"Fine, but I still can't figure out where the way out of this mission lies. And what's the purpose of that ghost opera?" Jiang Cheng's words were filled with helplessness.
Lin Wan'er saw his expression and replied, "I'm not entirely sure either, but I think the so-called ghost opera is definitely meant for the ghosts. In other words, it'll draw them in while it's being performed, so we have to stay away. Once it's over and their resentment has been appeased, we'll be safe."
"Let's hope so," Jiang Cheng replied.
"Remember, you have to leave the room before midnight and shake off the ghost pretending to be No. 10. Otherwise, you'll be trapped here forever," Lin Wan'er stressed. "I'll wait for you in front of the elevator on the right."
They didn't drag out the conversation. The two ended it at just the right moment.
Jiang Cheng reviewed the information he'd gotten from "Lin Wan'er." Then he deleted some of the more important details, leaving only what he needed, and prepared to carry out his next plan.
He slowly stood up and stretched his numb limbs. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly spotted a pair of slippers near the corner, not far away.
They looked like the eyes of an evil spirit, staring straight at him.
They were the fat man's slippers, but they should have been beside the bed. When had they moved over here? Jiang Cheng hadn't noticed at all.
His nerves of steel kept his expression unchanged. He picked up his phone and walked toward the bed. As expected, the fat man was lying on it, apparently fast asleep.
"Fatty." Jiang Cheng reached out and patted the fat man's shoulder.
The next second, the fat man jolted awake. He looked around in alarm. "What's