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After entering the dormitory building, I ran straight into Qu Guo, whose gaze was slightly vacant, just like Zhang Qingyu's that night. I stared at him intently for a long while but couldn't find anything peculiar. What was going on? Possession? That shouldn't be the case—surely I would have seen a hint of malign aura if it were.
Apart from a vacant look, there was nothing unusual about Qu Guo, not even a hint of darkness on his forehead, not even a speck.
"Qu Guo, are you okay?" I tentatively asked.
He turned his head to glance at me, then simply nodded before passing me by.
It seemed his consciousness was clear and he was probably not in any danger. I decided to discuss with Zhang Qingyu whether we could get that doll back and burn it at the tile-roofed house.
