I Believe You

"The other side."

Wang Qi nodded, "It's not just me who thinks this way, they all feel the same."

"Who are the 'they' you're referring to?" Jiang Cheng pressed.

"I don't remember their names. My mind is very chaotic. Whenever I think about these things, it gets messy," Wang Qi said. "We usually don't use names, we use codenames, numbers."

A name flashed through Jiang Cheng's mind, "Are you from Deep Red?"

"Deep Red?" Wang Qi pondered for a moment, his gaze deepening. After a while, he said, "I don't know, but those two words feel so familiar. I don't dislike them."

Jiang Cheng had always harbored suspicions about Fatty's identity. But just as Wang Qi had said, he also felt an inexplicable fondness for Fatty.

This was almost impossible for him.

He had also wondered if Wang Qi was lying to him, trying to gain his trust or distract him to get some advantage.

But his intuition told him that wasn't the case.

If he had truly wanted to set him up, the opportunities within the strange tales would have been far more suitable. After all, once they were out, he would have to face three people from his own side.

By any measure, he wouldn't have had an advantage.

Jiang Cheng forced himself to calm down and looked at Wang Qi, asking, "Do you have any impression of the name Pi Ruan?"

"No," Wang Qi answered decisively. "I don't remember many names. My mind only has some fragmented images, blurry and distant. If I saw the person, I might have an impression."

Jiang Cheng walked to the table and opened a drawer. Inside was a paper bag he had taken from the professor's studio. The bag contained rolled-up blueprints and a drawing pencil.

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

Jiang Cheng