The group stared suspiciously at the tour guide. "'Go for you'? You're not going yourself?"
The tour guide looked completely honest. "I noticed everyone who went out alone died."
Everyone: "..." Fine. That made a lot of sense.
Hattori Heiji, however, wasn't convinced. He was still frowning. "Then why not find someone to go with you?"
The tour guide was modest. "When it comes to fighting... I really don't have much talent. If someone was dead set on attacking, I'm afraid I'd only hold them back."
"..."
Though it sounded a little shameless, he was so open and aboveboard about being afraid of death that there really didn't seem to be much room to criticize him—especially since he had been cooking for everyone these past few days. Hattori Heiji's eye twitched wildly. He really wanted to say something, but in the end, after eating the man's food, he could only swallow it back.
At last, he sighed and looked toward Jiang Xia. "Let's go get it."
Though some of the people left behind weren't exactly honest, with so many people gathered in the living room watching one another, as long as he and Jiang Xia went quickly and came back quickly, there shouldn't be much of a problem.
Jiang Xia had no objections and nodded. And so, before long, the two high school detectives went out together and headed toward the small warehouse next door.
Their figures had only just disappeared when someone shifted restlessly on the sofa, looking very much like he wanted to follow them, but in the end, he did not get up.
Vodka stared eagerly at the front door. "..."
At first, he had also felt that "getting flour" was full of conspiracy. But now, Jiang Xia had actually gone.
...Then now, which place was truly