The real situation was clearly worse than Fatty had expected. The footsteps behind them were closing in, and with increasing accuracy.

The last time, Fatty had barely hidden himself when the footsteps stopped right next door.

If Wang Qi hadn't reacted quickly, pulling Fatty behind the door, they would have run right into the ghost.

Wang Qi pulled the still-shaken Fatty, his face grim.

Although the frequency of the footsteps hadn't changed, still casual, the speed was almost as fast as their brisk walk.

At this rate, they would be caught in less than ten minutes.

No, not him, but… Wang Qi turned to look at the person next to him.

Number 10.

The ghost was looking for him.

He couldn't demand that Jiang Cheng find clues and end the mission immediately, because he couldn't do it himself.

But if things continued like this, Number 10 would be in danger.

There was no choice…

The ghost was closely following them. Fortunately, Wang Qi led Fatty across a row of desks and chairs, then quickly moved the desks and chairs, disrupting their positions, hoping to buy more time.

At this point, Wang Qi had only one choice left: what Jiang Cheng had told him.

Wang Qi looked at Fatty, a hint of reluctance in his eyes, but Fatty didn't seem to notice. Instead, he quietly comforted Wang Qi, "Don't be afraid, we'll circle around a few more times, and the doctor will definitely find a clue. It's almost over, it's almost over, don't be afraid."

"Come with me." Wang Qi patted Fatty's still-shaking leg and said softly.

Fatty blinked. "Where to?"

Wang Qi didn't answer. Fatty followed Wang Qi, the path becoming increasingly familiar. He had definitely been here before, until he saw the deep, dark corridor.

"The women's shower room?" The impression it had left on him was too deep; he had almost died here. "What are we doing here? Quick, let's go!" Fatty reached out to pull Wang Qi.

But Wang Qi dodged and grabbed Fatty's wrist instead. "We'll hide in the shower room." Wang Qi looked into Fatty's eyes and said softly, "It'll be okay, trust me."

Perhaps it was the light in Wang Qi's eyes that moved Fatty, or perhaps the approaching footsteps left him with no other choice.

In any case, in the end, Fatty followed Wang Qi to the place he least wanted to go.

Once inside, seeing the dark stalls, Fatty felt uncomfortable all over. In his eyes, they looked like small coffins.

Nothing good ever came from going in there.

He was pulled along by Wang Qi to an inconspicuous stall. Wang Qi lifted the curtain and told Fatty to hide inside. "Don't make a sound."

Fatty had assumed that Wang Qi would hide with him, or at least nearby, but Wang Qi's last look made his heart tremble, filled with reluctance, but even more with a sense of acceptance.

"Where are you going?" Fatty rushed out and grabbed Wang Qi's wrist.

Wang Qi patted his hand, comforting him, "I've found a clue. I can move faster alone. I'll lure it away. You just…" Wang Qi paused, then smiled at Fatty. "Number 10, you must take care of yourself."

"You're lying to me!" Fatty didn't let go, grabbing Wang Qi's other hand and clutching his clothes tightly. "You can't do anything, can you? The doctor… the doctor hasn't found any clues either. You… you're all lying to me, aren't you?!"

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Arguing here was undoubtedly dangerous. Perhaps the ghost had sensed their intentions, because its speed had slowed down in a rare occurrence.

But it wouldn't be long before it came in.

There was no time to waste. He still needed to prepare. Wang Qi looked at Fatty, whose eyes were red, and finally reached out and placed his hand on his head, just like he had done before.

But this time, Fatty didn't feel as relaxed as he had when he heard the sound. The moment the palm touched him, all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away.

He could feel himself falling helplessly backward, toward the stall. Wang Qi supported him, making sure he didn't hit anything, and let him lean against the corner of the stall.

He brought his legs together and arranged his arms in a comfortable position.

His hands rested on his knees, his whole body curled up in the stall.

From the outside, he was completely invisible.

Fatty couldn't speak, he could only stare at Wang Qi with red eyes. After Wang Qi finished all this, he squatted down, right in front of Fatty.

Fatty noticed that this man was also crying, and he could actually feel the complexity in Wang Qi's eyes.

He was the same kind of person as the doctor.

Someone who was good to him.

Even though he couldn't remember him.

Reaching out both hands, Wang Qi patted Fatty's shoulders, then touched his face, and finally his head. "Number 10, no matter what happens, don't be sad. I will always be by your side, we all will. Our home is still there, and… and there are other family members, waiting for you to come home."

After saying this, Wang Qi lowered his head, but only for a moment, before raising it again, his eyes full of encouragement. "You must live well!"

The footsteps outside were approaching the women's shower room. Wang Qi walked into the stall where Fatty had fallen earlier and used Fatty's phone to send Jiang Cheng a final message: "Zero, Number 10 is in your hands."

He placed the phone on the shelf in the stall, turned on the faucet, and water gushed out of the showerhead, instantly soaking him.

Almost at the same time, the black figure gradually approaching outside paused, its neck twisting stiffly, almost 180 degrees.

Through the gaps in its wet, long hair, a pair of resentful eyes seemed to be able to see through the wall, into the scene behind it.

Wang Qi waited until he was completely soaked, then turned off the shower, wiped his face with his hands, and calmly walked out of the women's shower room.

At the corner at the end of the corridor, a strange black figure was slowly squeezing out from behind the wall. Wang Qi straightened his clothes and strode towards the figure.

"An Esoteric Heart Demon, is it?" Wang Qi said, "Come on, let me see your skills. Use all your special moves. Don't leave any regrets in life, honey!"

As the distance decreased, the black figure in Wang Qi's eyes was constantly changing. At 25 meters, the figure gradually became stout.

At 20 meters, clothes appeared on its body, taking on the rough shape of Fatty.

At 15 meters, the thick ink on its face seemed to melt away, and Fatty's eyebrows and eyes began to emerge, vividly.

At a distance of 10 meters, Fatty's limbs began to coordinate, a smile on his face as he opened his arms and walked towards Wang Qi, his eyes red, as if he had met a long-lost brother.

5 meters… Wang Qi suddenly smiled, tears streaming down his face. He walked quickly toward "Fatty," and at the moment they met, he hugged "Fatty," resting his head on the other's broad shoulder, closing his eyes, and smiling through his tears. "Number 10, welcome home!"