"Black Pupil Club."
"So there really is a connection."
Jiang Qiao crouched down and pressed around the wooden platform with his hand. Beneath the carpet, there was a very obvious uneven spot. He could feel something shaped like a bracelet. If his guess was right, there was empty space beneath it, and this was the entrance.
He did not touch it.
He stood up and walked to the back of the church. There was a small door there that led to the lounge and storage room.
The doorknob was already rusted.
It was not locked, either.
One push opened it.
Inside was a very small room with only a broken table and an empty bookshelf. There was another small door beside it. Beyond it was an enclosed space of only a few square meters, stacked with several bulging burlap sacks.
Jiang Qiao untied the rope around the mouth of one of the sacks.
It was full of clothes!
Men's, women's, adults', children's—most of the clothes were stained with blood, but the smell had long since faded. Clearly, they had been stored here for a long time.
He rummaged through them.
In the pocket of a child's denim vest, he felt a pink plastic hair clip.
"Heh."
Jiang Qiao laughed, his eyes turning cold.
He put the hair clip back, checked the time, and saw that it was already two in the afternoon.
"Time to go back."
"Maybe there'll be something waiting for me tonight."
He muttered to himself.
By the time he returned to Tom Inn, it was already after four in the afternoon.
Tom was sitting at the front desk reading the newspaper. When he looked up and saw Jiang Qiao, he smiled warmly. "You're back? What did you think of the church?"
"Just a broken-down building."
"Nothing