2044 looked as though he had choked.
"Amnesia?" He blinked rapidly. "What amnesia? You lost your memory?"
Lu Mi regarded him coldly. "If I weren't already suspicious enough, I wouldn't have come to confront you in person."
2044 stopped pretending. He picked at the button on his sleeve.
"Yes, you guessed right. I made you lose your memory. I dragged you into this game."
"Why? Did we know each other before? Did we have a grudge?"
"I knew you, but you didn't know me." 2044 lowered his head, not daring to look at him.
Lu Mi pressed on. "Then what was the memory loss about?"
"Sorry," 2044 said. "I can't tell you."
Fine, fine, fine. Another person I can't figure out.
Lu Mi gave a cold snort and walked away.
2044 watched his back gradually disappear from view, then stood there for a very, very long time.
"Sorry," he whispered. "I'm sorry..."
At seven that evening, when night fell in the Public Rest Area, a panel popped up before everyone.
Lu Mi had just showered and was sitting in the rocking chair on his balcony. Lights dotted the neighboring dormitory building, and the little lamp hanging overhead cast a dim yellow glow.
There was no wind in the Public Rest Area, so he summoned a little breeze himself. Cool and gentle, it set the rocking chair beneath him creaking.
``` [Dear players: following discussions at headquarters, the following solution has been proposed to resolve the dispute over how long escape exits remain open.]
[The ten groups of players entering instances in two days will automatically participate in the Human-Ghost Showdown.]
[One ghost spectator will join each group and play alongside the players. If more than half the groups successfully identify the ghost through a vote, the players will win, and