Morning.

I waited until Wang Miaomiao left the dormitory before getting up.

The dormitory is clean, and the dead roommate is gone.

My head is muddled.

I don't know how long I can stay awake.

I found that there are still many students in the corridor.

They are chatting and laughing, just like the lively day when they first arrived.

I saw Dong Mei downstairs.

She was walking past me, holding the arms of two roommates from Room 403.

Their expressions were stiff.

Although their words and actions were no different from ordinary people.

But they looked more like puppets, mechanically fulfilling the task of being a "student".

I stumbled downstairs.

I knocked on the door of the dormitory manager auntie.

"Auntie, can you give me another bottle of medicine?"

This is the only way I can think of.

The dormitory manager auntie saw me and was surprised: "Are you okay?"

Her gray temples were scattered with broken hair, and her eyes flickered with strange colors.

I nodded laboriously.

A voice shouted in my ear, "Leave! Stay away from her! Be careful, she will harm you!"

The dormitory manager auntie turned to the side, "Come in and talk."

I hesitated.

That eerie female voice echoed in my mind again, "Don't go in! She will kill you!!"

On the contrary...

I suddenly realized that its control over me was opposite to the truth of safety.

I stepped into Auntie's room.

The wailing female voice disappeared.

I looked at the dormitory manager auntie and burst into tears: "What should I do?"

Auntie gave me a bottle of medicine and a glass of water, asking me to drink it first to calm down.

I have taken this gray powder medicine before, and it does have the effect of resolving danger.

But I don't know if it will work this time.

I asked Auntie, "What are they exactly?"

Auntie calmly asked me in return, "What did you see?"

I held the mirror in fear, "Black shadows, and...white skin without faces, with two black holes for eyes emitting red light."

The dormitory manager auntie was not surprised, as if she had seen their true faces long ago.

"You can safely survive because you are a student who understands the rules," she praised me.

"Knowing the truth comes with a price. Are you sure you want to ask and find out?"

Her slightly sunken eyes were dark and deep, and I couldn't read her emotions at all.

"Will I die?" I asked.

The dormitory manager auntie shook her head, "No."

"Will I be eaten?"

"No."

"Will I become a confused puppet?"

"No."

"Then what is the price?" I asked in confusion.

The dormitory manager auntie pointed to the door, "You can choose not to ask the truth, leave here, and I hope you can survive till the end."

I recalled the experiences I had in the past two nights.

My roommate died and came back to life.

How can I live with a group of monsters?

The long night feels like a call from hell.

I choose to know the truth.

No matter how terrible the price, it's better than dying miserably in the dormitory.