"Alright, you passed." Not wanting to harass the Fortune-teller too much, Gu Mian patted her shoulder and dropped his questions about the color of her underwear.
The Fortune-teller seemed taken aback for a couple of seconds before realizing Gu Mian had been messing with her.
She chose not to be angry; instead, she looked at Wang Xin's body on the floor and asked, "The police will be here soon. What's your plan?"
"Since our mission is to survive two days, we should try to escape," Gu Mian glanced at the door. "If we see a ghost, we turn tail and run. Same goes for the cops. Back in the day, I used to be a champion at the 1,000-meter sprint."
Fatty sidled up, whispering, "But Doc, back when you saw ghosts before, you didn't exactly react this way..."
"Enough talk, let's get a move on, or we may find ourselves in the back of a cop car," Gu Mian quickly walked a few steps, opened the door, and said, "We'll hide out in some secluded place first."
