"Ji Li, Ji Li? Wake up. Your phone's ringing."
The midday sunlight failed to penetrate the thick curtains. The first room in the Seventh Branch remained as dark and quiet as night.
Half asleep, Ji Li heard someone calling his name. A moment later, he opened his eyes slightly.
"Good thing I was keeping an eye on things for you. Number Three's already slacked off and gone to sleep. Heh."
Second Personality had not appeared at all during the last mission. Ever since his earlier "return from the dead," he seemed to have rarely spoken during missions.
Of course, even Third Personality now mostly spoke only in the early stages of a mission.
After all, the ghosts Ji Li encountered these days were often immensely powerful, their abilities each stranger than the last.
Second Personality and Third Personality had no means of protecting themselves. They were merely souls, easily exploited by those unusual ghosts.
Ji Li was in his usual foul mood. After throwing back the covers, he sat on the bed and stared blankly for a long while, just as Xue Tingtao had.
Only when Second Personality reminded him again did he put on his slippers and pick up the phone from the cabinet.
After looking at the verbose message cobbled together from ordinary words, he casually put the phone back on the table, picked up his cane, and headed to the bathroom.
When Ji Li emerged from the bathroom drying his hair, he had already changed into a clean, neat set of new clothes.
They were new clothes, but their style and the way he wore them were exactly the same as before. The only difference was that they were "new."
By then, the doorway to Ji Li's room had changed.
His room had two wooden doors