complexion today is a bit suspiciously good?"

At this moment, Jiang You's Skin was white with a rosy tint, and heat was faintly emitting from his pores; he looked like a ripe, large flat peach.

Especially his eyes, which were frighteningly bright, as if two balls of fire were hidden inside.

"Complexion is good?"

Jiang You touched his burning cheeks and roared indignantly:

"Duh!"

"If you lost tens of millions, you'd be inflamed too! I'm furious! I'm so angry I'm spitting fire! My liver fire is blazing!"

To prove his anger, Jiang You subconsciously grabbed the iron railing by the side of the bed, intending to use it for leverage to stand up.

[Right Hand (a bit overexcited due to excess energy)]:

"Hmm? Slacker Ruler wants leverage?"

"Alright! I'll give you a fulcrum, and you can lift the Earth!"

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of metal breaking rang out.

That solid iron bed leg, as thick as a wrist, was pinched in two in Jiang You's hand like a crispy deep-fried dough stick!

"Clang."

The broken iron rod fell to the floor and rolled to Xiang Batian's feet.

Everyone stared at the iron rod in silence, and the whole room fell into a dead silence.