It was already past eleven at night when Huo Sining returned to the old house. She stood outside the door, tapping on the latch a few times and waited outside for a good while. To her surprise, there was no movement from the courtyard, and no one came to open the door.
Huo Sining checked the time, thinking Uncle Tong must have gone to bed. She concealed her actions with a backpack and took out the key to the old house from her storage ring, opened the main door, and followed her memory to Uncle Tong's dwelling in the inverted house.
But what she saw when she got there left her stunned.
Uncle Tong's room was locked with an iron lock, and there were no lights inside. The surroundings were pitch dark, with only the sound of crickets.
Uncle Tong is not here?
