Finally, they all left.
Only the Ghost Prisoner remained, standing still, staring at his own hands, not moving at all.
"Am I... really dead?"
Bai Zhi'er looked at him, pointing to the corner where a skeleton wearing prison guard clothes lay.
"Over there."
The Ghost Prisoner turned his head, and the darkness before him seemed to be instantly lifted.
He saw his own remains.
The Ghost Prisoner slowly moved forward, crouched down, and saw a wallet of indistinguishable color at the edge of the now tattered clothing.
It was embroidered by his wife.
He had always carried it with him.
The Ghost Prisoner realized he had already passed away, and whether his wife was alive or dead remained unknown.
He held his head in his hands, completely broken.
"How could this happen? Lord Inspector clearly said to guard this place well, and if I could make a contribution, I'd be promoted after these people were released."
