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The little western building didn't look very big, but that corridor was very long.

So long that people would begin to wonder if it there was something supernatural at play and you would never be able to get out.

Fortunately, it wasn't an endless corridor.

A few minutes later, 922 stopped his steps and opened a door. He pushed the bald man in and then locked it.

You Huo finally opened his mouth and asked: "What punishment?"

No. 154 was stunned for a moment. He said: "Solitary confinement."

You Huo: "........"

He felt that these group of people may be addicted to playing house.

He looked at No. 154.

154: "I'm not lying. It really is solitary confinement."

For some reason, despite being an invigilator, when he said this his voice changed slightly and it was a little tense.

"You're scared." You Huo said. "You were confined before?"

154 furrowed his brows: "What am I afraid of? You should be more scared."

When he finished saying this, he felt something strange under his foot. The sensation below the sole of his feet felt different. It seemed to feel a bit...…sticky.

He then heard the faint sound of water.

He looked down and saw a thick later of water seep out from under the door.

Inside the door was the bald man.

After being stunned for two seconds, he reacted. It was blood.

"Don't worry, you won't die." 154 said. He opened another door on the opposite side and took advantage of the moment when You Huo is in thought to push him in: "Make the most of your time."

When he was done, he slammed the door shut. From outside, there was the clattering of a lock being put in place.

You Huo heard his voice vaguely through the cracks between the doors: "They shouldn't be so harsh for just using the wrong stationery. Solitary confinement will only let you experience the most fearful things in your life. I'll pick you up after three hours.

On the second floor of the little western bulding, invigilator 001 sat on the arm chair with one hand supporting his chin.

On the table was a metal bird stand and a pitch-black bird sat on it.

His eyes fell onto the snow coated woods outside. While his finger rubbed the bird's head, there was no expression on his face. He was clearly extremely bored.

Invigilator 922 was madly complaining: "Fucking hell, he pissed himself four times on the way there. I say one thing, he pisses himself. I say another thing and he pisses himself again!"

No. 154 walked in shaking the paper in his hand: "Young girl! You wrote young girl yourself!"

He could no longer maintain his deadpanned expression. If you lent him 100x courage, he would even be brave enough to shove the note into 001's face.

Unfortunately, he didn't dare.

However, after the two of them complained for a while they noticed that the person in the armchair wasn't responding. He continued to look out the window.

"Boss? Boss?" 922 tried calling out a few times. Finally, he could only increase his volume: "Qin Jiu!"

Mr. 001 finally returned to his senses.

922 pulled 154 over to be scolded and quickly slipped back.

154: "......."

Fuck you.

Qin Jiu's eyes swept back and forth between the two of them: "I wasn't paying attention earlier so I didn't hear. Complain again?"

154 shook his head: "Forget it."

922 timidly walked up: "Boss....What's wrong?"

Qin Jiu raised his eyebrow: "What is that senseless talk?"

"No.....I just felt that you don't seem to be in a good mood." 922 said.

"I don't?"

"Yes....a little." 922 said: "Because you were dragged over to be an invigilator?"

"No."

"Then why..." 154 muttered.

"Speak louder. I didn't hear the second half." Qin Jiu glanced at him.

When he used his pitch-black eyes to stare at others, the others would always feel uncomfortable. Even if 154 and 922 had followed him for almost 3 years, they still couldn't get used to it.

154 once again shrank back. He cleared his throat and said: "I said...You are in a good mood so why did you drag someone who didn't violate the rules over? Isn't this a bit of a violation of the rules?"

Qin Jiu said: "I'm following the rules. He had 'ink' on his hands. Didn't you see it?"

154 was stunned for a moment: "Oh, I didn't see it...."

Qin Jiu rubbed the black bird's head and said: "Also......"

922 and 154 perked up their ears.

However, their boss continued petting the bird for another 10 minutes and didn't say the next sentence.

After a long pause, he said: "Forget it. It's nothing."

"...….."

The two subordinates almost died from suffocation. They didn't dare rebel and quickly slipped away.

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On the third floor of the small western building was a small attic. Inside there was a wall of screens which corresponded to each of the confinement rooms.

The experiences of the people in the confinement rooms would be projected here. To some certain extent, you could see a lot of their secrets.

But at this moment, there was a heavy lock on the door. No one came and peeked.

Two screens were lit up. One was the room with the bald man, and the other was You Huo's room.

The screen displaying the bald man's room was blurred with blood. Through the red film, you could faintly see a silhouette of a hanging figure and a deathly pale face.

As for You Huo's side, the screen was completely normal.

The screen displayed the original appearance of the room; three mirrors, a wall clock, a wooden table and chair, and that was it.

Three hours later, No. 154 came over to the confinement room with the keys.

He prepared himself to be hit by flying arms and legs but when he opened the door, he was stunned.

There was nothing in the confinement room and the cold-faced handsome guy who was confined in the room was asleep on the table.

With his arms covering his face, he looked like he was a high school student taking a nap in class.

The sound of 154 entering appeared to have woken him up.

He frowned as he opened his eyes and he looked at 154 before closing it again. With a look of annoyance, he lazed around a little more before straightening up and leaning back on the chair. He asked: "Done?"

154: "......................"

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