After the bar incident, Fatty became even more diligent. During the day, he was either exercising or reading "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" to absorb knowledge. He diligently marked the parts he didn't understand and even compiled a notebook.

Taking advantage of Fatty's inattention, Jiang Cheng secretly flipped through the notebook, but after a few pages, he lost interest, curled his lips, and walked away, relying on his higher starting point to resume his days of eating and drinking.

But whenever he calmed down, Jiang Cheng would connect the events of this period and think. He believed that the current tranquility was only what was seen on the surface, and that the struggle had actually reached an extremely dangerous stage.

"Doctor," Fatty said, laboriously getting up from the ground after doing another set of push-ups, stretching his arms. "Has that bus forgotten about us? Why hasn't it come to pick us up yet?"

Jiang Cheng: "???"

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you clearly." Jiang Cheng thought this Fatty was either crazy or had been replaced by a ghost.

Fatty seemed to realize that his words were ambiguous, and he explained somewhat embarrassedly: "Don't misunderstand, Doctor. I just want to resolve the bus issue quickly. We have you for scheming, Wu Xiongdi for fighting, and now...now I've improved a lot. If we can resolve the bus issue quickly, they..." Fatty paused, looked up, and said with a smile, "The people on the bus can also go home earlier, don't you think?"

Jiang Cheng, who originally wanted to make a big deal out of Fatty's "scheming" comment, held back. After thinking about it, he pretended to be relaxed and said, "That's true, but this matter can't be rushed."

"But I have a feeling that the bus is coming soon." Fatty turned his head and looked towards the door.

Faced with such a Fatty, Jiang Cheng didn't know what to say, so he made an excuse to return to his bedroom. After closing the door, he sat at his desk. Huai Yi's letter was still hidden in his desk drawer.

He didn't deliberately hide it, because Fatty was a very measured person. Without his permission, he rarely even entered his bedroom, let alone touched his things, so he wasn't worried that Fatty would see the letter.

Regarding the bus, Jiang Cheng no longer had the fear he initially felt. In the bar's ghost incident, Wu had benefited greatly.

According to No. 13, the old man who was finally killed by Wu was the Chief Judge, a highly respected figure in the Night Watchmen and a very powerful guy.

Wu could kill such a guy, so his current strength was unimaginable.

Wu not only devoured the Chief Judge's door but also swallowed the guy who triggered the ghost movie.

Wu was the biggest winner last time.

Moreover, Jiang Cheng also confirmed something from No. 13's reaction, that the scroll Lin Wan'er traded with Wu was also a door!

And a very special door.

Jiang Cheng was very curious about the origin of this door, or who the previous owner of the door was, but even after threatening No. 13 with Wu, the kid refused to say anything, which made Jiang Cheng even more curious.

If he had the opportunity in the future, he would ask Lin Wan'er about it in person.

Fatty went upstairs after washing up. Jiang Cheng wondered if it was just his imagination, but Fatty's footsteps had been much lighter recently. Jiang Cheng reluctantly praised him for losing weight, and Fatty grinned, saying that he had noticed it himself, that his body was much stronger than before, especially more flexible, and that it was all thanks to the doctor's good teaching.

Night gradually deepened. Fatty lay on the sofa, flipping through horror novels page by page.

As time passed, the two people in the studio slowly fell into a dream.

"Tick."

"Tick."

...

The clock on the wall endlessly made noises until, at a certain moment, suddenly, the shadow hanging on the wall abruptly opened its eyes.

After glancing at the sleeping Jiang Cheng, the shadow walked towards the window, then its body strangely passed through the glass window and merged into the boundless night.

In a small alley not far from the studio, Wu walked slowly. As he passed an old-fashioned tin garbage can, he stopped and gently lifted the lid. What came into view were the bodies of a man and a woman.

The two corpses were still warm, obviously having died not long ago, their faces still wearing dazed expressions, as if they didn't understand what had happened to them at the moment of their deaths.

The murderer's methods were extremely cruel. Both of them were killed with a single blow. The huge wounds had their flesh turned outwards. The man was cut in two from the waist, and the woman was slashed diagonally from the shoulder.

It was a very special knife, not sharp, but very thick. When used, it was more like an axe, requiring one to swing it to chop. Wu was also a master of the knife. Such wounds were easily recognizable.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

A rough laughter came from behind. A black-faced man with a knife on his back appeared from behind the corner. "Not bad, your nose is pretty sharp. This pair of adulterous dogs had the bad luck to run into Dao Ye. Dao Ye is kind-hearted, so he sent them to be a pair of lovebirds." Dao Mo chuckled, "But probably in the next life."

Wu looked at him, his brow furrowing slightly, as if he couldn't quite understand.

But this scene changed its flavor in Dao Mo's eyes. "What's the matter? Are you so scared by Dao Ye that you can't even pull out your knife?" Dao Mo took off the ghost-head broadsword on his back, the blade pointing at Wu, "I heard you're very good at fighting!"

"Don't worry, after I kill you, I'll take your knife." As if he had already seen himself swinging his knife and splitting Wu in half, Dao Mo's blood was boiling, every cell in his body exuding comfort. "Forgot to tell you, Dao Ye also has a habit. I collect the weapons of the enemies I kill, and then engrave my name on them, Dao Mo!!"

"This is the exclusive right of the victor." Dao Mo took a deep breath, a very exaggerated smile spreading across his face, his eyeballs bulging strangely. "I hope... you don't make Dao Ye feel too bored."

"Draw your sword!"

Wu tilted his head and looked at him for a while, then drew a slender knife from the shadows. The knife was hidden in the scabbard. He switched hands, slowly drawing the knife out of its sheath, the blade as clear as water.

Dao Mo's eyes were glued to it, wishing he could immediately take this knife for his own.

He saw Wu sizing him up and down for a few moments, then in the next second, he put the knife back into the shadows, leaving only the scabbard in his right hand. Then he raised his left hand and beckoned to Dao Mo.

Dao Mo: "???"

Wu thought for a moment, then tentatively switched the scabbard to his less accustomed left hand. This time, he raised his right hand and beckoned to Dao Mo.

"You're courting death!" Dao Mo's eyes widened, and in a fit of rage, he pounced forward, bringing his knife down on Wu's head. This strike was powerful and heavy, leaving afterimages in the air. Not to mention a person in front of him, even an elephant could be split in half.