William Clark shook his head. “I have no appetite.”

  Henry Grant was a bit surprised and laughed, “This isn’t your first time, so why does it seem like your reaction is even bigger than the first time you did that thing?”

  William Clark licked his lips. He didn’t know whether he should tell Henry Grant about the horror broadcast. Killing, death—these weren’t sensitive words for the two of them, or for this little club. But the horror broadcast was clearly something that went beyond normal people’s way of thinking. If he said it out loud, would the other members of the club think he’d already gone to a mental extreme—in plain terms, gone crazy?

  This was a club that had been formed for less than a year, with only four members in total, not much experience, even seeming a bit immature, yet they dared to set up a stage to do this kind of thing.

  So, if any one of the four had a problem, it would affect the other three. If they thought he had a mental illness that was out of control or even starting to hallucinate, how would they treat him?

  Sometimes, even William Clark found it laughable. Four young people, on a whim, formed this club. More than ten people’s lives had already been lost because of the club’s operations, yet the club still seemed so simple and loose.

  “That incident was ruled an accidental death, so you don’t need to feel any pressure. They didn’t even conduct any investigation or anything else. Even if you left traces everywhere near the nightclub like an old dog peeing, they wouldn’t trace it back to you.”

  “That’s not what I’m thinking about.”

  William Clark waved his hand, then picked up a towel and washbasin. “Sit for a while longer, I’m going to wash up.”

  Henry Grant nodded.

  In the public restroom, after brushing his teeth, William Clark submerged his whole face in a basin of cold water. Then he suddenly lifted his head, splashing water everywhere. He wiped his face with the towel, carried his things, and walked out of the restroom—just then, a short student bumped right into William Clark’s chest.

  William Clark took two steps back, while the short student fell straight to the ground, getting his clothes and pants wet.

  “Sorry, sorry.”

  The short student immediately stood up and apologized to William Clark.

  William Clark nodded, didn’t pay it any mind, and walked back to the dorm.

  In the dorm, Henry Grant was still leaning by the balcony, engrossed in a book on criminal psychology from William Clark’s desk.

  “You’re free today? You can just hang out here reading?”

  “Just happened to get an assignment.”

  “Interviewing students?”

  “Yeah, interviewing students.”

  “So you’re just killing time in my dorm?”

  “There’s not much to interview. Three cadaver teachers have gone missing from the lab in a row.” Henry Grant gave a wry smile. “I can’t just go around the school asking every student, ‘Hello, have you seen any corpses lately?’”

  While changing clothes, William Clark walked over to the window. Behind the old dorm building was the big sports field. At this time, he could see two police officers in uniform interviewing students on the field.

  “Everyone else is working, and you’re here playing around. This really is a dark, nepotistic society,” William Clark said.

  “Alright, my dear Young Master Su, can’t we just not laugh at each other? You know, I was forced by my dad. Every time I made a mistake growing up, he’d come home, not even take off his police uniform, and just whip out his belt to deal with me. That made me naturally afraid of and averse to the police profession. When I grew up, he forced me to apply to the police academy and become a cop. Ha, do you know what that feels like?”

  “It’s kind of like being forced to have sex with a female corpse who died in a car accident,” William Clark described.

  “Your analogy is disgusting, but it’s actually pretty accurate.” Henry Grant closed the book. “Three cadaver teachers are missing. What do you think is the reason?”

  “I’m not a cop, I’m just a student.” William Clark shrugged.

  “If you were just an ordinary student, I wouldn’t be here.” Henry Grant pulled out a cigarette, handed one to William Clark, then leaned on the balcony with both hands. “Emma said she wants to quit. Her family wants her to work at the British Embassy. You know, Brian Cooper only joined in the first place because he wanted to pursue Emma. Now that Emma plans to quit, he’s also showing signs of not wanting to keep playing.”

  A murder club founded entirely by thrill-seeking young people was now facing the prospect of breaking up.

  William Clark took a drag on the cigarette, and for some reason, started coughing.

  “Cough, cough, cough…”

  Henry Grant patted William Clark’s back to help him catch his breath.

  William Clark pulled out a tissue and wiped his mouth. “Maybe this is a pretty good ending. Our club already has more than ten lives on its back. Everything looks clean for now, but if you walk by the river often enough, your shoes are bound to get wet.”