Teacher Xiang smiled lightly, "It's not bad here."
Zhuang Zhixi pursed his lips, feeling a bit sad. He wasn't the type to easily open up to people, but he was very close to Teacher Xiang. He quickly asked, "When did you get here? Have you been here all along, or...?"
His questions were numerous. Teacher Xiang waved his hand, looked around, and seeing no one around, said, "Come to the basement level two in ten minutes."
He left first, and Zhuang Zhixi quickly followed behind. The basement level two was the morgue. Just thinking about it made Zhuang Zhixi's legs feel weak. He descended the stairs, feeling the cold intensify with each step. He took a deep breath and encouraged himself, "Zhuang Zhixi, you're a man, how can you be so scared? This won't do."
A burst of laughter echoed in the corridor. Zhuang Zhixi exclaimed, "Oh my god!"
Teacher Xiang walked over, amused and exasperated, "What are you afraid of?"
Zhuang Zhixi looked around and asked, "Is this where you work?"
