"Why did you suddenly ask about that?" Lei Mingyu looked at him and asked casually.
"It's nothing. I just thought that little thing was pretty strange. But when you get down to it, that Night Watchman was the suspicious one. I wouldn't be surprised if he was a ghost in disguise!" At the mention of the Night Watchman, Pang Xiaofeng's brows drew together despite having only just calmed down.
Du Moyu's expression turned subtle. He quietly sized Pang Xiaofeng up. Someone who had just escaped death had calmed down awfully quickly. And Pang Xiaofeng wasn't one of them—he was just a newcomer. Then, right after escaping danger, he'd been in a hurry to ask where the other object was. As Du Moyu put the pieces together, his throat bobbed. The terrible suspicion in his mind was slowly becoming reality.
After hearing Pang Xiaofeng's answer, Lei Mingyu nodded, turned around, and looked at Chen Hao and Du Moyu. "Xiaofeng has a point. That other little thing... where did you put it?" Lei Mingyu slowly blinked at them.
Chen Hao and Du Moyu understood. It seemed Lei Mingyu had also noticed something was off about this "Pang Xiaofeng." They didn't know how the ghost had managed it, but there was no doubt that it was impersonating him.
The real Pang Xiaofeng was already dead.
They'd made a terrible mistake. They'd actually let a ghost inside.
Chen Hao remained composed. He pretended to think in confusion for a few seconds, then looked at Du Moyu and asked, "Du Moyu, I remember you put the thing away. Where did you put it?"
"I..." Du Moyu immediately played along, patting himself down and checking his pockets as his mind raced to come up with a solution. They'd made a terrible mistake. Now they had to