He raised the torch as he walked towards the medical hall, asking Lu Tong, "Doctor Lu, have you seen any suspicious people here?"
"No."
"That's strange," mused Shen Fengying. "We were just chasing an assassin here, and it seemed like we saw a figure at the entrance of your medical hall."
Yin Zheng's eyes trembled.
Lu Tong replied indifferently, "Is that so? I haven't seen anyone. There's a snowman at the entrance of the medical hall that Ah Cheng made; perhaps you mistook it for someone."
Shen Fengying nodded. "Perhaps." Although he said this, his actions to signal the Pawn Shop Soldiers to search did not relax at all. Shen Fengying himself, holding a knife, also entered the back shop, looking around.
It was very cold in the courtyard; upon the plum tree branches hung red lanterns, casting the snowy ground in a faint red glow.
Yin Zheng twisted the handkerchief in her hands, casting an anxious glance toward the small kitchen.
Shen Fengying caught this glance immediately.
