Not just the cadets, even the instructors saw it.
The skull stood on the cervical vertebra, not hanging and spinning around but trembling rhythmically. It sat quietly deep in the dim cave, like a silent watcher.
A few cadets were about to go to urinate together, and seeing this scene, they suddenly leaked a few drops.
According to the usual detective novel routine, by now a cadet should suddenly jump out to act as a narrator, quickly saying they suddenly thought of a bizarre legend about the resurrection of cave skeletons, or perhaps they had heard of local villagers having customs of worshipping skeletons, forcibly creating a wave of horror, insisting it was legendary murder, monster murder, or superpower murder…
But reality is so dull, the cadets couldn't even fart, and the instructors looked at each other, hesitating whether to step forward to check the situation.
"Speaking of which, where's Instructor Shirota…" someone in the crowd asked.
