“Is there something more important than the notebook?” Xia Qiang’s pupils dilated slightly. “What is it? That oil painting?”

Everyone knew the strangeness of the oil painting, but in Xia Qiang’s eyes, it represented more of a crisis than a clue.

Jiang Cheng hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. “It’s not the oil painting. I haven’t figured out exactly what it is yet. My intuition tells me that we’ve overlooked something very important. I’m thinking about it, but my thoughts are all over the place.”

“I believe in your intuition, Mr. Jiang. Please remind me when you figure it out.” Xia Qiang turned to look at the Lin Muyun and Lin Muwan siblings sitting near the sofa and said in a low voice, “Whether my brothers and I leave here alive won’t have much impact on the outside situation, but the Lin siblings must leave alive. This represents a signal, a signal from our Xia family to the Night Watchers, that we have the ability to protect those we want to protect. This is very important.”

“I can probably guess.” Jiang Cheng said without objection. Lin Wan’er had told him about the current situation. The struggle had become white-hot. The Night Watchers and the national forces represented by Lin Wan’er were irreconcilable, and the ending would be a fight to the death.

Xia Qiang exhaled and his tone became low. “Mr. Jiang, can I ask you for a favor?”

“Help you protect the Lin siblings.” Jiang Cheng said naturally. It was a simple question. He couldn’t think of any other reason why Xia Qiang would ask him for help.

“Yes, although I know it will be difficult. In exchange, my team and I will do our best to assist you, and share all the clues we’ve collected without reservation,” Xia Qiang said.

Not all the dangers in missions came from ghosts; a significant portion came from the companions within the mission. Betrayal happened from time to time.

Having a group of reliable companions would, in a sense, greatly reduce the difficulty of the mission.

Jiang Cheng looked at Lin Muwan’s back. At that moment, she was sitting quietly next to her brother, Lin Muyun, listening patiently to the fatty across the sofa, who was gesticulating wildly, probably giving the girl a crash course in survival tips for missions.

Feng Jie and Zhou Tong, one sat casually on the armrest of the sofa, the other simply leaned against the wall. Judging from their expressions, they both thought the fatty was talking nonsense.

Jiang Cheng looked away. “I promise you.”

A hint of joy appeared on Xia Qiang’s face. He wasn’t confident he could convince Jiang Cheng, after all, not long ago, he and his team had followed Miss Xia Meng and Mr. Gong Zhe to hunt down this man named Jiang Cheng.

“Thank you. I can promise you on behalf of the Xia family that as long as the Lin siblings can leave here safely, the Xia family will…”

Xia Qiang said excitedly, but was interrupted rudely by Jiang Cheng halfway through, “I promised to help the Lin siblings, and it has nothing to do with the Xia family, or you. It’s Lin Muwan.” Jiang Cheng paused. “She helped me once.”

Xia Qiang thought for a moment and nodded. “Understood.”

“Call them all over. Let’s discuss it together,” Jiang Cheng said.

Soon, everyone gathered by the window. It was clear that everyone's mood had been affected by what had happened not long ago, especially Lin Muwan, whose eyes were dim. Jiang Cheng only paused on her face for a moment before looking away.

"Captain Xia and I have discussed it. Tomorrow we need to go to the reasoning hall again. This time we need…"

"Thump!"

Jiang Cheng's voice hadn't faded when Lin Muwan suddenly took a step back. This sudden movement was like a sharp blade, instantly severing everyone's tense nerves.

Lin Muwan's face was pale, and she was trembling uncontrollably, as if she had been greatly frightened.

"Muwan." Lin Muyun immediately comforted her, "What's wrong?"

Everyone's first reaction was that something strange had appeared in the room. Several people immediately dispersed, looking around the room.

But after searching around, they didn't find anything unusual.

The door was still closed, and there were no strange noises in the corridor.

Looking away, Jiang Cheng immediately asked, "Don't be afraid. What did you see, or feel?"

Jiang Cheng's understanding of this woman was also rather one-sided. He only knew that she was very kind, and that her language function seemed to be impaired. She relied on the notebook in her hand for daily communication.

Also, she was very dependent on her brother, Lin Muyun.

Lin Muwan subconsciously squatted down, curling up into a ball, as if to minimize her presence.

Lin Muyun accompanied her, also squatting down next to her. "Muwan." He reached out and patted her head soothingly, while taking the notebook from Muwan's hand, handing it to her, along with a pen. "What did you see? Write it down and tell us, okay? This is very important."

Lin Muwan's shoulders trembled slightly, but she still reached out, clenched the pen, and wrote a line on the notebook. Due to fear, the handwriting became a bit distorted, but as soon as everyone saw the words she wrote on the notebook, their faces changed drastically.

"Outside the window, someone, a very scary person."

The words on the notebook were like a knife, piercing everyone's hearts.

Huai Yi and the fatty were standing facing the window. They reacted the fastest, immediately looking out the window.

However, they didn't see the terrifying scene. The outside of the window was very quiet. There were no strange floating faces, let alone ghosts.

Everyone subconsciously distanced themselves from the window, as if afraid of being suddenly frightened by something.

"Nothing." Zhou Tong looked away, looking at Lin Muwan with a strange expression, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but Xia Qiang stopped her with a look.

"Miss Lin," Jiang Cheng said, "There's nothing outside the window. Don't be afraid. We're all here."

Lin Muwan reached out and took the notebook, quickly writing another line on it, using a lot of force, even tearing the next page of paper. "I didn't see it wrong. It's outside the window, the tennis court outside, the tennis court not far away. I saw it very clearly!"

This time everyone looked out the window again, and indeed, they found an outdoor tennis court in the distance.

At that moment, the lights of the tennis court were on, and there were several people training inside. On the nearby seats, there were also people resting, draped in white towels.

As their gazes swept over them bit by bit, suddenly, Jiang Cheng and Xia Qiang's breathing stopped at the same time. Then, as if they had seen an extremely terrifying sight, their pupils contracted instantly.

Not far from the people resting in the tennis court, behind the surrounding iron fence, stood another person.

The person was tall and burly, wearing a dark-colored apron that was difficult to distinguish. The important thing was that his head was wrapped in thick transparent tape. Even from such a distance, they could see a pair of resentful, bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at their window.

He was carrying a terrifying axe!

It was the Rain Night Murderer they had seen in the painting!

It was him!

He’s here…