He imitated a whistle, but Cai Qidong still slept soundly. He didn't even wake in his dreams, a sign that he was probably in deep sleep.
Wen Yan wandered around the bedroom, which was quite ordinary. He opened the documents on the table only to find not a single word inside.
After a brief look around, he began to feel a bit bored. It hadn't been easy to manage a dream visitation, and he had hoped to tease Cai Heizi, but the man was sleeping like a log. Wen Yan felt that leaving just like that would have been a wasted trip.
After a moment's thought, he squatted behind Cai Qidong and whistled.
It was the kind of whistle adults blew when they helped a child urinate, the kind he had seen before.
After a minute of whistling, Cai Qidong's brow started to twitch, and the environment began to change ever so slightly. Unbeknownst to Cai Qidong, the sound of DRIP, DRIP, DRIP from the pipes had started.
