When Lu Wenchuan woke, only one small lamp remained lit in the hospital room.
He opened his eyes and saw an empty glass by the bed, with a sheet of paper tucked under it. The handwriting was Song Zhixia's, the strokes pressed hard.
[Do not get out of bed.]
Lu Wenchuan looked at it for two seconds, then raised his hand and put the paper back.
Hearing movement, the team member at the door immediately peered inside.
"Captain, you're awake?"
Lu Wenchuan asked, "Where's Xu Zhihan?"
The team member's expression stiffened.
Lu Wenchuan closed his eyes briefly.
"He went to the eighth floor?"
The team member said quietly, "Mr. Xu went to the Evidence Room. Now he's preparing to go to the Air-Raid Shelter. Doctor Song told you to stay in your room."
Lu Wenchuan threw back the covers.
The team member immediately grew anxious. "Captain, Doctor Song said..."
Lu Wenchuan glanced at him.
The rest of the team member's sentence caught in his throat.
"Get my coat."
He said it softly, but no one dared stop him.
When Xu Zhihan reached the Air-Raid Shelter, the Gate of Returning Guilt had already opened completely.
The black Judgment Hall beyond the gate resembled a room without boundaries. Black stone covered the floor, and numerous Blank Spirit Tablets stood around it. None bore a name, yet all were entwined with the Old Gods Society's black lines. The empty chair stood quietly in the very center, the words "Please judge" glowing coldly on its back.
Song Zhixia followed behind Xu Zhihan, her expression grim.
"You can't sit down."
Xu Zhihan looked at the Judgment Hall. "If I don't, it'll keep casting out those nameless accounts of the Old Gods Society."
The Deputy Captain said quietly, "The anomalies in the surrounding area have started