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Even in the end, that student realized her calculations were incorrect and requested the academic office to verify her exam paper. However, she did not believe she was at fault; instead, she thought that the other student was being overly persistent and troublesome. The teacher did not blame or criticize her but merely reminded her to pay attention next time, and she listened earnestly. As for whether the other student's numbers were corrected in the end, she had not paid attention.
It was not until Shen Jianghuan reached this moment that she realized there were some things she thought she had forgotten but had actually kept in her heart all along. Even during quiet nights alone, she would unconsciously think of them. In this moment, she understood that it was her own conscience that had suffered. She should have corrected her mistake the first time it happened instead of indulging it; unfortunately, her awakening came too late.
In the silent square, the wind rustled through the trees, causing their branches to sway and whisper softly. The clear sky was tinged with a yellow and red hue, while a massive orb hung high above. The school's crumbling walls and tall buildings were cloaked in a layer of thick dust.
The Messengers sat huddled together, their faces covered in grime, their spirits low, and they remained silent. Ordinary people kept their distance from them. No one dared to break the strange silence. Only Ling Xingyuan occasionally let out a low sob, warning everyone of their loss; three Messengers had just fallen.
They felt ridiculous for their once arrogant selves. They had thought anyone could die and that it didn’t matter who was sacrificed, but they overlooked their own emotions. They were not cold-blooded creatures; watching their companions die left them feeling desolate, heartbroken, and burdened with guilt.
The Messengers wielded the power of life and death; their authority could not be challenged. Yet tragically, each of them had to face judgment unavoidably. One moment they were judging others as powerful overseers; the next, they found themselves judged and forced to become one of the wandering souls.
Messengers were saviors and bearers of hope, yet the price was their own lives. In the past, they had been fearless and unrestrained because no Messenger had died before them. Regrettably, they only now recognized the harsh reality.
The dead would ultimately become regrets, while those of us who survived still faced a difficult road ahead. "Everyone, please do not lose heart," Tan Ming broke the silence.
Only then did the Messengers pull away from the sorrowful and eerie atmosphere. Yan Qing glanced at him and acknowledged his words. He was not in a good mood and lacked the energy to ponder or dwell on Tan Ming's feelings towards him; all he wanted to know now was who would be next.
Just as Tan Ming said, they had only just succeeded in eliminating one murderer; there was still a long way to go. Qi Qiuluo scoffed slightly and remarked, "It's easy to say that; do we even have any leads left? Those who have been eliminated are gone; those who self-destructed are lost too. With Disciplinary Action upon Disciplinary Action, we might all die without ever identifying the murderer! And how much time do we have left? How many murderers are out there that we don’t even know about?"
Tan Ming spoke up, "We do have some ideas."
Qi Qiuluo looked at him, her gaze piercing.
Tan Ming continued, "I wonder if everyone has paid close attention to the voice of the system?"
Everyone thought back and found nothing strange about it.
"Doesn't it sound familiar?" Tan Ming prompted.
Only Zhang Liu and Fan Xiaonan looked surprised, their mouths agape. Fan Xiaonan was about to speak, but Zhang Liu cut in first. "The system's voice is identical to Wang Xiaoyan's!"
Both of them had encountered Wang Xiaoyan in the archives during Tan Ming's Time Rewind and had heard her voice.
Fan Xiaonan slapped his thigh. "Yes, that's exactly what I was going to say!"
Zhang Liu added, "The tone of the system is just like Wang Xiaoyan's; it's just that Wang Xiaoyan's voice carries more emotion, while the system's is cold and devoid of any feeling!"
Yan Qing was puzzled as to how the conversation had turned back to Wang Xiaoyan. "Wang Xiaoyan is a huge mystery!"
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