Jiang Cheng rubbed his chin, looking doubtful. "That's what you think?"
"Exactly, Doctor!" The Fatty suddenly felt respected, and it seemed their thought processes were finally on the same wavelength.
"You think this is an illusion, and Yu Chengmu and A Biao aren't inside?"
"They're not!"
"You're sure?"
"Absolutely!"
"Good! In that case... let's hurry inside. They're definitely in there. Come on, pick up the pace!" Jiang Cheng waved his hand and charged in first.
Wu followed closely behind the doctor.
Du Moyu came next.
The Fatty was left standing there, completely bewildered.
"Wait for me!"
Not long after entering the courtyard, they were surprised to find that all four side rooms where they had stayed before were lit. It looked as though someone had lit the candles inside ahead of time.
Wu's figure disappeared, and Jiang Cheng got his shadow back.
Seeing that the side rooms were all lit, Du Moyu couldn't help feeling uneasy. "What's going on? There can't be someone in every room."
Jiang Cheng, however, wasn't bothered. If there were any danger, Wu would have dealt with it first, so he figured the Wu Family Mansion—and their rooms—were safe.
Du Moyu naturally followed Jiang Cheng to their side room. He pushed open the door, but no one was inside.
A candlestick sat on the table, a white candle burning faintly atop it.
What really caught their attention was a letter tucked beneath a teacup.
The village chief had left it. Its contents were disjointed, jumping from one thing to another, and gave them a headache to read. It seemed to have been written in great haste.
Jiang Cheng pieced it together roughly. The village chief had somehow had a sudden burst of insight, and his intelligence had abruptly reached new heights. He'd belatedly seen through the