"But the building is out of water now."
"There must be a problem with the water supply system. The tap water is out."
"You still dare to drink the tap water? Aren't you afraid of finding a rotting zombie floating in the water tank?" A cold, mocking voice drifted in from outside the door.
The girl in the blue and white tracksuit looked disgusted. "That's vile! Who are you people?"
Song You'ai hurried forward. She glanced at the dozen or so people crammed into the classroom, then turned to a man beside her. He looked to be in his thirties, wore black-rimmed glasses, and had the air of a teacher. "Excuse me," she asked, "have you seen Song Shijun?"
"Song Shijun, from West City First Middle School. Have you seen him?"
Xie Ning clearly saw it—the moment her mother finished speaking, the eyes behind the man's black-rimmed glasses flickered unnaturally.
