"So, the existence of this diary is to lead me on, deliberately creating an illusion that I'm writing to myself, trying to warn myself."
Du Wei made a judgment, but this also triggered a vague idea in his mind.
Something wanted him to do something or reveal a way to leave because it possibly wanted to leave as well.
It might also be that it couldn't kill him directly, so it had to suggest subtly, leading him step by step towards death or fulfilling some purpose of its own.
It seemed safe, but in reality, deep malice was hidden beneath.
"But no matter, if you want to play, then I'll keep playing along and see which of us shows their hand first."
Du Wei turned to the last page of the diary and casually took a pen from his desk, writing a passage.
[I am Du Wei, and I have learned all the secrets of this school, everything is safe for now.]
