"You be careful too tonight," Jiang Cheng reminded them. "Everything we've figured out so far is just a guess. None of it's been confirmed, and there could still be other variables."
Knowing Jiang Cheng had taken the hit for him this time, Huai Yi's lips trembled. He couldn't say a word for a long time. Jiang Cheng had reassured him that he'd be fine, but who could be sure of anything in a mission? No matter how strong Jiang Cheng was, he was still human, not a god.
Ever since they got on this bus, Huai Yi's door had been suppressed completely. Judging by their previous missions, the thing behind Jiang Cheng's door couldn't appear whenever it wanted, either.
Jiang Cheng patted Huai Yi on the shoulder and, feigning nonchalance, watched the Fatty and Huai Yi enter their respective rooms. Only then did he turn around and take a deep breath. After a moment, he stepped into the room that had originally belonged to Huai Yi.
The rooms on the second floor were all arranged much the same. Jiang Cheng gave the place a quick once-over, but aside from the old clock hanging in front of the wardrobe, he found nothing unusual.
In an inconspicuous corner, Jiang Cheng dug out a battered bag. Inside, he found several white candles that had already been burned.
1:55 a.m. This was most likely when the ghost would come for him.
A large standing clock had been placed near the entrance to the building's ground-floor lobby. It was still working, and they had adjusted the time on their phones to match it. The clock had chimed just as they came in, startling the Fatty.
There was still time. Jiang Cheng took out his phone and went over a few details with the Fatty and