"Is the mission nearing its end?" Zhou Taifu frowned.
"It should be," Yu Wen said, looking up at the teaching building in front of them. A faint unease crossed her face. "We killed someone right under their noses, and no one reacted."
Two hours earlier.
Room 404.
"Doc," the Fatty said, watching in astonishment as Jiang Cheng pulled a camera out from under the bed. "When did you put that there? I didn't even know."
Jiang Cheng picked up the camera and tapped the screen as he replied, "My bad. Next time something like this happens, I'll give you a week's notice."
The Fatty: "..."
But after spending so much time with Jiang Cheng, the Fatty's ability to take a hit had improved by leaps and bounds. He quickly wriggled closer, without a trace of reserve.
"Doc, when are we leaving?"
"Wait a little longer."
"Time waits for no one." The Fatty was unusually anxious. He glanced out the window. It was already broad daylight, and the other groups had already set out. "Tomorrow at midnight is the deadline. If we still haven't found any clues by then..."
At that moment, Jiang Cheng's body suddenly shuddered against his will, cutting off the Fatty's next words.
The Fatty stared at Jiang Cheng and saw his face turn rather grim in an instant. "Doc," he asked with concern, "are you all right?"
After a long moment, Jiang Cheng silently lowered the camera, his expression returning to normal.
"Fatty," Jiang Cheng said slowly, "I know why no one died yesterday."
The sudden change of subject left the Fatty stunned for a while. It really wasn't a pleasant topic. He swallowed and asked in a low voice, "Why?"
Jiang Cheng handed him the camera. Because of the angle, it only showed the area from