Yunfeng sat still for a long moment, his fingers still curled around Muchen's hand. The bag of bugs sat between them on the bed like a quiet threat. He couldn't stop thinking about it—how many had he missed? Could there be more?
He closed his eyes, trying to focus. With his hearing, he could usually sense electrical disturbances—low frequencies, tiny whirs, the hum of hidden devices. But aside from the faint static that had been nagging at him since they arrived, he couldn't hear anything else. No extra vibrations. No subtle shifts in sound that would point to a camera's presence.
But that didn't mean they were safe.
They didn't have to plant cameras in the room to watch them. There could be someone posted outside. Someone watching through windows, maybe using scopes. Maybe hiding in another building or even on the roof. The house was old, and it wouldn't be hard to find cracks to peek through. That was the problem—there were too many possibilities.
