Tracking

For the next three days, Zhang Heng and Bai Qing took turns keeping watch on the funeral home. During that time, Zhang Heng slipped into the cold storage room once more and took another CT scan, confirming that the thing in the Fourth Ventricle was still there.

Its companions did not seem particularly anxious to take it back. Zhang Heng even began to wonder whether the thing had already died, since it had not changed position at all on the CT scan.

Besides, he was practically becoming a regular in the teachers' office. His grandfather rarely interfered with his affairs, but when Zhang Heng came home yesterday afternoon, even he had felt compelled to remind him about it. So Bai Qing had Zhang Heng give her his homework, and when they switched shifts early the next morning, she brought both breakfast and the completed assignments.

The girl was also very meticulous. She had even deliberately imitated Zhang Heng's handwriting, allowing someone to get through the day without incident. The teacher even went out of his way to praise him.

Sure enough, everything was relative. Zhang Heng had never received praise when he turned in his homework on time before, but after failing to do it for three days straight, returning to normal made the teacher feel almost flattered.

However, with no movement from the other side for so long, Zhang Heng began to consider whether there was a flaw somewhere in his plan.

After all, he had avoided every risk he could. But if more than half of human society had already been replaced by those things—if, like in his classroom right now, ten or twenty pairs of eyes belonged to them—then no amount of caution would help. Fortunately, that possibility was unlikely. Otherwise, those things would not need to