Song Ning bent down and secured the dagger against her calf.
"Understood! They probably won't touch me until they find what they're looking for!"
Han Xiao stretched and raised his voice. "All right! Since we can't leave, you can sleep in tomorrow!"
"Okay!"
Song Ning went inside and shut the front door.
Zhou Yuanhang's door was still open. Seeing Song Ning come in, he walked to his doorway and said:
"I just looked around. Seems... there's no way to wash up, either! We'll have to make do!"
"Got it! As long as we can sleep!" Song Ning said.
She nodded to him and went into her own room.
Tian Mingfeng was already tucked into her bedding.
"Director Song! The kang is nice and warm! I didn't wait for you. I went to bed first!"
"All right! I'm turning in, too!"
Song Ning unrolled the other quilt, blew out the kerosene lamp, and lay down.
The two women, each accomplished in her own field, ended up sleeping on the same kang the very first time they met.
Only about a meter separated them, yet neither seemed inclined to talk.
Song Ning closed her eyes, not remotely sleepy.
All this time investigating! All this time suspecting! All this time speculating!
Now, of the two most suspicious people, one was lying on the same kang as her.
The other was in the room next door.
They had hidden themselves for so long, acting as though nothing were wrong.
Yet now they had both appeared in this remote mountain village!
Their reasons for being here were perfectly plausible, but she refused to believe it was a coincidence!
Since they were no longer afraid of exposing themselves, they would surely make a move next.
Whatever Chen Liang had managed to learn, they might already have