Infinite: Dawn Game

The changed Shi Yuan walked silently beside him, carefully observing the surroundings to see if there were any strange corners, cautious and careful.

"The dance floor is up ahead."

He Lingling said, "If we keep a low profile, we shouldn't be discovered."

Shi Yuan nodded slightly, her wisps of hair falling across her face, obscuring half of her features.

"Okay, I'll go first?"

He Lingling: "...No need for that, we can go together."

Shi Yuan kept nodding, just like a robot.

"it is good."

He Lingling: "..."

He Lingling suddenly missed Xu Han—if Xu Han were here, the tense atmosphere would probably be much more "enthusiastic".

She completely forgot that she always found Xu Han annoying and nagging whenever she saw him.

The word "good" appears far too frequently in Shi Yuan's writing.

Dance floor.

As He Lingling and Shi Yuan quietly approached the dance floor at the corner, they suddenly heard a burst of noisy piano music.

"..."

The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously lowered their breathing.

On the stage in the center of the dance floor, Wu Huimin, dressed in a white dress, sat on the piano as they had arrived, bowing her head and playing the music quickly. The music was high-pitched and intense, like twisted hatred or a violent storm of anger.

Wu Huimin's hands moved back and forth across the black and white piano keys, pressing down one after another, spreading out the music. Her black hair, blown by the sea breeze, cast a heavy, somber shadow over the surroundings.

"..."

He Lingling, standing in the corner, frowned slightly.

She was thinking about something... something she had been thinking about for a while.

How exactly did Wu Huimin die?

Thinking of the twisted neck and blood-filled eyes of Wu Huimin that she saw before leaving the dance floor... He Lingling couldn't help but purse her lips.

Is there any possibility that Wu Huimin and Angkor Wat are related...?

Shi Yuan, who had been quiet all along, suddenly stood up, startling He Lingling who was lost in thought.

"Shi Yuan?"

He Lingling whispered, "What's wrong? Did you find something?"

As she spoke, He Lingling looked around, but could only see Wu Huimin playing the piano and venting her emotions not far away.

"...It seems someone is coming."

Shi Yuan was somewhat uncertain when he said this, but he still said it:

"Maybe I'm just imagining things."

"Someone?"

He Lingling was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "I didn't hear anything—"

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Not far from the dance floor stage, several figures whose features were not clearly visible suddenly appeared.

The shape that was vaguely visible looked somewhat like... a distorted male physique?

"you……"

He Lingling turned her head in surprise, "How did you know?"

Shi Yuan lowered his eyelids slightly: "...I've seen similar situations before."

He Lingling: "???"

What do you mean by "I've seen similar situations before"?

What does this sentence mean?

"Huimin."

A flippant male voice rang in their ears, "Why are you playing the piano here so late at night instead of sleeping? Are you thinking about us?"

The piano sound ends with a sustained note.

With her back to He Lingling and the other woman, Wu Huimin slowly raised her head. She looked at the men slowly approaching from a corner in the distance and suddenly chuckled softly.

"think?"

Wu Huimin tilted her head with a grin, and as she laughed, the piano under her hands made a loud "clang" sound.

"Of course I miss you all..." Wu Huimin said with a smile, "I don't know how much I miss you gentlemen. I can't sleep at night and I cry every night. I wish I could be by your side every moment!"

The hatred implied in those words could almost pierce through the air and puncture everyone's eardrums.

"..."

He Lingling's brows furrowed even more deeply.