"It seems Situ An is hiding here."
Gao Ming's memories of death, like a red-hot branding iron, continually tugged at every nerve, the pain of dying over and over again.
He could no longer control himself and, a step ahead of the black Dog, pushed open the door in front of him.
There was no bloody, horrific scene as he had imagined, no monsters or fierce ghosts; in fact, this room could be said to be the cleanest in the office building, with everything neatly placed and spotless, as if the owner had obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"Surveillance room?"
The room, labeled as an educational assessment office, had one wall completely covered with screens showing surveillance footage, through which the owner could see most of what happened on campus, the screens embedded in the wall like eyes.
Fixed to the office desk near the wall was a microphone and camera, enabling the owner to issue all commands from this hidden room.
