"Three little pickpockets weaved through the crowd, and if it weren't for Spiritual Vision, Chen Ke might not have been able to follow them closely."
"Contrary to what he had expected, their hiding place was not inside the Big Ben clock tower but rather, they skirted around it and ran straight to a secluded street."
"This street was so chilly that it didn't seem to fit with the rest of Langdon, with its residents moving slowly and deliberately, and the carriages from the outer streets never venturing this way."
"Chen Ke slowed his pace just in time, noticing that as soon as he stepped into this mysterious community, numerous eyes had already fixed on him."
"The craftsmen busy with their handiwork, the peddlers hawking goods, and the women washing clothes at their doorsteps—all sneakily watched Chen Ke. There wasn't any murderous intent, but the wariness and suspicion in their gazes were equally discomforting."
"Stop there." A calm female voice emerged from one of the houses.
