When they faced the Jiangtan University ghost story, Wu had been suppressed by the bus. Both the time he could appear and the help he could offer were limited. But in the Murderer scenario, even after the murderer had pinned down his shadow, Wu had brutally dismembered him. There was clearly more to the story, and Jiang Cheng couldn't help but ponder it.
The only explanation Jiang Cheng could think of was that Wu had gained some kind of benefit from the red scroll, which had greatly increased his strength and even allowed him to resist the bus's restrictions to some extent.
That made it easy to guess what was inside the scroll.
It was a contract representing a door.
And an extremely unusual door at that.
"What kind of door was it?" Jiang Cheng asked. "Who was its previous owner?"
But this time, No. 13 was unusually stubborn. No matter how Jiang Cheng tried to threaten or tempt him, he just kept his head bowed and said nothing. With the Fatty watching, Jiang Cheng couldn't very well do anything to someone who looked like a child.
There was nothing he could do. This wasn't the place to talk. With Wu gone, they had lost their strongest trump card, and the Night Watch were still lurking nearby. He called for the Fatty and Zhou Ze to hurry and leave.
The Fatty was about to carry No. 13, but Zhou Ze beat him to it. "I'll do it."
After all, the other man had saved him. Zhou Ze thought of the other benefactor, the one in the cowboy hat, who had been dragged away by a shadow, and felt a pang of sadness.
After quickly figuring out which way to go, Jiang Cheng chose a direction. "Follow me."
"Tap."
"Tap."