"Who do you suspect?" Chen Qiang asked suddenly.

Lin Wan'er tilted her head to look at him. Their eyes met briefly, and Chen Qiang looked away uncomfortably. He was just curious; he hadn't expected...

"Who I suspect isn't important," Lin Wan'er said. "Finding out who it is, that's what's important."

The sky was already faintly bright. To avoid unnecessary trouble, everyone complied with Zhao Xingguo's request and moved the bodies of Pan Du and Linghu Yong into the room.

Of course, Zhao Xingguo then closed the door from the outside and joined everyone in the living room.

After all, no one could stand being around two corpses.

Seeing familiar people turned into corpses, and with such a bizarre smile on their faces, the contrast made Zhao Xingguo's back crawl just thinking about it.

Everyone was discussing the details of the mission in a desultory manner. Jiang Cheng held his phone, flipping through photos one by one.

The photos were taken by Luo He, and the backgrounds were all doors.

According to Huai Yi, these doors were to rooms inside the mansion, and the photos were pasted on the doors, disguised with decorative paintings.

Clearly, the people in these photos lived in the corresponding rooms.

In their lifetimes.

Jiang Cheng put away his phone and handed it back to Luo He. "Mr. Luo, you're truly skilled and bold. In such a critical moment, you even had the mind to take pictures of every door."

If it were an ordinary person, upon lifting the covers in the Feng family mansion and finding a teammate who had just been by their side lying in bed, they would probably have screamed in fright on the spot.

Even if they didn't, they would immediately flee, prioritizing their own lives.

But according to Huai Yi, Luo He and Fu Fu were the last to retreat from the mansion, about five minutes after they climbed out the window.

At the time, they had thought the two were being haunted by ghosts.

Not only that, but Luo He had also carried out the corpse of Linghu Yong, who had a bizarre smile on his face.

Now it seemed that Luo He had used that time to walk back and forth in the corridor, stopping to take pictures of the doors.

Just this courage alone made the others ashamed.

To this, Luo He only smiled, saying in a flat tone without targeting anyone, "I just thought these photos were important. They're helpful for us to confirm whether there are any survivors in the Feng family."

"As for being skilled and bold..." Luo He paused, raising a pair of deep blue eyes to look at Jiang Cheng, "I think we just made the right choice from a limited set of options. I think Mr. Jiang would have done the same."

"If Mr. Jiang and your friends weren't useless, that is," he added finally.

Hearing the last sentence, Fatty's goodwill toward Luo He vanished. Now, in his eyes, this was just a show-off, the detestable kind.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng seemed to be seriously considering this, stroking his chin. Suddenly, he raised his head and said, "Are you really a Watchman?"

Luo He was slightly taken aback.

"It doesn't feel like it. I know a few Watchmen, and you're... different from them," Jiang Cheng said in a very sincere tone.

Luo He seemed to become interested. Rather than worrying about being exposed, he was more interested in how he had been exposed.

He slightly clenched the black book in his left hand.

A strange aura spread around him, like a transparent shell. Fu Fu, standing beside him, also pursed her lips, and a sense of suppressed madness surged in her eyes.

"You have lower standards than them, and you talk rudely," Jiang Cheng said in a low voice, timidly asking, "You're not a temporary worker, are you? Recently, business is busy at the end of the year, and you were pulled in to make up the numbers."

"And then if something goes wrong, the leader will just pull you out to take the blame."

"The reason is that you haven't undergone pre-employment training," Jiang Cheng said quickly. "Or even more directly, say that you're re-employed persons with disabilities. Although you have all your limbs and look fine, you're the mentally challenged type, and then they'll try to gain sympathy, appealing to society to be more inclusive of you retards."

Hearing this, Fatty couldn't help but laugh. Trying to get the better of the doctor in words was a miscalculation. The doctor was petty, as all the neighbors knew.

To everyone's surprise, when Fu Fu, who was traveling with Luo He, saw her companion being insulted, she grinned, and a hint of schadenfreude suddenly flashed in her eyes.

Number 3 was a very special person within Deep Red. He was neither good at scheming nor aggressive, and he had a more peaceful state of mind than appearance.

It's just that communicating with people was a problem, often killing the conversation.

So, during meetings, Number 3 was generally not arranged to speak. Even if it was necessary, he was always the last one, and by that time, everyone else was usually getting ready to leave.

Fortunately, Number 3 never felt awkward.

But Number 3 was also recognized within Deep Red as the person closest to the Master. At least, his feelings for the Master could be seen with the naked eye.

"Step."

"Step."

"Step."

......

A strange sound of footsteps approached, occasionally mixed with the sound of a wooden stick hitting the ground. Everyone immediately became alert, shifted their gaze, and looked towards the door.

The sky outside had unknowingly brightened a lot. Although the window was closed, a hunched figure appeared through the window paper, approaching the door step by step.

"Knock."

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the door, followed by Liu the Cripple's hoarse voice, "Guests, are you... awake? Cough cough... It's dawn."

Liu the Cripple's body seemed to be in even worse condition than the day before. He coughed constantly, as if he were trying to cough up his lungs.

Everyone exchanged glances. Then, Zhao Xingguo steeled himself, quickly walked over, and replied in a lazy and impatient tone, "Coming, coming. What's with the big noise so early in the morning? It's not even dawn yet."

When the door opened, it was indeed Liu the Cripple's twisted figure outside.

He craned his neck, his gaze unnaturally looking inside, as if searching for something.

The others pretended to have just woken up, walking out of their rooms one by one in disheveled clothes. Among them, Fatty and Pi Ruan acted the most convincingly.

"What's the matter?" Fatty asked casually. "Is it time for breakfast?"

"It's nothing." Seeing that his view was blocked, Liu the Cripple withdrew his gaze, staring at them with a strange expression. "I just wanted to ask, have you been resting well lately?"

Jiang Cheng supported his chin, thoughtfully shaking his head and saying, "Not well."

Liu the Cripple immediately looked at Jiang Cheng.

"You don't know, ever since I've been staying here, I haven't been able to sleep soundly at night. Yesterday, I finally fell asleep, and I had nightmares all night long," Jiang Cheng said with lingering fear.

"What did you dream about?" Liu the Cripple urged.

Jiang Cheng shifted his gaze, suddenly staring at Liu the Cripple with a strange, thought-provoking look. "I dreamed of an old man, squatting in the corner, with his back to me."