"They were the axe-wielding thugs I had just seen in the 'dream'!"
They were all dead, and their deaths were incredibly gruesome—all beheaded, with severed hands and feet scattered everywhere.
"Who did this? It can't have been me, could it? Could the dream I just had really have seeped into reality? Was I killing people in the dream?"
Xu Shu's heart skipped a beat with horror.
But he quickly dismissed the possibility.
After all, he was clean, without a speck of blood on him!
Besides, even if he had acted in the dream, he hadn't laid a finger on these weaklings.
"Good thing I didn't go inside; otherwise, I'd never be able to clear my name, even if I jumped into the Yellow River!" Xu Shu thought to himself.
Then, without touching the door again, he quickly walked to the stairwell and made his way to the foyer.
"There's no one in your supervisor's room," Xu Shu said calmly.
