Fake Ming Mei, in the darkness, the cold, and dampness, finally couldn't take it anymore and fainted.
...
Early the next day, around 5 a.m., the first one up to use the bathroom felt uneasy, afraid that if someone really ended up dead, they'd be in deep trouble. If that happened, instead of serving just a few years and being released, they'd face charges for premeditated murder—and that would mean certain death.
She pried open Fake Ming Mei's nose, reached out, and gave her a push.
No movement.
She pushed again. Still no movement.
The drowsiness clinging to her vanished instantly as fear took over, and she quickly felt for Fake Ming Mei's breath.
Fake Ming Mei's entire face was blueish-purple, her body ice-cold, completely frozen stiff.
When her fingers hovered under Ming Mei's nose, for a moment, she felt no breath at all. Immediately, she collapsed on the ground in shock and screamed, "It's over… it's over… she's dead… she's dead!"
Her scream woke the others up.
