Night had fallen. It was around 10 p.m.
Inside the villa, Ren Ye hunched over a desk, writing furiously.
His expression was intensely focused. Sometimes he paused to think; sometimes he calculated rapidly. At least a dozen sheets of scratch paper already lay scattered beside his arms.
Nearly two hours had passed since they returned from the zoo, yet he had not said a word to Yin Tiger or Xiao Shuai, keeping his head down and working on his own business.
Sitting in a nearby chair, Xiao Shuai grew a little anxious and secretly transmitted his voice to Yin Tiger. "We only have twelve hours to find Song Yi, total. Big Brother's state is worrying me a little."
Yin Tiger also glanced at Ren Ye, then gave an utterly explosive reply. "That's how skilled strategists are... My father looked just as crazed on the eve of his final showdown with his father."
"Whew!"
As the two spoke, Ren Ye suddenly straightened and let out a long breath.
"Big Brother, what did you figure out?" Xiao Shuai immediately asked.
Sitting in his chair, Ren Ye reached for the last sheet of scratch paper and murmured blankly, "That's right. There really was something extra...!"
"Big Brother, are you fucking trying to worry me to death?!" Xiao Shuai's eyes were so red he looked ready to devour someone.
Ren Ye turned to check the time on the wall and said with a frown, "There's not much time left. I'm going to contact the Heavenly Dao now, enter the Exchange Hall, and prepare to submit the complete set of Song Mingzhe's Autobiography Fragments. Look over the stuff on the desk yourselves."
"All right."
Yin Tiger nodded firmly. "We'll guard you."
Whoosh!
With that, Ren Ye slowly closed his eyes and began contacting the Heavenly