Patrol Ghost

It wasn't that Bo Shuo's powers of observation were exceptional; he simply had 007 assisting him, directly scanning the entire room.

007 floated to a corner and said excitedly, "Host, here, here."

Following 007's prompt, Bo Shuo braced one hand against the bedframe and heaved. The entire bed flipped over.

Only then could they see the palm-sized notebook wedged beneath the bedframe, along with scattered cleaning agents hidden away with great care.

The notebook was filled with the patient's venomous, despairing words. The flowing handwriting made his unstable mental state all the more apparent.

"7.10, I was sent to this Mental Hospital. They all say I'm sick, but I'm not sick at all."

"7.11, No! These people are all Demons. I don't want to stay here anymore! I want to run!"

What followed was a series of insults and curses directed at the hospital, along with detailed descriptions of his inner collapse, spanning a considerable period of time.

Then, a gradual change took place, as though the brainwashing had succeeded.

The clearest shift was from "I'm not sick" to "I'm sick," followed by a string of repentant words as he recounted his sins to the Deity.

Until November 31.

A sentence similar to the Exam Question appeared.

"11.31, I succeeded! Hahahahaha, I finally succeeded! We will receive the Lord's mercy. We will eventually be saved—"

Seeing this, Bo Shuo was almost certain that this was the notebook of the "I" from the Exam Question.

Now he needed to find out exactly who this "I" was.

Bo Shuo quickly flipped through the diary in his hand, having 007 copy and record it. Suddenly, his fingertips stopped.

His gaze fell on the page number of the fourth page.

The black "P4" had been circled in red, with such force that it had nearly pierced the paper.

This definitely wasn't a coincidence, but Bo Shuo had no idea what P4 meant for now.

The Youth made no effort to hide any of his actions. Whether flipping over the iron bed or leafing through the notebook, he paid the Examinees in the room no heed whatsoever.

The notebook he had found made the Examinees in the room burn with envy. It might well be a crucial clue to completing the Exam Question.

"Mr. Bo," Xu Yi said, sounding nervous. The hand beneath her sleeve was clenched tightly. "I'd like to make a trade with you."

Afraid Bo Shuo would not have the patience to listen, she spoke rapidly. "I have two low-tier items on me right now. I'd like to use them in exchange for the clue you just obtained."

Her target was the notebook in his hand.

It was no great matter. 007 had already made a copy of the notebook's contents, which could be checked at any time, so giving it away made little difference.

He could even trade it for two low-tier items, making it a worthwhile deal. But he could not show any interest in low-tier items.

The Youth looked down at Xu Yi. A profound pressure from the depths of her soul made her tremble faintly, as if she were not facing a young man, but a fierce and powerful apex predator.

Its fangs pressed tightly against her throat, and that gaze nearly saw through her completely, from her marrow to her blood.

For a moment, Xu Yi began regretting her recklessness. How had she dared make a deal with Bo Shuo?

Did he look like someone lacking items? Perhaps even a little that slipped through his fingers would be more than her meager possessions.

As she thought this, Xu Yi's hand began trembling uncontrollably. Then her fingertips dug viciously into her flesh.

She did not dare breathe, nor did she dare look away. She could only drown like duckweed in the Youth's eyes.

Mr. Bo said nothing. He simply stared at her unhurriedly for two seconds, as if considering something, or perhaps evaluating something. Yet those two seconds made Xu Yi feel as though ages had passed.

Too terrifying.

A breeze swept across the sweat on her back, bringing an indescribable chill. Just as Xu Yi thought the Youth had refused and lowered her head in disappointment, preparing to leave, something suddenly struck her on the head.

The force was just right—enough to stun her, but not enough to hurt her brain.

Xu Yi instinctively removed the thing from her forehead. It felt cool to the touch.

Only after taking it down did she realize it was the notebook.

"Mr. Bo!" Xu Yi came to her senses and hurriedly searched for the Youth, only to find that he had already turned away. His crimson earring made a faint rubbing sound with the motion, while his black hair flew through the air in a small arc.

The Youth did not care about those low-tier items at all. Even giving her the notebook had merely been a casual gesture.

Xu Yi had no time to think further and immediately chased after him.

What a joke. If she did not cling to this powerful thigh now, when would she? Besides, she had yet to hand over the two low-tier items she had promised. Whether he cared was one thing; whether she gave them was another.

At the very least, her attitude had to be right.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't leave me behind alone." Gu Baiyu, who had already recovered, saw the two heading out the door and glanced at Wang Yong and Huang Yousheng in the room.

Then he turned and followed without hesitation. "Wait for me!"

The room door closed softly.

Seeing that all three had left, Wang Yong called to Huang Yousheng with an unhappy expression. Gritting his teeth, he opened the door as well.

This room no longer held any value for exploration. Staying here would only waste time; they might as well go outside and look for opportunities.

"Brother Wang, are we just going to leave that Bo guy alone? He found a crucial clue." Huang Yousheng's sly, thin, dark face was full of resentment and jealousy. "We need to make that Bo guy cough up everything."