"Other ways, we'll analyze slowly once we find the clues,"
"But be careful of any blue apron chefs outside service windows No. 1 to No. 9—it's definitely them,"
At these words, Lin Yi nodded solemnly, "I understand, when in doubt, just ignore,"
"If you can't ignore them, take them out," Wei Shan added in a deep voice.
Kuai Hongji laughed darkly, yet he crossed his arms in front of him and unusually, he did not contradict Wei Shan.
Wei Liang, with his hands over his ears, silently followed them. He didn't speak along the way, nor did he perform any maneuvers, obediently like a hitchhiking Chihuahua without a presence.
As they walked out of the Student Passage, Lin Yi glanced down at the time.
7:20.
"All clear."
He quickly passed the spot where the blue apron chef stood.
Even though the chef was not in his line of sight, he still distinctly felt a sensation of "brushing past"—that spine-chilling sense of being watched.
