“They collected so many doors and gathered so much despair, their goal must be to awaken something.”

“You should still remember the resistance army led by Xia Tan back then. Including Xia Tan, there were more than a dozen high-level disciples, who disappeared silently. In the end, only... only Xia Tan escaped, and that was at the cost of being completely eroded by the doors...”

“What kind of door could force him to this extent?” Wei Jinting continued, “It’s truly unimaginable...”

“Number One, I think this is the Watchman’s trump card. You must… you must be careful.”

After Wei Jinting finished speaking, he waited a few more seconds, and when he didn’t hear Number One respond, he asked, “Number One?”

After a moment, someone said cautiously, “Number One didn’t come. He said he didn’t want to see an old man sending off a young one, and he’s drinking in his room. I heard he’s even writing you a poem...”

“Hoo—” Wei Jinting exhaled a long breath, changed his tone, and said, “Forget it, since he’s not here, Number Two, it would be great if you listened too. You and Number One are very similar, you guys...”

“Number Four.” The cautious voice from before sounded again, sounding a little embarrassed this time. “Number Two didn’t come either. He said he didn’t want to see a farewell scene, and I heard he made a date with a young lady to dance away his sorrows.”

The scene couldn’t help but become awkward. After about ten seconds, Wei Jinting tentatively opened his mouth, “Number Eight, please don’t tell me that only you and Number Six came.”

“No.” Fu Fu said, “Except for Number Three, who said he was going to fulfill your last wishes and isn’t here, everyone else is here.”

“Oh, right, Number Thirteen isn’t here either, but he’s outside, waiting to set off fireworks after you kick the bucket. He even came to urge us just now.”

“Just say what you have to say.” A calm female voice sounded, sounding a bit more conscientious than the others. It was Number Seven, Li Lu.

She had arrived the earliest, standing by the bed, not saying a word the entire time.

Her black dress was also more in line with the current atmosphere, as if she came to attend a funeral.

“Oh, right, Number Four, Mister just came, but you weren’t awake, so he left again.” Number Eight, Fu Fu, comforted him, “Maybe he thought you were taking too long to die.”

“Cough cough… cough…”

Hearing this, Wei Jinting, who had just calmed down, coughed violently again, struggling as he coughed, “Number Eight, promise me, find some time to take a class in speaking. It’ll be good for you, and the tuition… the tuition can come from my funeral expenses.”

“Sigh—” Wei Jinting turned his head, a pair of blood-filled eyes staring at the ceiling, as if able to see through it and see the outside world, “I originally prepared so, so many words to say to you all, but now, it’s like I’ve forgotten them all.”

“Don’t worry, we’re here, take your time to think…” Chen Ran held his hand, seemingly worried about hurting him, slowly loosening her grip.

After a moment, Wei Jinting, who had already calmed down, suddenly struggled, blood oozing from his entire body, “My… my mask, where’s my mask?!”

“Here, the mask is here!” Chen Ran placed a very small mask, like a child’s toy, in the panicked Wei Jinting’s hand.

After both hands grasped the mask, he, covered in blood, gradually calmed down, “The mask… the mask is here, good, I’ll take my time to think, slowly think…”

As his violently heaving chest gradually stabilized, Wei Jinting stopped breathing.

Immediately afterward, Number Eight, Fu Fu, took a step back, gathered a mouthful of air, and shouted, “Crimson Number Four, Wei Jinting, has passed away!”

Her voice was like a ripple of water, spreading to the outside world, a great distance away. A few seconds later, the sound of firecrackers rang out outside, and red fireworks filled the night sky.

…

Around 10 o’clock at night, Fatty was lying on the sofa watching short videos, just when he got to the exciting part, the bedroom door suddenly opened, and Jiang Cheng walked out.

The moment Fatty saw Jiang Cheng’s face, he instantly sobered up, and he sat up from the sofa with a gulp. “Doctor, what happened?”

The light was relatively dim. Although Fatty couldn’t see anything on Jiang Cheng’s face, his slightly glowing eyes gave Fatty a very bad premonition.

Something must have happened...

Jiang Cheng took down the coat hanging on the rack and put it on. “Miss Lin called.”

“Miss Lin…” Fatty was in a daze for a moment, then realized that this was Pi Ruan’s secretary, the one with ambiguous relations with Pi Ruan.

“Pi Ruan?” Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng. At this moment, Jiang Cheng had already put on his clothes and was walking outside.

“Doctor, wait for me!”

On the way, Fatty learned what had happened. It turned out that after they set off for Greystone Town, Miss Lin could no longer contact Pi Ruan. But just yesterday, Xue Jinhua came to the company.

This scared Miss Lin, but what happened next really shocked her.

Not only did Xue Jinhua not make things difficult for her, but she also insisted on giving her company shares, a large sum of money, and a luxury house and car.

In short, those things that Pi Ruan owed were all hers, and she couldn’t refuse.

Miss Lin suspected that there was a trick, and insisted on refusing, but Xue Jinhua’s attitude was very sincere. She even brought the contract. In Miss Lin’s own words, Xue Jinhua was almost kneeling and begging her to accept it.

Miss Lin carefully read the contract several times, but couldn’t find anything wrong with it. The terms were all in her favor.

In addition, Xue Jinhua kept begging, saying that if she didn’t accept it, she wouldn’t dare to leave this door, so she signed the contract in a daze.

“Damn!” Fatty exclaimed, “Why can’t I encounter such a good thing?”

But after being swept by Jiang Cheng’s gaze, Fatty’s excited mood returned to normal. After the intelligence that was suppressed by jealousy returned to its high ground, Fatty noticed the abnormality inside. “I get it, Doctor. There’s no way Xue Jinhua would be so kind. She must have been forced by someone, it’s… it’s Pi Ruan! Pi Ruan forced her to hand over the shares!”

Jiang Cheng didn’t directly answer, but told Fatty another piece of news. Not long ago, Xue Jinhua died, in her own bed, discovered by the maid.

There were no scars on her body, and the initial judgment was natural death.

If it was a normal 80-year-old, it wouldn’t be strange to die in their sleep, but if all of this was linked together, the result would be terrifying.

After hearing that Xue Jinhua died in her own bed, a figure immediately flashed in Fatty’s mind. A man who never let go of his book.

Luo He.

Once, right in front of him, Luo He used his ability to send Jiang Cheng into the dream that the ghost used to trap Fu Fu.

If that kind of ability was used in the real world... Thinking of this, Fatty couldn’t help but shiver.

As if sensing what Fatty was thinking, Jiang Cheng took out his phone and handed it to him. After Fatty took the phone, he found that it was a photo, rather blurry, like it was inadvertently taken by a surveillance camera somewhere.

It was a luxury car, driven by an elderly woman, with a man sitting in the back seat reading a book.