After talking with Du Wei about the mental hospital, James and his companions left the psychological counseling clinic.
They needed to go back to get ready and to deal with Harry's arm issue in passing.
The agreed time for departure was three in the afternoon; they would meet up at the mental hospital then.
First floor.
Du Wei sat calmly on the sofa, his gaze fixed on the antique clock.
The hands overlapped, moving at the same speed as before, neither fast nor slow.
He was pondering the current situation and the next steps to take.
Too many things had happened from yesterday to today.
First, the heads of four cultists appeared in his home; it goes without saying that these people must have been to his house, and there were other cultists still alive.
These people were a threat to Du Wei.
"Perhaps I should take down the warning sign at the door?"
"But it seems like cultists are not the kind of people who would deliver a package to my door."
