The sky gradually darkened.
Dark clouds kept rolling in from the east, and the people on the streets hurried along.
Some of them did not yet know what had happened at the market.
After all, communicators were still something only the wealthy could afford. Ordinary people could only learn what had happened from television and newspapers.
But the news was always delayed.
"Lini, weren't you going to school? Why are you heading back?" A simply dressed girl approached with three books tucked under her arm and asked curiously.
"Xia, there's going to be a torrential downpour today. Don't go to school. Leave with me, quickly."
As she spoke, she reached out to pull her classmate away.
Her classmate took a step back. "No!"
"I made plans with Tucker to study in the study room today, and we have politics class. If I skip that class, they'll call my parents, make me write a self-criticism, and then attend remedial lessons."
"You should know that. I think you should come to school with me instead," Xia urged in return.
Seeing that she could not persuade her classmate, Lini was at a loss and could only give up helplessly.
She could not exactly tell her that the market was haunted, and that a ghost had just tried to ambush them.
After all, once that hunched evil spirit appeared, the rotting corpse had melted into a puddle of foul water.
Even the only evidence was gone.
With a sigh, she said, "I can't go. How about this, Xia? Help me tell the teacher that I'm not feeling well and can't make it. If I deal with the rest of it later, the punishment should be lighter."
"Oh, and don't go through the market. A mysterious sniper just killed someone there. It's a string of