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They opened the box and methodically organized the people around the candles inside.
Shen Jianghuan saw Tan Ming and called out to him. Tan Ming approached and asked, "How's the preparation going?"
"Almost done," came the reply.
Qi Qiuluo, sitting nearby, noticed them and walked over, wrapping an arm around Yan Qing's shoulder. "What are you two up to that you can't let me in on? You seem to be hiding something," she said, her tone filled with dissatisfaction.
"Hiding something?" Yan Qing looked at Qi Qiuluo in confusion.
"Hmph." Qi Qiuluo glanced at Tan Ming, who was talking to Zhang Liu and the others. She leaned closer to Yan Qing and whispered, "He has a lot of tricks up his sleeve; you never know who he might be plotting against. You look honest enough, but don't let him take advantage of you."
"That can't be true," Tan Ming thought quickly; it was understandable that he had a sharp mind, but plotting against others? He didn't seem like that kind of person.
"You can never tell a person's true intentions just by their appearance!"
"Come on, let's go upstairs. It's better for us ordinary folks to keep some distance from those like him," Qi Qiuluo said as she pulled Yan Qing's arm and headed toward the stairs.
"Huh?"
Seeing them going upstairs, Tan Ming approached Yan Qing and reached out for his bag.
Yan Qing handed over his empty bag, wanting to ask what he needed it for, but was pulled up by Qi Qiuluo before he could say anything.
The second floor had all the dining chairs moved away, leaving the hall feeling empty. It was divided into ten neat rows by a partition over a meter high, each row stretching endlessly.
There was a narrow opening in one section of the partition; it was so tight that only one person could pass through at a time, adorned with various curtains. These curtains were originally bed curtains from dormitory beds.
The original duty station on the second floor remained intact, where a man sat at a table with a stack of paper slips in hand, each meticulously inscribed with numbers.
Qi Qiuluo directly led Yan Qing over and asked for two slips.
The man handed over two slips and asked for their names seriously, writing them down stroke by stroke while carefully noting the slip numbers before finally handing them over with the words "Area" and "Bed."
The second-floor dormitory was divided into sections piece by piece.
Yan Qing took his slip and found his designated area, gently lifting the curtain to step inside.
Inside was a large dormitory with three rows of beds, each row containing ten bunks. There was only about a meter of space between each bunk, all clearly marked with numbers.
They successfully located their corresponding bunks based on the numbers on their slips.
Some classmates, noticing someone had entered, instinctively glanced over before wearily lying back down. A few had fallen into a deep sleep, emitting soft snores. Overall, the room was quiet, with only the occasional rustle of sheets and the sound of breathing.
Yan Qing wanted to catch a bit of sleep, so he sat down slowly to untie his shoelaces, neatly placing his shoes at the foot of his bed before covering himself with the blanket and preparing to sleep.
However, Qi Qiuluo tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Seeing that Yan Qing had closed his eyes, he quietly took out his phone to play with it. As he played, drowsiness began to creep in.
Suddenly, in his dream, he screamed loudly, "Ah! Don’t come looking for me! I didn’t kill anyone! I don’t know how she died! Don’t come looking for me!"
Yan Qing was jolted awake by the unexpected commotion, his heart racing. Qi Qiuluo was trapped in a nightmare, his face contorted in pain as he clutched the blanket tightly, his knuckles turning white.
The surrounding classmates were disturbed by his outburst, and some began to complain impatiently. Yan Qing gently tapped him on the shoulder, causing Qi Qiuluo to snap his eyes open, fear evident in his gaze.
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