On the night when the school closure notice was issued, all dormitories of Jianglin University received the same message:
Wait where you are and do not leave bed.
Lin Chi originally just wanted to survive the night and contact his lost sister Lin Wu. But the sensor light in the corridor on the seventh floor turned on, and counselor Zhou Mingyuan's voice sounded outside the door.
"Lin Chi, open the door, the teacher will check your bed."
The problem is that Zhou Mingyuan's group messages stopped an hour ago.
What's even worse is that the "teacher" outside the door answered incorrectly with details that only his class knows.
Soon, the fever list, the locked door, the empty dormitory room, and the broadcasts that repeatedly lied were suppressed one by one. Some people believed the gathering notice, some hid fever-reducing medicine, some pushed their roommates out of the door, and some saw names on the list that shouldn't be there.
The infected do not roar like monsters.
It will knock on the door.
Will swipe the card.
It will use a familiar voice to call you out.
Lin Chi has no system, no superpowers, and is not a savior. He is just an errand boy who is familiar with the campus roads. He had to take his roommates out of the dormitory to survive, find his sister, and figure out one thing before his cell phone battery ran out and water and medicine became less and less:
Is this school protecting them or observing them?
