After seeing the message, Jiang Cheng stood up and took the Fatty back to the building. They briefly checked each floor, but to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, they didn't touch any of the closed doors.
Soon, the Fatty's phone buzzed again. "I see you. I'm in the third-floor study. He's got his eye on me. Your room is the fourth door from the end on the left side of the third floor. I checked it out; it's a good spot."
Jiang Cheng took the Fatty's phone and replied, "Got it. Don't interact with us once you're back in the bedroom, or he might get suspicious. Think of a way out. I know what to do next."
"Pleasure doing business with you." Another message appeared on the screen almost immediately.
The Fatty had a thousand questions, but out of trust in the doctor, he didn't ask any of them. He had a vague sense that something big was about to happen—and someone was about to have a very bad time.
When they returned to the bedroom, everyone else had also begun trickling back. Judging by their expressions, they had all found somewhere to hide for the night. Jiang Cheng had to give them credit: while he was making his rounds, he hadn't noticed any of them.
Of course, that was partly because he hadn't searched very carefully. Besides, they were wary of one another, too.
Zhang Shiwei was the last to return. A small leaf still clung to his shoulder, suggesting he'd probably chosen a hiding place in the yard outside. "Sorry I'm late."
Luo Tianhe glanced at him and smiled faintly. "It's fine."
Luo Tianhe was the solemn, unsmiling type. The Fatty vaguely remembered him saying he was a diviner. Seeing him smile now made the Fatty very uncomfortable.
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