Jiang Cheng looked up at the sky. Since the sunshine outside was still pretty good, he suggested taking a walk and getting familiar with the surroundings.
The Raincoat Man agreed. From the looks of it, he was the leader among the three.
"We're tired. Go ahead if you want." After consulting Jiang Zhao, Ouyang Huanbin said this to Jiang Cheng and the others. Then the three of them headed into the building.
Jiang Cheng didn't trust Jiang Zhao and the others, so he left the Fatty and Huai Yi behind to keep an eye on them. The Raincoat Man was also worried Jiang Zhao might pull something, so he called over two teammates and whispered a few instructions, telling them to keep watch over the others. Then Jiang Cheng and the Raincoat Man went outside.
The estate wasn't as large as they'd imagined. The farther they walked, the more they felt its desolation and decay. The garden was overgrown with weeds, clearly untended for a long time.
Before long, they found themselves beneath that crooked tree again. It was so large that several people would have needed to join hands to encircle it, but it had long since died. Only a few thick branches remained, slanting toward the sky. The whole place had the same feeling: an atmosphere of despair and grim desolation, like a black-and-white memorial portrait.
Puddles dotted the uneven ground. The dampness in the air suggested that it had rained not long ago.
His gaze happened to pass over a puddle, and the Raincoat Man suddenly shuddered.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Cheng asked, looking at him with concern. His seemingly earnest eyes studied the Raincoat Man's face.
"Nothing." The Raincoat Man took a deep breath. "I just remembered some unpleasant things from the past. They have nothing to