Even with prejudice against No. 2, the boy couldn't find any flaws in No. 2's dancing skills. Every movement was perfectly on beat. Watching him dance was a unique pleasure.

It was no longer just skill, but an unparalleled talent. Even the word "master" paled in comparison.

The girl in his arms was completely led by him. It was hard to imagine that a girl with no dancing foundation could complete this finale.

A moment later, the song ended. No. 2 raised the girl's hand, leaned down, and gave her a light kiss, then turned and walked towards the boy.

But what No. 2 didn't notice was that the girl raised her other hand, her sharp fingertips together, making a stabbing motion at No. 2's back.

"Careful!" The boy watching from not far away's expression changed.

But the next second, the girl's fingertips stopped suddenly just before touching No. 2, and then her whole body began to tremble violently as if out of control.

Skin and muscle fell off, sharp white finger bones squeezed out of the flesh. The bones and flesh moved at two completely different frequencies. Before long, a fresh skeleton without a skull stood before the boy, and a pile of skin and flesh lay at the skeleton's feet, piled on the ground like clothes.

No. 2 walked up to the boy, took his coat from him, and draped it over his arm. "Let's go." After speaking, he left with the boy without looking back at the skeleton standing there.

...

Back at the studio, Jiang Cheng took out the photos, and Fatty and Huai Yi's expressions were as expected, quite something to behold.

"Chen Qiang?" Huai Yi exclaimed, "He's not dead?!"

Fatty was quite happy at first, but then seemed to suddenly realize something. His expression became fearful and strange, and he said nervously, "Doctor, I remember Chen Qiang died during the May Station mission. The body... we all saw his body back then."

Fatty had a pretty good impression of Chen Qiang, but the matter of coming back from the dead couldn't be explained by mere strangeness. Fatty's first reaction was that Chen Qiang wasn't human, but one of those strange things.

"It's not wrong to say Chen Qiang is dead. He's no longer the Chen Qiang we knew. The one occupying his body now is someone else." Jiang Cheng tried to explain it as simply as possible.

"Body snatching?" Huai Yi searched through the vocabulary in his mind, thinking this one was just right.

Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then thought for a moment and nodded in response: "More or less, we can understand it that way for now."

"Then who snatched Chen Qiang's body?" Fatty asked a key question.

"It's someone from Deep Red." Jiang Cheng paused, gave Huai Yi a look that said, "Let me finish," and then continued: "It's Deep Red No. 1. He betrayed the organization and was secretly in contact with the Night Watchmen. He was the one who leaked information about several operations."

"No. 1..." Fatty couldn't remember who this person was, but he suddenly felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

Jiang Cheng didn't dwell on this matter. He had more important things to tell them. He flipped the photo over, pointed to the drawing on the back of the photo, and told Fatty and Huai Yi in detail what Lin Wan'er had told him.

Staring at the densely packed chart, there was a light in Huai Yi's eyes. "We need to get to the front of the bus as soon as possible. Following the seats marked in red pen, we can find that gap. From the gap, we can escape the bus forever?"

Jiang Cheng carefully put away the photo and said with certainty: "That's right."

The three of them were clear that although the plan was simple, all kinds of difficulties would arise in the actual operation. Just talking about the next mission they would face, they weren't sure they could survive.

The greatest effect of this chart was to bring them hope, to let them know that the bus was not unsolvable. Before, they were trekking in the dark, without light, and not even knowing if there was an exit.

But now it was different. Now there was hope, and there was light in their eyes.

That night, all three of them had insomnia.

Huai Yi looked at the ceiling, and the faces of his relatives, friends, and girlfriends kept flashing through his mind. After truly realizing the horror of the bus, he tried not to contact them as much as possible, worried about implicating them.

He never even thought that there would be a chance to escape from that bus one day.

He had originally just wanted to try his best to live, to earn one more day for every day he lived. After all, after seeing too much death, the initial fear gradually subsided, and now it was more about numbness.

But now it was different. Now there was hope, and there was light in his eyes.

Fatty slept on the sofa, his huge physique not wasting any space on the sofa. Compared to Huai Yi, he was even more excited. In his opinion, that strange bus had already crossed the boundary between life and death. His family was still on the bus, so he must still be alive. As long as he brought him down, everything would be fine.

Even if there was a problem with the family member he brought down, he could still ask the doctor for help. The doctor was so smart, he must have a way.

Otherwise... otherwise, he could ask Boss Lin for help. He had never asked Boss Lin for anything, and Boss Lin seemed to value him very much. He believed that the person who could train the doctor couldn't be too bad, and would never abandon him.

Besides... Wang Qi was also Boss Lin's family!

Thinking about it, Fatty's face turned red. He couldn't help clenching his fists and then letting them go, as if he had already seen the scene of bringing Wang Qi off the bus, and tears wet his eyes.

In the bedroom, Jiang Cheng lay on the mattress, sideways, his eyes staring straight out the window.

His pupils were unfocused, and he was also thinking.

Various scenes flashed through his mind from time to time, some faces, some stories, but whenever he stopped, wanting to grasp them, everything in his mind would disappear.

He suddenly turned his head unexpectedly, and beside him lay his shadow, looking very quiet, unremarkable.

But Jiang Cheng sighed inwardly. Where would a shadow lie stiffly on a wall 1 meter above the ground?

Just after Jiang Cheng withdrew his gaze, the shadow on the wall trembled slightly, and then a pair of eyes gradually condensed in the position of the head. The eyes looked down, looking at Jiang Cheng's back, a trace of doubt flashed through them.

After this period of contact, Jiang Cheng felt that the relationship with Wu had undergone a subtle change. Although it still treated him with an indifferent attitude, it had lent a helping hand at several critical moments.

Moreover, last time, Wu took the initiative to appear and drove away the Hungry Ghost.

It not only saved him, but also saved Huai Yi.

Wu was gradually coming out of the shadows. Jiang Cheng was sincerely happy for it. It was trying to accept others, and that was a good start.

Gradually, he closed his eyes.

The clock on the wall swung back and forth, everything looked normal.