The first-floor lobby was silent. I moved Qinghan to the bed, assuring him a peaceful sleep, then locked the door and blocked it with a chair.
I then jumped off the balcony and stationed myself outside the main entrance, curious about what the innkeeper intended to do.
The innkeeper picked up the woman whose husband had gone missing from among the guests sprawled all over, carrying her out of the inn and placing her outside the courtyard gate.
The innkeeper put her down, muttering continuously, urging to take her away quickly, claiming the people were now gathered.
Her voice was filled with deep fear, and after mumbling, she hurriedly ran back inside the inn.
I hid in the thick fog by the wall, watching her flashlight disappear, and quickly darted out, picked up the woman on the ground, climbed back up to the second-floor balcony, and hid her in our room.
The innkeeper returned to the lobby, dropped a white tablet into a glass, drank the water, and soon fell asleep.
