Although they said they were going to talk to No. 1, it looked more like they were going to send him off to his death.
"I'll handle this." Lin Wan'er leaned forward, returning to her former calm and composed manner. She tilted her head toward No. 13. "Your prophecies always come true ahead of time. How long do you think we have this time?"
No. 13's fingers trembled with nerves. He shook his head. "I don't know. I mean... I'm not sure. Two months, one month, or maybe two weeks... Any of those are possible."
"So before the prophecy comes true, we have at least two weeks. Is that right?"
Lin Wan'er held No. 13's gaze. To her surprise, he gradually calmed down, then nodded firmly. "That's right, sir."
"Two weeks is enough time for us to get to the bottom of this and make the necessary preparations. So don't panic. Haste breeds confusion; confusion breeds change; and change brings disaster." Lin Wan'er's gaze swept over everyone. Her voice wasn't loud, but everyone could hear her clearly.
"Understood." No. 3 clutched his black-covered book and nodded. He had always trusted and obeyed Sir without question.
After the meeting, everyone left one by one.
When the sound of their footsteps had faded, Lin Wan'er turned and walked over to an inconspicuous wall. A huge painting hung there, taking up almost half the wall.
She flipped a switch. The painting slowly rose, revealing a door set into the wall.
She pushed the door open and stepped inside. The enclosed space was lined with soundproofing material—on the walls, the floor, even the ceiling and the back of the door.
It was a room prepared specifically for this purpose.
There were no windows, and not even a table or bed inside. Only two simple