"The other side..."

Wang Qi nodded. "It's not just me who sees it that way, they all do too."

"Who are 'they'?" Jiang Cheng pressed.

"I don't remember their names. My mind is a mess. Whenever I think about these things, it gets very confusing..." Wang Qi said, "We usually don't use names, we use code names, numbers..."

A name quickly popped into Jiang Cheng's head. "Are you... Scarlet?"

"Scarlet..." Wang Qi pondered for a moment, his eyes becoming deep. After a long while, he said, "I don't know, but those two words sound familiar. I don't dislike them."

Jiang Cheng had always been suspicious of Fatty's identity, but as Wang Qi said, he also had an inexplicable fondness for Fatty.

This was almost impossible for him.

He had also wondered if Wang Qi was lying to him to gain his trust, or to divert his attention in order to obtain some benefit.

But his intuition told him that this was not the case.

If Wang Qi really wanted to trip him up, the opportunities within the haunted house would be more suitable. After all, once they came out, Wang Qi would have to face him and his two companions.

No matter how he looked at it, Wang Qi had no advantage.

Jiang Cheng forced himself to calm down, looked at Wang Qi, and asked, "Do you have any memory of the name Pi Ruan?"

"No," Wang Qi replied decisively. "I don't remember many names. I only have some fragmented images in my mind, blurry and distant. If I see someone, I might remember them."

Jiang Cheng walked to the table, opened a drawer, and took out a paper bag he had brought back from the professor's studio. Inside the bag were rolled-up drawings and a drawing pencil.

*Swish, swish, swish...*

Jiang Cheng hunched over the table and drew a portrait on the paper. It wasn't very detailed, but it captured the key features.

"It's him." Jiang Cheng turned the drawing around.

Staring at the face in the drawing, it was a man with a parted hairstyle and a fawning expression. He was actually quite good-looking, but his getup was really...

After a moment, Wang Qi seemed to suddenly recall something. "That's right, I've seen him. He was with us, but his name wasn't Pi Ruan. His name was... Wei Jinting."

"Wei Jinting..."

"Pi Ruan is Wei Jinting!"

Countless images flooded Jiang Cheng's mind, swirling together. In a previous mission, there was a guy named Wei Jinting.

Back then, after hearing Fatty's description, Jiang Cheng was still wondering how Fatty managed to sneak attack and knock out such a tricky guy.

Coupled with Pi Ruan's "love at first sight" attitude towards Fatty in the studio, many previously incomprehensible things suddenly fell into place.

The speed was so fast that Jiang Cheng himself found it unbelievable.

After Fatty appeared, Pi Ruan clearly increased the number of times he came to find him, and often brought Fatty's favorite foods.

So... that's how it was.

One portrait after another was laid out, and Wang Qi identified them one by one. He seemed even more excited than Jiang Cheng, because it also reminded him of more and more memories.

During the May train station mission, the two people who rescued Pi Ruan, also known as Scarlet Number 4, Wei Jinting, were a man named Luo He, Scarlet Number 3, and a grumpy loli, Number 8, Fu Fu.

As for why these two people didn't hide their real names, Wang Qi couldn't provide an explanation.

The things he could remember were extremely limited, mostly fixed information such as names and identities. As for Scarlet's goals and action plans, he knew nothing.

"Wang Fugui is Scarlet Number 10." Wang Qi raised his head, looked into Jiang Cheng's eyes, and said in a low voice, "And you are Zero."

"I'm Number Zero?" Jiang Cheng's memories loosened a little more. He seemed to see an old winding staircase, and at the end of the corridor, that door.

"No." Wang Qi shook his head. "You are Zero, that's your name."

It was obvious that Wang Qi's expression was also strange when he said this, as if he couldn't understand why.

Or rather... the part of his memory related to Jiang Cheng was buried deeper.

As the conversation deepened, Jiang Cheng received more information, which confirmed that he, Fatty, and the others were indeed former members of Scarlet.

Moreover, he and Fatty were two very special ones.

Pi Ruan was the spy Scarlet had planted by his side, and in theory, there was no need for him to expose himself at all.

He had been suspicious at the time.

Now, after learning Fatty's true identity, the doubts were finally answered. He had deliberately exposed himself in order to cover for Fatty and allow him to better lurk by his side.

Although it sounded unbelievable, based on the existing evidence and the clues obtained from various sources, this was the most reasonable answer.

The thought that he had been causing trouble everywhere under the name of Scarlet recently made Jiang Cheng wonder if this was karma.

"Do you want to go see Wang Fugui?" Wang Qi asked. "I revealed some things to him, but not in such detail. He's in a bad mood and very resistant to his identity."

"Who are you?" Jiang Cheng asked. "I mean, is Wang Qi your real name, and... what's your code name?"

Wang Qi slowly exhaled. "Wang Qi... should be my real name, I'm not sure. As for my code name..." He shook his head. "I don't remember."

"You don't believe I would forget my own code name, do you?" Wang Qi looked at Jiang Cheng, a look of sadness in his eyes.

"I believe you," Jiang Cheng said.

"Go see Number 10, he has already forgotten me and is very resistant to what I say. I had to use a little trick, but don't worry, I will never hurt him." Wang Qi sighed and said, "I know he still has memories of me, but they are buried too deep."

Wang Qi lowered his head, rubbed his temples, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if saying these words had caused great harm to his mind.

After waiting for a moment, he didn't hear Jiang Cheng's footsteps.

Wang Qi raised his head and saw that Jiang Cheng hadn't moved, still sitting directly opposite him, his eyes filled with a deathly silence.

It was this kind of gaze that made even someone like Wang Qi feel fear.

It seemed that... as long as he fell into despair, something terrible would happen.

"Are you okay?" Wang Qi asked.

Jiang Cheng seemed to be awakened. He picked up his pen and quickly drew another portrait on the paper. This time it was a woman.

"Her... do you recognize her?"

The woman in Jiang Cheng's drawing was beautiful, and the moment Wang Qi saw the drawing, his pupils contracted involuntarily. He blurted out, "Sir?"

"She's also a member of Scarlet, right?" Jiang Cheng closed his fingers, clutching the drawing tightly. "Is she Number 1 or Number 2?"

"No, she doesn't belong to our Scarlet, she is..." Wang Qi racked his brains, seemingly searching for a word to define this person, "the creator of Scarlet."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Qi saw Jiang Cheng cough violently, and then blood spilled from his tightly pursed lips, but he quickly wiped it away.