Dawn Redemption

It was almost time to turn off the lights, and the number of people walking in and out of the corridor gradually decreased.The chandelier swayed occasionally.

The heavy snow whistling outside was stopped by the high wall, and when entering the room, it was only a gust of cool wind passing through the corridor and occasionally flapping the bedroom door.

The door of room 1102 was still open, shaking gently from side to side, making a small sound.

Marcus was leaning on the bed, holding a small volume of pulp fiction in his hand, snickering from time to time.Rolf held the boot, looking as if he was determined to stuff it into Marcus's mouth.

Jonas took off his coat and got into bed very quickly, but was still shivering from the cold.

"Hey, why do you think Finn hasn't come back yet?"

Rolf shrugged: "Maybe he was stayed overnight again." "Not necessarily," Jonas rolled his eyes, "Let's make a bet, five-for-one, whether he will come back tonight."

"I'll offer three yuan."

"Oh!"

The bedroom door was suddenly pushed open roughly.Everyone's movements stopped as if cursed.

The dark silhouette outside the door slowly approached, the lights in the dormitory covered his whole body little by little, and his whole body seemed to exude a severe chill.The fair face became even paler, and even the lips lost their color and turned blue.Every joint of him was trembling at a level that was not difficult to detect with the naked eye.

Messy hair, chin, cuffs and hem of the soaked military uniform, all dripping water non-stop.The dry floor of the dormitory was wet a little in an instant.

"Fin? Why do you..."

However, Rolf didn't say anything more after the second half of the sentence.He strode up to catch the man who was about to lose consciousness and fell down.