Holding the sheet of paper, Mount Luoyun nodded. "I'll arrange for people to investigate. As soon as we have any results, I'll let you know. Get some rest. Tomorrow, we'll head into the mountains together."
Mount Luoyun presumably still had plenty to take care of. After a few brief instructions, he prepared to leave, saying they could speak to the person in charge here if they needed anything. The entire town at the foot of the mountain was under surveillance, so they could rest easy.
"Do you have any booze?" No. 2 suddenly asked.
Mount Luoyun had already stepped outside, but he stopped and slowly turned around. "We do. Someone will bring you some shortly. We have a mission tomorrow, so don't let it interfere."
No. 2 took off his incongruous cowboy hat and held it in his hands, smiling bitterly. "I feel empty inside. I can't sleep unless I have a drink."
It was clear that No. 13 wanted to stay with them. Of course, Jiang Cheng knew it had nothing to do with him; No. 13 simply couldn't bear to leave the Fatty. But it seemed No. 2 still had a few things to discuss with No. 13, so No. 13 was taken away, very reluctantly, to sleep in the room next door.
Perhaps at No. 2's request, the "landlady" they'd met earlier knocked on their door and brought them some drinks. She had red wine, white wine, and beer.
The sight of the drinks brought back memories for the Fatty: the little room in the studio, where he, the Doctor, and Huai Yi had drunk and bragged together. The scenes flashed through his mind, frame by frame, as if it had all happened yesterday.
Who knew when they would meet again? Perhaps... perhaps, for him, that day