The hundreds of fake people and their clattering footsteps made the entire Rose Hotel tremble as though in a hallucination.
Strangely, because the fake people moved in perfect unison, the tremors followed a steady rhythm, making it impossible to tell whether the building was shaking or his vision was wavering.
Ji Li slowly followed at the very rear of the procession, gradually making his way down from the fourth floor.
The darkness around him felt utterly at odds with the bustling scene. Standing on the stairs, he peered down, constantly calculating.
The procession kept moving downward, and footsteps echoed even from the first floor. That meant their destination was not in the Real World.
But Ji Li was not a fake person. If he followed them all the way, he would likely be trapped before reaching their destination.
He silently waited for something to change.
Judging by the information he had, Fang Shenyan had chosen to hold steady against every change, as though waiting for some opportunity.
Until that opportunity arrived, he would make no move.
Hou Guisheng's choice was more aggressive and direct. He had merged with a ghost officer, presumably to use that identity—and even its power—to destroy the hotel's system.
Ji Li surveyed the darkness around him. He sensed a mysterious, oppressive presence within it.
The vast program that was the Rose Hotel was undergoing its routine nightly repairs. At a time like this, what could pose a threat...
"A ghost officer?"
A threat to the fake-person patches was a threat to Ji Li. Aside from a ghost officer, he could think of nothing capable of confronting the Rose Hotel's order head-on.
"Hiss..."
Just then, a trace of chilly coldness appeared on his forehead, silently and suddenly.
Ji Li gently wiped it with his hand. His fingertips