After the Fake Anchor's shadow spoke in Ji Heng's voice, every thread in the station stopped.
Lu Wenchuan looked at the shadow, tightening his fingers around the Student ID. Xu Zhihan stood beside him, his gaze fixed on the crack in the shadow's chest.
There was a length of Black Line inside.
Xie Wu had hidden the Black Line in the Fake Anchor's shadow and spoken through Ji Heng's voice.
Xu Zhihan raised his hand.
"Come out."
The Black Line did not move.
The shadow spoke again. "Wenchuan, don't use me as a shield."
Lu Wenchuan's expression darkened a little.
"You can't imitate him."
The shadow stopped.
Lu Wenchuan looked up, his voice very low. "He wouldn't say that."
The words on the back of the Student ID gave off a faint glow.
[Don't look back. Keep moving forward.]
Lu Wenchuan pressed the Student ID against the shadow's chest.
The Black Line in the shadow's crack squirmed out, scorched.
Xu Zhihan reached out, seized the Black Line from a distance, and drove it straight into the floor.
"Xie Wu, you really are annoying."
No sound came from the station's speakers.
The instant the Black Line was crushed, the Fake Anchor's shadow fell silent again. The crack in its chest remained, but it no longer made a human sound.
Lu Wenchuan looked down at the Student ID.
"Sorry."
Xu Zhihan looked at him.
"Who are you talking to?"
Lu Wenchuan put the Student ID away. "Ji Heng."
Xu Zhihan paused.
"He'd curse you out if he heard that."
Lu Wenchuan said softly, "Yeah."
The path outside the station doors had already closed.
Their retreat was gone.
The white steps behind the ticket gates lit up again, and the wristbands made faint sounds one after another. Song Zhixia's signal began cutting in