The Night Watchman exchanged glances with the curator, a flicker of evasion flashing in both of their eyes.
The Night Watchman spoke up, "Last night, we did have some private matters to deal with, but it has nothing to do with the bodies."
"Private matters?" Jiang Xiao scoffed as he raised an eyebrow, "Isn't it quite a coincidence that the bodies were disposed of while you were dealing with your private matters?"
This...
They surely wouldn't foolishly admit to having stayed in the hall all night, waiting to see if Jiang Xiao would make it back alive, right?
'Zzz...zzzap'
The light emitted an ear-piercing sound, then started to flicker on and off.
The faces of the Night Watchman and the curator became unpredictable within the flashing light, contemplating whether to lay all their cards on the table.
The Night Watchman's throat moved, and just as he was about to speak, a sudden chill breeze swept past.
