A few people rented some rooms and wobbled upstairs. The innkeeper lay on the bed, continuing to feign sleep, completely unaware of the caliber of guests he was hosting.
Inn, third floor, inside the room.
"This place is two streets away from the research institute. Tianci and the others have already ambushed around the institute and will return tonight." An Zhifeng took off his wig, wiped a solution on his face, revealing his true identity.
"We'll make plans tonight and act tomorrow."
That evening, Feng Tianci and his team returned. They had investigated the work hours of the institute and the identity backgrounds of its staff. On the surface, they appeared ordinary, but upon closer investigation, issues arose.
These people disappear for a few days on a rotating basis every week. The place they vanish is precisely this research institute.
"There's more going on beneath the institute." An Yiqing looked at the research institute's 3D map decisively.
