Luo Bin's eyelids twitched violently.
The calm he had finally regained dissolved into turmoil in an instant.
When it came to tracking people down, Fourth Master Gray was undoubtedly the best.
If he said there was no scent, he certainly wasn't making it up.
"Did they wash themselves too clean?" Fourth Master Gray squeaked again.
Luo Bin closed his eyes briefly, pressing one hand against his brow and the other against his temple.
When he opened his eyes again, they were noticeably bloodshot.
Moving slowly, Luo Bin approached the door, opened it a crack, and peered outside.
Fourth Master Gray's faint squeaking sounded again. "The old fellow's in the room at the very end. They must have washed themselves too clean. I've only just realized-I couldn't smell the old fellow at first either."
Luo Bin stopped listening to Fourth Master Gray's explanation. He quietly opened the door all the way and stepped out.
His room stood in the middle of the row, with four rooms between his and Chen Hongming's at the far end, and five in the other direction.
His heart hung in suspense, and a powerful unease gripped him. Luo Bin took several steps in the other direction, approached the room next to his, and leaned toward the door to look through the gap.
The light was dim. No one was inside.
His eyelids twitched again, and sweat broke out on his forehead as he moved to the next room.
Through the gap in the door, he saw someone sitting quietly beside the bed.
It was a woman, sitting with her back angled toward the door, her beautiful hair hanging loose.
An assortment of grooming items sat on the table, along with a bronze mirror.
The woman gently rested one hand against her cheek, gazing into the mirror.