Memory

It was late at night. Jiang Cheng sat alone at a small table in the bedroom. The fat Huai Yi had already gone to sleep in the living room outside, and the former could hear him snoring contentedly.

As if worried about attracting attention, he didn't turn on the overhead light. He only switched on the tiny desk lamp.

His shadow stretched long across the floor, but Jiang Cheng could feel that the presence within it had vanished.

Wu... should be resting too.

He carefully opened the bottom drawer and reached inside, finding a hidden latch by feel. Behind it was a well-concealed compartment.

He opened the wooden panel covering the compartment and took out a few bundles of cash. He casually set them on the floor, then reached back in and felt around until his fingers found a notebook.

The cool moonlight spilled through a gap in the curtains, coating the room in a layer of silver frost.

Jiang Cheng lay on the mattress with the blanket pulled up to his chin. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady. He was already asleep.

Everything in the room was hazy and peaceful, but a closer look would reveal a sight that sent a chill down one's spine.

A shadow lingered on the wall right beside Jiang Cheng.

It stared at the person on the mattress, and a complicated look appeared in its blood-red eyes.

Jiang Cheng was asleep. It was certain of that.

As the shadow turned hazy and then reappeared, it was standing in front of the small table.

After a moment's hesitation, it imitated someone's movements, slowly opening the drawer. Then it found the compartment and took out the bundles of cash, searching until it found the little notebook.

The notebook had been hidden far more carefully