Ju Long

That night, Jiang Cheng slept unusually well. The events of the past period had left him utterly exhausted; he hadn't rested properly in a long time.

The fatty, however, who slept outside the bedroom, suffered from insomnia.

Every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was Wang Qi's face. Wang Qi was dead, yet their consciousness was still trapped on that strange bus.

He raised his arm, the jade disc on his wrist. His vision blurred, and through the small hole in the center of the jade disc, he seemed to see Wang Qi standing alone on the bus, only his back visible, as the bus pulled further and further away from him.

No matter how much he chased or shouted from behind, Wang Qi never looked back.

"Even if I have to tear that damn bus apart, I'll bring you home," the fatty clenched the jade disc, his fists, the size of sandbags, creaking.

The next morning, the fatty tiptoed downstairs, bought breakfast, and then went upstairs to call the doctor down to eat.

"Doctor, you'll have to make do with this today. The breakfast street at the end of the alley is closed. I had to walk a long way to find a place selling breakfast," the fatty said, sipping his soy milk. The taste of this place was really not up to par.

"Closed?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"That's right. I saw police officers on duty nearby, and the alley entrance was cordoned off. It's probably some kind of cleanup," the fatty explained. "Oh, and the mall next door, do you remember it? It's also closed. I saw a sign outside saying it's under renovation."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng frowned slightly. He knew the mall; it was called Julong Shopping Mall, of average size but always popular.