"'Lamp holder' Sir, the rest is up to you. We'll wait outside. Be careful."
Soon, the 'Mystic Practitioner' led the 'Rabbit' out from the depths of the alley, back to the ordinary, smoke-filled street.
The 'Rabbit' had confusion written across her face as she asked, "Boss, why did we leave? I felt that voice was kind and familiar. If there's treasure in the church, wouldn't 'Lamp holder' reap all the benefits?"
"That's not treasure. It's a trap." The 'Mystic Practitioner' spoke with a faint tremor in her voice, her heart gripped by lingering fear.
"A trap?"
"Little girl, earlier, you told me to ignore the ravings and find 'Lamp holder' first—you were quite clever at that time. So why are you being dumb now?"
"Come on, Boss, stop being cryptic."
"How foolish. Use your little brain that only knows how to eat and think carefully. If it were truly treasure, then how could the voice we heard calling out be identical? Clearly, this is a trap laid for hunting."
