Everything Is Under My Control

They hadn't gone far when they spotted a table near the stairwell. It stood against the wall, with a few old wooden chairs scattered around it, probably for people to sit and rest.

What really caught Jiang Cheng's attention was the box on the table.

It was the very one the boy in the patient's gown had handed him on the bus!

Now Jiang Cheng understood: inside this gift box was a script called Rain Night Murderer.

Once opened, it would draw people into the world of the script—the endless rainy night.

"Mister Jiang." Xia Qiang looked toward the script and said, "I don't remember there being a table or chairs here before. These things must have appeared recently."

"The cycle has been broken." Jiang Cheng's brow gradually relaxed. More than Xia Qiang and the others' gratitude and promises, this was what he had most wanted to see.

"Exactly. Brother Fugui and I discussed it, and we came to the same conclusion. But..." Xia Qiang paused, his expression turning strange, as if he had encountered something he couldn't understand.

Seeing this, Feng Jie walked over and reached for the script box on the table. It looked as though he was going to open it.

Jiang Cheng's heart, which had just settled, lurched again. "Stop!" He rushed over at once. "Do you have any idea what you're doing?!"

Feng Jie froze too. It took him a moment to recover, but before he could say anything, the Fatty hurried over and grabbed Jiang Cheng. "Doctor, don't get worked up. This box... Take a good look at it. It's open. It was already open when we found it."

The Fatty's explanation was clearly more convincing. Jiang Cheng looked back at the script box right in front of him.

It was square, with an