By the time Wen Ning got home, it was almost eleven.
The place looked the same as always, with hand cream sitting on the table. Only Zhang Siyu was gone. She had probably gone back to her room to rest.
He changed into slippers, took off his jacket and draped it over the back of a chair, then went to the bathroom to wash his face.
He turned the cold water on full blast.
His mind was still turning over what had happened with the elderly couple that night. Chen Mu. Third-grade Chinese teacher at Experimental Primary School. Suicide.
Less than six months after her parents died. But why?
He turned off the tap and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was getting a little long; time for a haircut. Still ridiculously handsome, though. What was he thinking about? How handsome he was, again.
He wiped his face with a towel and returned to the bedroom.
Wen Ning flopped straight onto the bed before reaching inside his clothes and pulling out the Jade Emperor's Golden Register. The thing had been flashing nonstop all day.
Ever since he had acquired it, Wen Ning had never properly studied it.
Then Xie Bi'an had come calling, followed by the business with the elderly couple that night. One thing after another, without even a moment to sit down and catch his breath.
At last, he had some peace. Leaning against the headboard, he held the golden register up before his eyes and examined it in the dim yellow light of the bedside lamp.
Wen Ning flipped back and forth through it. Most of the pages were blank; only the first few recorded what he had done recently.
There were no instructions, either. He frowned and flipped back to the latest page, then