Then everyone hurried back to their rooms. The girl crawled under her blanket and turned on all the lights in her room, while the boy concentrated fully on sensing every movement around them.
"Who did it? Who the hell did this?"
Chen Cang paced around the room with a grim expression, clapping his hands, "The method was too brutal; they just twisted Mo Hongsheng's head off. That's not scientific!"
"I don't understand either. Mo Hongsheng had the least contact with us. If it was really Tang Ming's enemy seeking revenge, why kill him?"
Hua Yingjie, hiding under the covers, looked puzzled.
"Do you need to ask? We were all together except for Mo Hongsheng; he was the only one alone."
Chen Cang shot Hua Yingjie a glance, filled with remorse: "If I had known, I should have dragged him along to swim. That way, nothing would have happened to him."
"The enemy is in the dark while we are in the light. You can't be blamed for this."
