Leaving the captain's quarters, Duncan didn't go anywhere else, but turned around and grasped the handle of the "Door of the Displaced" again, then he pushed it open—
Zhou Ming returned to his own bedroom.
Looking around, the familiar scene entered his view; everything in the room was exactly the same as when he had last left, and it seemed like he hadn't been back here in quite a while.
Slowly moving beyond the entryway, stepping on the somewhat patchy and worn floor, Zhou Ming, as usual, first approached the tightly closed window. He checked the traces on the windowsill and confirmed the status of the window locks—although he knew in his heart that this was meaningless, he still carefully completed all the inspections and solemnly picked up the diary hanging by the window, writing down today's inspection results on the blank part of the notebook:
No changes in the windows and doors; this room has not been opened during my absence.