July 11, 11:30 AM, Li Jing, Gu Yima Residential Area.
The rain subsided gradually, and white mist climbed up the room's floor-to-ceiling window like a gecko.
Ji Minghuan lay on the soft bed with his arm as a pillow, turning his head to gaze outside the window in a daze.
He stared at the cityscape shrouded in rain for a while, with no expression on his face.
With the sound of patter, bean-sized raindrops slid down the window, spinning toward the billboard on the street.
A blood-stained trench coat and mask were casually tossed beside the bed.
He sorted this morning's intel while using a restraint belt to put his uniform back into the cardboard box at the bottom of the wardrobe, sealing the box's opening with tape.
"The headmaster said: Those who took my substance and Kong Youling had a hexagram pattern on their uniforms."
