Su Changxing was still dazed, unsure of what had happened; he closed and opened his eyes, and the little boy lay dead before him.
"It seems like there's a gap in the middle, is it because I forgot, or is it because... there's simply no memory."
He turned his head to look the other way down the corridor, where Huang Biao lay near the stairs, life or death unknown.
"It appears Huang Biao also has no idea what happened; he passed out at the same time when the little boy screamed."
Leaning against the wall, Su Changxing pondered for a long while before making a judgment: my body killed this monster on its own.
"If I were to tell anyone, they probably wouldn't believe me. It wasn't me who killed the monster, it was my body; so technically I did kill the monster, but in reality, I didn't."
With his head drooping, Su Changxing analyzed himself; this feeling is strange, as if someone was controlling his body behind his back, doing different things, like sleepwalking.
