Early morning, sunlight penetrated the glass, illuminating the ground.
If it weren't for the vivid memories of yesterday, Qian Cangyi might be under the illusion that he was on a vacation. But the memories of yesterday were clear, and he remembered most of it with a little recollection.
After searching all the rooms yesterday, they didn't find anything indicating the mysterious person's identity.
In exactly, it should be the corpse of the replaced person.
Afterward, each person took their weapon and returned to their chosen rooms. The room he occupies was on the left shorter side of the cross, on the third floor, with Shadow Play just ahead of him on the right.
"Are you awake?" the voice of Shadow Play came from outside the door.
Qian Cangyi opened the door.
"You sleep quite well." Shadow Play shook his right foot.
"What's going on?" Qian Cangyi asked, suddenly feeling a bright light behind him, so he turned his head.
