"I won't dismiss that possibility," Chu Changge began slowly. "As I mentioned, our disappearing when we try to go downstairs might be one of the ghost's methods. It doesn't want us to leave this building; if we're too dispersed, it would be harder for it to observe our identities."
"But it's now nearly three in the morning. I reckon the ghost has already made its move, so there's no need for it to keep stopping us from leaving. I believe nothing unexpected will happen if we go downstairs now." Chu Changge glanced at his wristwatch.
It showed 2:45 a.m. Fifteen minutes remained before the first round of voting would officially begin.
"If the ghost has already struck... of the eight of us who came here, at least five are still alive, not counting Li Wentao." As Pan Yue spoke, she looked towards the opposite building, trying to see Gu Mian in the window there.
But when she turned her head, she was stunned to find the window empty.
Only pitch-black darkness remained...
