One hundred ninety-seven. End

The bedroom, now only filled with the sound of rain, watched a pair of rain boots step inside.

The boots avoided the mound of flesh and a half face wrapped in clothes and stopped before the ancient book not far away.

The ancient book on the floor closed once again.

A hand descended, slender fingers picked up the ancient book, and receded backwards, silently retreating into the shadows behind the door.

...

On the street, the night watchmen waiting in the rain saw a figure emerge from beneath the eaves.

Lu Li picked up the umbrella Thomas had left at the door, opened it, and walked towards the night watchmen.

"The thing in your hands... it gives me a very bad feeling,"

Anna's whisper reached his ears.

"It's over,"

Lu Li replied to Anna and the questioning gaze of Pryce.

Pryce and others quietly stepped back a bit, their gazes fixing on the open door behind Lu Li, "Is Thomas still inside?"

"Yes."

That was indeed the case.