Ling Feiran immediately realized this was going to be difficult.
These notes were clearly contagious. Even if she cleared the notes from some of the Infected, there was no guarantee they would not be infected again.
Fortunately, the notes on these people differed from hers. The louder they sang and the more stirred up they became, the more they did not seem inclined to seek death.
Ling Feiran's doubts deepened. Amir, what exactly are you trying to do?
After checking every window on the seventh floor, she moved on to the sixth, then the fifth... The more she investigated, the heavier her mood became. Other than the patients who were unconscious, every single patient had notes following them.
If only three or five people had been controlled by the notes, she was confident she could clear them all. If there were more than ten, she could barely give it a try and might still pull it off. But there were hundreds of people upstairs and downstairs...
As Ling Feiran pondered, several Scratches on the outer wall caught her attention.
She moved closer for a careful look and found that the Scratches formed a continuous pattern, much like tracks left by some crawling creature.
Where the tracks were shallower, they were difficult to notice. With the heavy rain washing over them, investigating them became even harder.
But Ling Feiran was patient. She had already planned to inspect every room, so she continued searching meticulously.
At first, she had been worried. The tracks were intermittent, and she feared this lead would go cold. But when she found a windowsill covered in crawl marks, she could not help but laugh.
It seemed she had worried too much.
Whoever had left these traces was not especially meticulous.
There were so many traces outside the