The hall was dim.
The system lights overhead cast Ye Lin's shadow into a solitary silhouette.
He instinctively looked back at the endlessly spinning system vortex behind him, his gaze gradually hardening with resolve.
Ye Lin slowly clenched his fists, carefully placed the note He Zheng had left inside his necklace, then turned toward the others' rooms.
Yet when he reached An Ke's room, he chose not to enter.
There was nothing in An Ke's room that needed taking, nor had she created anyone.
Although An Ke had never explained why she had not redeemed anyone, he could imagine what she had been through before.
Huang Liang's room was only a few steps away. Standing at its door, Ye Lin gripped the cold handle, but hesitation suddenly flickered in his eyes.
After that brief hesitation, however, he opened the door and strode inside.
There were things he did not want to shoulder, but he could not bring himself to leave without even looking.
Unlike the bustling world He Zheng had created, Huang Liang's world was quiet. A four-person dormitory greeted him.
Outside the window lay an empty sports field. Cold wind slipped through the slightly open window, making the papers on the desk rustle. Behind him, the national emblem hanging overhead was half dark and half ghostly white in the moonlight.
To Ye Lin's surprise, the room was nothing like it had been on his previous visits. Huang Liang's room was a mess, and the desk, once neat and free of clutter, was piled high with handwritten files.
Ye Lin raised his eyebrows in surprise, realizing that Huang Liang had not even had time to tidy up before entering the fourth examination.
He approached the desk, picked up some documents, and began reading.
"'Ghosts' killing patterns and speculations about their