I Only Sell Murder Houses

I sat on the sofa and stared blankly out the window until dawn.

I had somehow spent more than two hours on the toilet.

I admitted that I had dozed off, but my sleep had been so light. How could more than two hours have passed?

I could not understand whether something was wrong with my consciousness, or time had jumped again.

It was exactly like what had happened when Seventh Master and I entered the construction site.

If the previous time jump had been caused by the site, then why had it happened again when I was nowhere near it?

While I struggled fruitlessly with the question, Assistant He called. He was waiting outside the hotel.

I had arranged for him to pick me up that morning. We were unfamiliar with Lincheng and needed a local guide wherever we went.

I did not plan to tell Song Xiaotian or Meng Yifan what happened that morning. They were probably still asleep.