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Nighttime.
Ah Jiang and a young man named Liu Jun, who had been working as a servant in the Yan Family mansion for over five years, were moving along the corridor.
The corridor was densely covered with silk threads hanging with bells. They had to be very careful to avoid the threads and prevent the bells from ringing.
Mr. Yan had given them specific instructions: if the bells sounded without touching the threads, they were to report to him immediately via walkie-talkie. Indeed, not a phone but a walkie-talkie. Mr. Yan had emphasized that once the bells rang, they must report to him instantly using the walkie-talkie, without even a second's delay.
"It's already seven o'clock."
Looking out the window, Ah Jiang recalled the morning's weather forecast, which said that a typhoon would make landfall earlier than expected tonight. And an hour ago, the weather forecast stated the typhoon was moving even faster than anticipated.
