"I found them the first time I came here."
As Fu Qian admired the graffiti covering the room, Zhao Ran came in too and added coolly from the side,
"So these things have been here for at least a few months?"
Fully aware that Zhao Ran had been watching his reaction to these unusual symbols as he spoke, Fu Qian didn't bother hiding anything.
"A few months—but not necessarily in the same place."
This time, Zhao Ran actually shook his head.
"Oh?"
It sounded like there was more to it, so Fu Qian obligingly showed his curiosity.
"They move."
Though Zhao Ran tried hard to suppress it, Fu Qian could still hear a note of unease in his voice.
"They haven't moved. At least, I'm sure they've stayed in the same places since we came in."
Fu Qian understood that Zhao Ran meant the things seemed to be alive. Unfortunately, he'd never been one to be swayed by a dramatic expression, so he shook his head and pointed to a few spots.
You really are paying attention...
"That's not a contradiction. They don't move all the time. They change at certain points, and so far, there doesn't seem to be any pattern."
Zhao Ran's gaze turned somewhat complicated, but the next moment he patiently explained,
"I see. So we wait here and see when they move next?"
Unfortunately, that explanation wasn't very convincing. Fu Qian nodded rather perfunctorily.
"No need. There are other things you can look at."
Unruffled by the doubt, Zhao Ran snorted and walked right past Fu Qian.
"What is this?"
It wasn't until he reached a corner that Zhao Ran stopped and turned to look at Fu Qian.
"A window."
Fu Qian didn't mind the question being posed like a riddle, and his answer wasn't