So the script had five acts in total?
And although the events had been presented out of order, taken together, they still revolved quite closely around the theme.
Walking unhurriedly through the vast darkness of night, Fu Qian reached out at one point, and a snowflake landed in his palm.
At the same time, the notification that the mission was complete sounded in his ear.
The snowflake had not even had time to melt before this rather unusual mission came to an end.
As he silently offered his critique, Fu Qian had already appeared in the familiar Warehouse.
The curtain had fallen so briskly and cleanly that he couldn't help appreciating it all the more.
And as a cast member, in keeping with the spirit of loving whatever work one did, Fu Qian watched the events flash through his mind like scenes from a movie, quickly piecing them together into a coherent thread.
Since things could end this way, the last few questions could finally be explained.
For instance, why had Joshua appeared at the school?
Just as he'd suspected, after the party, the two assistants had taken him there.
Moving a corpse as large and burly as Joshua's couldn't have been easy.
Mr. Wolf's car had broken down again, and he'd refused to help transport him.
And given Batters' usual style, they probably couldn't count on him either.
The two assistants might not even have wanted to.
And whether they dumped him by the roadside or contacted his family, neither option would have worked.
In short, the guy with the high nose and Joe Schmoe were practically brothers.
They hadn't abandoned him, and they hadn't given up. When they were finally stumped, they'd come to their senses and carried him to the school, which was nearby.
With the weekend