Lu Sheng looked at the boy silently for a while.
"Ah Sang, what're you doing here?" Luo Di's voice suddenly reached him from behind.
His voice came abruptly. Lu Sheng did not even notice him getting near.
He started. Turning around, he saw that Luo Di was reaching out to pat his shoulder.
"I saw something in this classroom, and I came to take a look," Lu Sheng replied casually. He pointed at the interior of the classroom behind him.
However, his voice barely faded when he turned back to look. The classroom before him was pitch-black and empty. There was no little boy, and no television. Even the battered, neatly arranged tables and chairs were scattered all about the floor. There was a thick layer of black dust on the floor.