Late at night.
Inside the inspector's dormitory.
The powerful air currents sweeping through the sky continuously slapped against the window, making a snapping sound.
This caused the face of a sleeping man with a hooked nose inside the room to contort, and his eyeballs under his eyelids to roll around constantly, as if he was having a nightmare.
Chason stood inside a building without doors or exits, resembling a labyrinth; he had given up on escaping.
He had tried many times to leave but could not escape.
But now, he had finally regained some clarity.
"I stumbled in here in a daze, earlier I almost couldn't control my own body or memories, and now... I've finally remembered, I'm sleeping, I'm dreaming, Li Wei, get out!"
Snap, snap!
The sound of clapping rang out, and Zhong Shenxiu slowly emerged from the dream: "Worthy of being an inspector, your control over your own emotions and your ability for calm analysis are quite remarkable."
