"I'm going too!" The freckled girl immediately raised her hand, fearing that a moment's hesitation would allow someone else to beat her to it.
"Count me in, I've read a lot of detective novels."
"My dad is a forensic scientist!"
"Better let me go, I'm the sports representative and I've been practicing martial arts since I was a child."
To Gao Ming's surprise, these students seemed to lack a concrete concept of death, or perhaps they thought they were destined to be the protagonists. Gao Ming didn't need to forcefully recruit anyone, as several volunteered to go with him.
"You all need to think this through." Gao Ming was expressionless, and just because of a conjecture, these students seemed to really treat him like an NPC: "I don't know what's in the hotel. A psychopath who likes to dismember and torture could well be the least of our problems. You might encounter things that can't be explained, things that will drag you into the fog and make you suffer fates worse than death."
