No one knew why Ke Jiaxi had died while Gong Yan, who had also violated the Talus Camp admonitions, had survived.
But of course, no one was tactless enough to ask.
Gong Yan was extraordinarily perceptive, however, and after the immense fear and pressure of the previous night, he was now as skittish as a startled bird.
On the way to the dining hall for breakfast, even though no one was looking at him, Gong Yan kept glancing around suspiciously. After each glance, he quickly lowered his head and eyes, refusing to meet anyone's gaze.
All the while, he muttered insistently, "I know you all want me dead, right? You all want me dead... just because I made the right choice... heh, you bleeding hearts, you wanted to save your teammate... does that make me some selfish villain...? I only wanted to make things safer for everyone. What if that woman was the dead soul...? You can pay the price for your own bleeding-heart bullshit..."
The three women pretended not to hear him, keeping well away from Gong Yan as they chatted about the previous night without a care. Che Quan shut everyone out as usual, maintaining his distance from them all, while Ju Lei still hadn't fully recovered from last night's fright.
So no one chose that moment to ask him what exactly had happened in the men's room the night before.
The group finally reached the dining hall.
Sure enough, the table was once again laid with unappetizing vegetables and vegetable flatbreads, wilted and dry. Only one person was an exception.
Gong Yan's plate held a generous helping of delicious-looking fried meat, its aroma wafting through the air.
Their instincts told them there was definitely something wrong with that meat. Perhaps... it was Ke Jiaxi's.
No one dared