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In the darkness, it was impossible to see the other person's face. Tan Ming remained silent, and Yan Qing felt as if he were alone in this eerie atmosphere, which was already terrifying enough.
"It's nothing," Tan Ming's voice was still cool and detached, his emotions somewhat muted, making his tone particularly stern. To Yan Qing, Tan Ming seemed like the kind of person who spoke little and kept to himself.
This chilling and terrifying atmosphere, accompanied by the unsettling sounds echoing from the corridor outside, easily sent one's thoughts spiraling. Yan Qing tried to distract himself by chatting with him. "Have I asked you your name yet? I'm Yan Qing—'words unspoken' and 'clear as a breeze.' What about you?"
"Tan Ming. From Arabian Nights, and Ming Shui Tang Tang."
Yan Qing pondered inwardly; Arabian Nights and Ming Shui Tang Tang had a nice symmetry to them. Tan Ming looked up at the ceiling, his dark eyes appearing exceptionally bright in the darkness, as if they could pierce through it.
"Yan Qing," he actually knew him.
Yan Qing softly called his name and then asked, "Tan Ming, do you think we will die? In such a life-and-death situation, surely no one would be unconcerned?"
As for life and death, saying he cared wasn't entirely true; saying he didn't care was also a lie. In any case, given the current situation, living another minute felt like gaining another minute of life.
"I don't know." Under this bizarre campus system, anything could happen; everything was filled with uncertainty and variables.
Yan Qing asked several questions that Tan Ming couldn't answer. "So when do you think this damned anomaly will return to normal? If the animals in the school become so terrifying and continue to mutate, won't we be trapped here forever?"
Finally, Tan Ming spoke up. "Fifteen days."
"How do you know?" Yan Qing asked in surprise.
How could he possibly know? Was it because of the Red Card in his hand? Otherwise, why wouldn't he know?
"Not really," Tan Ming replied coldly, devoid of any emotion. "The Campus Death System is activated; Escape Mode is initiated. Countdown: fifteen days."
His icy tone contrasted sharply with that of the female voice that had been so monotonous; his voice had inflections and pauses, while hers sounded unnaturally hard.
Yan Qing felt goosebumps rise on his skin. "Your memory is quite impressive; I've already forgotten."
However, he quickly changed the subject and asked, "Fifteen days—can we hold out until the end?"
"Do you still have that Red Card?" she asked. "What does it mean to be a Messenger?" With that reminder, Yan Qing recalled there was indeed something about the Red Card.
"Becoming a Messenger means you can survive?" he wondered. But did that mean he could too? He wasn't sure.
Yan Qing pondered his own questions, realizing it was strange for Tan Ming to know anything about it. In such circumstances outside, even if they were curious, neither of them dared to venture out recklessly.
The best way to endure the long, sleepless night was undoubtedly to sleep, even if it was fitful.
A few hours later, Yan Qing was jolted awake by a strong sense of hunger. The feeling was unmistakable, as if he hadn't eaten in days.
He slowly opened his eyes and heard the sound of crunching. It was Tan Ming eating something.
"What are you eating?" Yan Qing asked, unable to see him clearly in the darkness.
The dormitory was completely shrouded in blackness.
"Cookies," Tan Ming replied.
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