As night officially fell, the downpour finally came to a complete stop.
The entire campus was terrifyingly quiet.
After watching the others disappear from his sight, Shang Jiuyue entered the Administration Building before him as well.
At a time like this, with the sky growing darker, visibility had become extremely low, severely affecting his vision.
The Administration Building was pitch-black and exceptionally quiet. In such an utterly silent environment, the footsteps of Shang Jiuyue's leather shoes were especially clear.
Recalling the trash and broken glass scattered all over the building, Shang Jiuyue ultimately gave up on the idea of taking off his shoes, though he deliberately slowed his pace.
However, as he walked through the building, Shang Jiuyue's expression changed slightly.
The night was so quiet that the footsteps echoing through the empty corridors and stairwells were crystal clear... but something was wrong with them.
—Mixed in with the footsteps of his leather shoes was distinctly the sound of high heels.
Whenever he stopped, the footsteps vanished as well. But whenever he continued forward, the crisp sound of high heels striking the ground followed him like a shadow.
Frowning slightly, Shang Jiuyue deliberately quickened his pace. Because of the sound of those high heels, he did not head to the third floor first, instead setting foot on the fifth floor.
According to the storybook, Wan Si Feng had killed himself here.
The fifth-floor corridor was utterly silent, and the sound of high heels seemed to have faded away as well.
Before long, he stood in front of the Archives Room.
The door before him was ajar and could be easily pushed open with a light shove.
After thinking for a moment, Shang Jiuyue pushed open the door.
Then, at a glance, he saw a figure sitting behind the desk directly