A gale suddenly whipped up in the dark night.
Fatty, who was frantic in the bookstore, shivered in the gusts. "This eerie wind... Has something gone wrong?" He looked outside, feeling as if terrifying monsters were hidden in the night.
Meanwhile, 007, holding a lighter, was investigating the strange material under the floor. The gale had blown away most of the lingering smoke in the room, making the air around her slightly fresher.
007 raised her head and looked worriedly at the doorway. Not long ago, she had seen Gu Mian, covered in blood, pass by her door. I wonder how Gu Mian is now, she thought. This special instance is so difficult…
The book in Chu Changge's hands rustled in the wind. Its yellowed pages flipped wildly, stopping on a blank sheet.
