The Old Road (28)

Compared to Lei, Cartman looked considerably more haggard. He was covered in soot from head to toe, and more than half his hair was gone.

Of course, he still carried himself with composure.

At Jones's call, he tossed aside the thing draped over his shoulders. He didn't speak right away, instead studying the dense crowd of people fighting the fire, lost in thought.

Clearly, as someone who'd appeared unexpectedly, he hadn't been as mentally prepared as Lei. Perhaps he'd thought the fire had been set to smoke him out.

"You've been up on the mountain this whole time?"

A missing person had suddenly turned up, but Jones showed no excitement. He'd remembered the conspiracy Lei had mentioned earlier.

There was no mysterious killer—just infected people who'd gone mad?

That meant Cartman had definitely escaped from his room on his own. In fact, his appearance supported that: aside from looking haggard, he had no serious injuries.

Cartman didn't answer Jones's question.

As he looked around, he spotted Mrs. Harold on the ground. For a moment, his gaze nearly froze.

"Don't be nervous. Lei already admitted he hit and killed Mrs. Harold. You don't need to keep giving false testimony."

Seeing his reaction, Fu Qian offered a smiling reassurance.

"Of course, he doesn't look to be in a good state of mind, so you'd better keep your distance."

Fu Qian was probably the one who understood best why Cartman had run away.

As he'd analyzed earlier, the repeated shocks had brought out Cartman's "Superman" state.

He'd only come here on vacation, but on the very first day, his friend had hit and killed someone, then asked him to keep it secret.

That might not have been a big deal on its own, but before long, his girlfriend, who also knew what