Passerby A's frantic shouts were still coming from a distance—not too far, not too near—and judging by the noise, it seemed he might have rolled a few times on the ground, so I'm the Best in the World knew that this hand was definitely not his.
A cold, somewhat stiff sensation was transmitted from the hand in his grip, and he knew it was the hand of a corpse.
He didn't linger too long on the feeling; I'm the Best in the World trembled as he moved his hand away from the other cold hand.
How could a corpse suddenly appear? Is there someone else in this room besides Passerby A and myself? Given the many accidents that had happened in this instance, he had become somewhat numb.
He was not in the mood to fear the suddenly appearing corpse in the room; he just wanted to figure out what was happening and understand if he could still survive.
"It's the Moron Group," a female voice suddenly emerged from the darkness as he was lost in his thoughts about an uncertain future.
