It really was him!
Through the unsettled expressions on the faces of the curator and the Night Watchman,
Martin could be sure that there was definitely some unspeakable history between the three of them.
"You... you've been here all along?"
Even the usually composed Night Watchman's voice trembled slightly.
"Otherwise? What do you think, why do you think every new employee ends up biting the dust~"
Having seemingly found what he was looking for, Old Li was no longer in a hurry; instead, he started to take his time and relax.
"You're not him! Bao Lebin, stop playing ghost tricks on me!"
The curator's voice was very agitated, but it couldn't hide the underlying fear.
"He's dead! Old Li is dead! The Night Watchman and I dismembered him!"
Damn!
So it really was an old secret...
Outsider Martin swallowed his saliva, pondering how he could survive the upcoming dog-eat-dog scenario.
