Inside the dim room, the light was so faint that it could barely outline the shapes of objects.
A middle-aged man in his fifties lay quietly on the bed, immersed in sleep.
Outside the window, Night Scene was as dark as ink. A few clouds drifting in from afar obscured the moonlight, leaving the entire world steeped in a quiet yet oppressive atmosphere.
Suddenly, a burst of hurried, disorderly footsteps rang out in the corridor outside the room, shattering the night's tranquility like war drums.
The footsteps approached from far away. In an environment like a prison, they made one's heartbeat accelerate involuntarily.
Before long, the footsteps came to an abrupt stop outside the middle-aged man's room.
Wu Zhihua stood at the door, raised a finger toward the tightly shut room, and said, "The person you're looking for is in here."
The hooded man nodded, then took a key from his pocket.
The key glimmered faintly beneath the dim light, as if it contained some mysterious power.
He inserted it into the lock. A soft click sounded.
The room door slowly opened, and a stale breath of air rushed out.
Wu Zhihua looked at the key in the other man's hand in surprise, pondering inwardly.
The man had used this same key to open his room earlier. It seemed that the key was a spiritual artifact capable of fitting any door.
Otherwise, how could different doors possibly be opened with the same key?
The hooded man said nothing. He opened the room door and strode inside.
The room was dark and unlit. Only the faint light filtering in through the window barely illuminated his vision.
At a glance, he saw He Jinxuan lying on the bed. The other man was sunk in deep sleep, utterly unaware of everything happening outside.