Chu Changge glanced at Fatty's hair. "Your hair is standing on end."
"Would you believe me if I told you that the driver gives me the creeps?" Fatty muttered. "I mean, wouldn't any driver refuse to take a passenger carrying such a big chainsaw on their back?"
"But the packaging was for a guitar," Chu Changge said, unfolding the small flyer in his hand again.
Fatty felt things were getting tricky. "So how do we find the Doctor? The phone recording said the killer buried the bodies according to the positions of the Big Dipper, and we can probably deduce that the murder sites are among those seven locations. But we don't even know where those seven locations are."
Chu Changge stacked his and Fatty's flyers together. "Do you think our initial starting points when we entered the instance were randomly assigned?"
Fatty frowned slightly. "They weren't?"
