Hua Qingyi slept comfortably. He opened his eyes and placed his hands behind his head. Without being disturbed, he sat up after slightly waking up. The window outside was covered by curtains, so it was unclear if it was day or night. He jumped out of bed and pulled aside a curtain; the sky seemed gray, nearing dusk. He opened a window to let some fresh air into the room.
In over an hour, it would be night, and he would likely head to the abandoned brick factory. But how would he get there? Taking a car from the police station would surely alert that old man. Taking a taxi, who knows if anyone would be willing. He found that after waking up, many things needed consideration, and his mind began working like a well-oiled machine. He personally liked this, although sometimes he found it a bit tiresome.
