"Hehe."
The two walked without explicitly saying where they were going, but the pace was the same, both heading towards a certain direction, and they arrived in front of an old-style teaching building.
Tan Yunlong raised his wrist and glanced at the time.
"Uncle Tan, how long until the crime occurred?"
"Less than an hour."
"Do you think the killer will come back to check it out?"
"I'm not sure, it depends on luck."
"Then I'll go up and wait with you."
"Okay."
Tan Yunlong really liked this feeling, knowing what the other person was thinking without needing much talk, straightforward.
The only downside was, after interacting with the young man before him, facing his own son later felt like a harsh drop, and he found his son increasingly disagreeable.
The two entered the teaching building, and when they went up the stairs, they both naturally lightened their steps as much as possible to avoid making noise.
