"I will send you off one last time" [Global Examination]

[30] Guess Who I am: Diary

"I'm a little confused..."

Chen Bin pointed at the gravestone and whispered, "What does this mean?"

At this point, the middle-aged man seemed to be muttering prayers to himself, and had not actually been paying much attention.

You Huo didn't immediately answer.

He took a few steps and moved to another location that was dug up by a pair of ghost arms.

A second gravestone was revealed.

The gravesite where past examinees were all buried...

A whole plot of land set aside in this sadistic, examination center... an examination center with a passing rate of almost zero...

Was this some kind of cruel joke? Stumbling upon this place right after they dug You Huo out of a fucking coffin...

Name: Chu Xiaonan.

Examination ticket number: 860575-04221703-1124

I will always miss you.

Gravestone was set up by: Villager B. Address: Chars Village, house number 2.

On the photo was a woman with an egg-shaped face. She had her hair in a high ponytail and wasn't smiling. She looked both refined and capable.

If you let down her hair and messed it up a little, added a thick scarf, coupled that with a long winter coat that went down to her knees and also included a set of cracked, pale lips...

It was that woman who was always smashing the ice by the river.

Everyone's expression turned even more ugly.

From the pictures, they could see how bright the light in their eyes were.

So full of life and vitality... determined examinees all fighting for their lives, refusing to let the System get the better of them... now reduced to nothing but husks of their former selves, trapped in an endless cycle of smashing ice and chopping off limbs...

Their own names had been ripped away from them, replaced with commonly used alphabets that reflected nothing about the people they had once been. Their identities and memories torn away, and now, they were left with nothing, not even their own severed limbs.

How depressing was this examination center?

They stood there in silence for a moment. They then all began to dig.

The third, fourth, fifth...

The area they searched grew broader and broader, and more and more gravestones were exposed. There were so many, they couldn't help but feel their scalp go numb.

Everyone's eyes widened as more and more and more gravestones were unearthed...

Gods... how many fucking people had died in this very examination center?

This exam center, where sewing or not sewing brought about death...

Where the bodies of the Black Widow's family weren't buried under their graves...

Where the language used was so fucking uncommon that in the six years the System had been running, maybe only one person would know how to speak Romani out of the hundreds that had fallen here...

One after another, they uncovered familiar faces.

For example, the two other villagers who regularly went to the river, and also the village chief...