We soon reached the entrance to Wuhan University. 

It used to be an imposing place, but now it looked deserted and lonely. I guessed Li Xiaoling’s suicide and the lip-sewing incidents had cast a shadow over the place. The people who were coming in and out the gate wore a gloomy face. They walked quickly, and none of them looked like they wanted to linger around. 

I followed Shiso and slowly entered the gate. 

“Show me your student ID cards!” shouted the security guard at the entrance gate as he held his hand up. 

Shiso took out a student ID card from his pocket and showed it to the security guard. The guard’s eyes then turned to me. 

I had to fabricate a story. “Uncle, someone stole my wallet while I was in the coffee shop with my friends. My student ID card was stolen, too.” 

The security guard scanned my face. 

I hurried to pull Shiso....