Shi Jinzhe and Shehe, hiding behind the balcony door next door, exchanged a glance.

If he wasn't planning a rebellion, then what was his motive for gathering information through a woman he could kill at will?

Obtaining inside information in this way is definitely not a legitimate business. Judging from what that young woman said, there are quite a few people who want to cause trouble while the Queen is in the frozen port.

The old man from District Two, the head guard from District Three…

Shi Jinzhe shifted his focus to the name of this instance: the Queen is supreme, and nothing can restrain her.

so…

If they don't intend to rebel, then they most likely want to create another supreme being to seize the Queen's power.

"Divine right of kings".

Shekh suddenly uttered a word he had learned in a history book, and it resonated with Shi Jinzhe's thoughts.

Compared to a real, existing queen, a mysterious deity is more attractive to the ignorant. Perhaps this wealthy businessman from District 4 wants people who can be brainwashed; he needs these people to act as pawns for his true purposes.

A sound came from the next room; a man was calling for someone to come in.

A short while later, two neatly dressed young men entered the master bedroom and carried away the woman's body without any attempt to conceal it.

Shekh could see clearly from the other side of the wall. The woman was in her early twenties, and the man didn't even glance at her when she was dragged up.

Her gaze swept up and down. The man had a side-parted hairstyle, a small mustache, and a lean build. He looked to be around 47 or 48 years old, and was the fifth person whose age she could tell he was older.

Shekh whispered in Shi Jinzhe's ear, "He's forty-seven or forty-eight years old. Have you checked his physical condition?"

"The energy within his body matches his age, so we can discard the guess that he's possessing someone else's body." Shi Jinzhe revealed the prop [Cat's Cradle] on his wrist and unexpectedly discovered that the location of Ji Hui's trio overlapped with his own.

"The place where we separated isn't close to here. This building only has three floors. They're downstairs from us. They might have discovered something. Should we go down and regroup?"

"Wait a minute."

Sher breathed softly; there was no sound from next door, not even a gasp.

The man has disappeared.

“There’s a place in the master bedroom where people can hide. He went in while we were talking. Maybe there’s a secret room.”

Shi Jinzhe lifted the curtain and found that the light next door was off. After sensing for a moment, he realized that no one was there. "Let's go in and take a look."

The two tiptoed across the balcony, only to run into a patrol carrying kerosene lamps passing by downstairs. They immediately pressed their backs against the wall to avoid them and waited for them to leave.

The kerosene lamp, with its limited illumination range, couldn't reach the third floor, so the two made it to the master bedroom balcony without incident.

Shekh used the same method to open the door and enter the house, bending down any obstacles in his path before going in first.

It was a very large room with shiny reddish-brown wooden floors covered with a large cashmere carpet.

The solid wood carved and gilded bedposts support the gorgeous dark brocade. The bed is somewhat messy, with a robe casually placed on it.

The two men searched furtively but found no suspicious traces on the surface.

Shech rummaged through the drawers and turned around to see an envelope on the small round table behind her. She opened it and read, "One piece is missing, but it should still be there."

"Shi Jinzhe, come and look at this. They're looking for something missing; it looks like it fell off from the whole thing."

A faint, cheap perfume scent wafted through the letter into Sher's nostrils, and she knew this was the message from that woman.

Besides the fragrance, the letter also had a faint musty smell, a dampness mixed with dust, indicating it had been taken from a poorly ventilated place.

Shekh handed the letter to Shi Jinzhe, and just then, the sound of approaching footsteps came from outside the door.

His steps were light, yet he walked quickly; even through the door, one could sense the displeasure of the person outside.

Having stayed in too many hotels, Shekh looked at the messy bed and seemed to understand what the person outside was here for...

She tried to pull it up but it broke. She intended to go back to where she was, but the patrol team had changed the lights and was passing by below. She was ordered to go into the building to look for the person.

The risk of being discovered was too high, so Shekh and his men simply hid above the bed curtains.

There were only two layers of brocade and four pillars supporting the space, but the corners of the pillars were 30 centimeters higher than the inner side, and the middle was concave. In addition, there was a thin wooden board as a base, so as long as she and Shi Jinzhe lay flat and did not move, they would not be discovered at all.

The door was opened, and an angry middle-aged woman ordered the lights to be turned on before entering and heading straight for the bed.

In a fit of rage, she tore the blankets and pillows all over the floor. Not satisfied, she threw her discarded pajamas on the floor and stomped on them repeatedly.

The middle-aged woman glared fiercely at the maid behind her. "Where is he? Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on him? Give me an explanation!"

The servant was speechless, thinking to herself that she knew the answer to her own question.

They just carried one out, so they must not have had enough and went to find another one.

The questioning continued unabated, and the woman continued her relentless rant. Whether she was angry with herself or someone else, it was unclear. She even started tearing at the bed curtains, acting like a madwoman.

Shi Jinzhe lay flat on his back, trembling with fear. The brocade beneath him was suddenly pulled, and he almost slipped off.