Black Sis was in bad shape. The doctors were astonished by just how poor her health was after all the tests.
"She's like a ninety-year-old woman." That was the doctor's exact assessment. Black Sis's organs were failing.
Neither of them was admitted to the hospital. The man took them to Black Sis's private residence, not the house she shared with the fortune-teller and Liu Liangwang.
Only after hearing Black Sis tell the man where to go did Mo Xiaoling learn that she had another place in Minqing.
It was a high-rise apartment. Mo Xiaoling couldn't see what it looked like. She only knew they'd ridden the elevator for two or three minutes before arriving.
There were several locks on the security door. The keys turned several times, accompanied by a steady series of clicks.
When the door finally opened, Mo Xiaoling was helped inside and seated on the sofa. She was still wary and at a loss.
The man exchanged a few words with Black Sis, then was sent out to buy food and other necessities.
The door closed, and the room fell silent.
Mo Xiaoling could at least be helped to sit down. I could only rely on what little she sensed and imagine myself sitting on the sofa.
Black Sis suddenly spoke from across the room.
"Did you kill Old Madam Ma?" she asked bluntly.
Mo Xiaoling answered with a cold laugh, her voice full of malice.
"Ah Zhuang knows, doesn't he? You told him on purpose," Black Sis continued.
Ah Zhuang was the man. Mo Xiaoling didn't know his full name. Black Sis hadn't called him anything else, and when she'd made a call, she'd only said that name before dialing. It seemed that was all he was listed under in her contacts, too.
Mo Xiaoling didn't