Part of the accident from ten years ago had been reconstructed, but Zhuo Jun had only revealed information that benefited him and Situ An.
He probably had not lied. He had simply told the truth selectively.
His words had completely diverted the classmates' attention, softening the anger he had stirred up in them.
"The mistakes we made in the past have already happened. We all chose our own paths." Wang Jie propped his chin on one hand. "Rather than feeling guilty about the past, we should think about the present."
"You're right. All we can do now is attend class properly and endure the 51st Student's various tests and acts of revenge over the coming week." Zhuo Jun still looked down at his classmates. "Follow the arrangements and instructions, and the East District Investigation Bureau will do everything it can to protect you. As long as you don't go looking for death by breaking the rules, you should all be able to board that Bus alive in a week."
"The only way to leave the school is to take that Bus. Once we board it, we might face the same choice we did ten years ago." Gao Ming turned to look out the window. "If I wanted revenge on you, I'd give you plenty of hope. Only after you'd struggled with everything you had and finally grasped that hope would you discover that it was nothing but despair wearing a mask."
Zhuo Jun gave Gao Ming a long, searching look. "Then do you have another way to leave the school?"
"If the East District Investigation Bureau really could protect us, it wouldn't have let us get dragged into this." Gao Ming continued watching the heavy rain outside. "Can you trust an organization that tricked fifty living people into a trap