"What exactly are you waiting for?"
"The person I'm waiting for will be here soon."
Ji Li looked at Fang Shenyan, who was no different from a dead man, his gaze unruffled. After all this time, the two had finally met face-to-face—and under circumstances like these.
Walking had become extraordinarily difficult for Fang Shenyan. His body had long since reached its limit, yet even as he braced himself against the wall, he stubbornly made his way out of Room 409.
Time passed, little by little. Time, stretched ever longer, was also accelerating without cease.
Hou Guisheng's old pocket watch had given the Rose Hotel different rates of time flow, bringing forward events that should have happened much later by more than tenfold.
The moment these two met, the time had come for every secret to be revealed.
Everything concerning Ruru, Ruru's Mother, the Rose Hotel, and the ghost officers—the truths they had been unable to obtain over the previous nights, no matter what they tried—was casually spoken aloud as the two faced each other.
In the hotel and the ghost hole, the two representatives of the two groups, following two different paths, had finally converged, and all the truths had been laid bare.
Mei Sheng, a peripheral figure and Free Agent who had played no part since entering the Rose Hotel, asked only one question:
"How did you find out about all this?"
Fang Shenyan's eyes were deeply sunken. He turned back and gave "Xiao Qian," who was reclining on the sofa and about to fall into a deep sleep, a long look. Without answering, he walked out of Room 409 with slow, heavy steps.
"At midnight tonight, Ruru will officially make the shift change. That's also the last chance, but I have no way to survive."
As for when