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Xiao Mei wished she could blast away the fool in front of her, who was just sitting there grinning like an idiot. Ever since they gathered at the restaurant half an hour ago, Song Bunan had maintained an odd silence, his face flushed and even the tips of his ears were red.
At first, she suspected it was because he had been drinking, but when she leaned in to sniff him, all she could detect was the scent of milk tea and sweat. Could something have happened? She cast a questioning glance at Xin Yi, who had come along with them. However, Xin Yi shook his head expressionlessly, though his eyes sparkled with a heightened emotion, and his gait seemed more relaxed.
The two of them were acting increasingly strange. Xiao Mei wanted to pry into it further, but her stomach was protesting; after all, no one could guarantee they wouldn't feel hungry after a busy afternoon. So she swallowed her curiosity and planned to dig deeper during dinner.
However, her attempts to get through to Song Bunan were futile; it was like trying to dig into stone with a shovel. The person who was lost in laughter didn’t even react when a chicken leg was taken from his bowl; he continued happily shoveling rice into his mouth as if it were some delicacy that required quiet enjoyment. It was too bizarre—Xiao Mei anxiously bounced her leg. This was just too strange.
Shui Su’s calm demeanor only added fuel to the fire. In a fit of frustration, she kicked Shui Su under the table and desperately signaled him to ask Xin Yi what was going on.
Fortunately, Shui Su indulged her. He replied on his phone that she should wait a bit longer; after dinner, he would have a proper chat with Xin Yi when they went back to their room.
You better do it! Xiao Mei shot Shui Su what she thought was her fiercest glare, trying to convey how serious she was at that moment. She received a similarly earnest promise in return, along with a piece of meat that was a perfect mix of fat and lean being shoved into her mouth.
Of course, this wasn’t entirely Song Bunan’s fault. After all, the sudden mutual confession was far more stimulating than all the little mishaps that had happened throughout the day combined—it was the kind of thing that could make someone wake up laughing from a dream. Who could remain calm when their ideal type not only appeared before them but also liked them and confessed? At least Song Bunan couldn’t.
For other matters, he might maintain a calm and objective demeanor thanks to years of experience and habits, but when it came to something so personal and relevant to him, he simply couldn’t act normally. Perhaps Ming Hua was right; he was indeed a potential romantic fool who would create filters for himself.
Now in his eyes, Xin Yi had transformed into a sculpture by David—so exquisitely crafted and flawless that even after they confessed their feelings for each other, they sat in silence at the restaurant without even holding hands. The only difference today was that even the meat casually stewed by the chef tasted exceptionally good.
Had Xiao Mei been talking to herself? Song Bunan couldn’t hear anything at all. His mind was now filled with his own thoughts, revolving around visions of future life and work—ninety percent of it pure fantasy.
Of course, he could swear he hadn’t forgotten about the work that brought him here. He meticulously recorded everything he had gathered over the past two days in a notebook specifically purchased for this task; it even had a mini lock. Unless he opened it himself, brute force would only destroy both the notebook and its contents. Inside were notes he jotted down during bathroom breaks at work, thanks to this hospital being relatively conscientious about not filling every stall with cameras.
The information was useful to everyone. Shui Su quickly captured some of it and sent it back to the Jiang Family, whispering that they needed to find a way to investigate that night. He also handed them the schedule of the on-duty doctors, which clearly indicated that for the upcoming nights, only one person would be on duty each night.
Being separated was unhelpful for any action, especially in a place like this. Song Bunan had the fewest shifts assigned to him, clearly not considered an important figure by the others. However, he expressed his satisfaction with this arrangement, explaining that it would actually help him in his own actions.
"I’ve at least scored full marks in stealth," Song Bunan said nonchalantly, as if discussing the best way to choose cabbage at a market. Xin Yi shot him a disapproving look, while Shui Su and Xiao Mei nodded in agreement.
This was Xin Yi's first time opposing their decision; he didn’t think it was right to let Song Bunan act alone. "Those so-called doctors are quite formidable. No matter how capable he is, being trapped is still dangerous."
"But given the current situation, we have no choice but to split up. After all, nighttime is rest time for most people on the surface. We can agree on a meeting point; for instance, I could follow you while you investigate or we could meet up when you finish," Song Bunan countered.
"Their caution is a reasonable response; we can’t just do nothing. I have less exposure to this circle than you all, so my chances of being recognized are lower. Moreover, from what I've seen over the past two days, they don’t view me as someone particularly capable; they even tossed me into a patient’s room without much thought and left. Unlike you guys, who have so many eyes on you."
Xin Yi admitted he was swayed but still raised concerns about how to evade monitoring in their dormitory. This question clearly struck a nerve with Song Bunan; he emerged from his silence with a familiar mischievous smile and assured them there was no need to worry.
This was true; as someone who mingled closely with spirits, he knew exactly how to find friends to help him under surveillance. In the past, whenever he needed to sneak out at night, he had used this method to deceive his parents who had installed cameras in his room out of concern.
Last night's dream had brought even better news: the restriction existed on the fourth floor where he wanted to investigate, intimidating other spirits but not directly threatening them. It was also certain that there were only cameras in the dorm area without any other surveillance equipment. According to Song Bunan’s analysis, some doctors and nurses in the hospital were still normal people and had not fully participated in the experiments.
"The Jiang Family still has people in this hospital who can temporarily block or alter the content of the surveillance; there’s no need to worry about that," Shui Su added smoothly.
With the team leader's assurance, Xin Yi finally agreed. These conversations allowed Xiao Mei to sense something unusual. His own task had already been determined and did not require him to participate in this arrangement, giving him an opportunity to observe both men without distraction.
Song Bunan's quick emotional shifts were common; his seriousness when working was one of the qualities Xiao Mei appreciated about him. However, today Xin Yi was acting unusually. He openly showed concern and wanted Song Bunan to comply while displaying some unfamiliar gestures, like smiling slightly when Song Bunan spoke.
Of course, he had previously paid attention to every move of Song Bunan's, but today it was clear that he was no longer hiding his feelings and openly expressing his preferences. Even Song Bunan seemed a bit more bashful during their conversation.
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