When the two of them rounded the backstage area and reached a beam on the second floor near the theater roof, they finally found Zhang Jizu hidden there.
At that moment, Squinty Old Zhang was resting with his eyes closed. He looked as if he had been waiting for Cheng Shi for a long time.
Hearing the commotion, he opened his eyes. But when he saw Zhen Xin following Cheng Shi there, his newly opened eyes instantly narrowed shut again.
"So it really was you, Zhen Xin."
Zhen Xin studied Zhang Jizu thoughtfully, then nodded with a hint of surprise.
"So this is where my problem was.
Interesting. It seems the relationship between you two is far better than I imagined. Outdated information really does lead to oversights. I'll be more careful next time."
"?" Cheng Shi froze, forgetting all about asking Squinty Old Zhang for an explanation. He turned and shot Zhen Xin a sidelong glare. "There's going to be a next time?"
Zhen Xin chuckled softly. "Don't worry. I won't be impersonating you. I'll only be improving and taking precautions regarding my own impersonation methods."
"You'd better be..."
Cheng Shi's eye twitched slightly. He turned back toward Zhang Jizu. Neither of the two clowns spoke. They merely exchanged a glance, and it seemed as if they had already said a thousand words.
Zhang Jizu understood that Cheng Shi was asking, "What happened here, and where did Kraun go?" Cheng Shi, meanwhile, caught a trace of helplessness and resignation in Squinty Old Zhang's eyes.
It seemed that some force beyond mortal resistance had indeed disrupted his plan. Otherwise, among all the players present, there probably wasn't a single one who could make this deceased god-chosen hang his head so dejectedly.
Seeing the confusion in Cheng Shi's eyes, Squinty Old