"Uncle, what did Raorao write on the note she gave you?"

Make sure the environment outside is safe, Zhan Yan whispered.

He knew that Wen Rao had given his uncle a note, but he didn't know what was on it.

Under the cover of Zhan Yan, Zhan Xiucheng read the note while going to the toilet, and then threw it into the toilet.

"It's a clock with several times marked on it. Eight o'clock, twelve o'clock, and three o'clock."

Zhan Xiucheng gestured to Zhan Yan, asking him to speak as little as possible so as not to be heard by the guards outside.

“Raorao should be passing the coordinates to us.

If Achen's room is taken as the origin, then these three time points represent three coordinates.

They are an abandoned fountain, a promenade, and a septic tank. ”

After Zhan Yan finished speaking, Zhan Xiucheng nodded in agreement.

Because Wen Rao didn't know where they would be held, but Wen Rao should know where Achen lived.

Before Zhan Yan came out to meet Wen Rao, he observed the surrounding terrain.

"When Raorao told you about going on vacation abroad, I knew she was sending you a signal."

As Zhan Xiucheng spoke, he did not forget to stare outside vigilantly.

"Yes, she mentioned the fountain, the hallway, the bedroom, and the pictures on the wall.

The bedroom should refer to Achen's room.

Wen Rao must have got the map, most likely it was given to her by A Ying.

That’s how I know the terrain here.

But Achen didn't know.

The corridor corresponds to the long gallery. There is a fountain in the photo on the wall, which is the location of the abandoned fountain.

As for the septic tank, it is located just behind the fountain.

If I'm not mistaken, Raorao wants us to run along the corridor past the fountain and towards the septic tank after hearing the noise."

Zhan Yan believed in the tacit understanding between him and Wen Rao.

His guess would not be wrong.

The more critical the moment, the more we need to keep a clear head.

“The septic tank had a strong smell, and Ah Chen’s dog couldn’t track the scent.

It is indeed the safest escape route.

By the way, there is a stone drawn on the note Raorao gave me, and the words "Sansheng Stone" are written on the stone."

Zhan Xiucheng has never been able to guess what the San Sheng Stone represents.

But Wen Rao couldn't write it too obviously, otherwise she would be exposed if she was discovered.

She could draw some blurry pictures and explain it as the agreement she and Zhan Yan had made.

"Three lives and three worlds? Three...

Three days later?

Didn't Raorao tell us that she would launch the attack when she brought Ah Ying here in three days?"

The first thing Zhan Yan thought of was that Wen Rao would come again in three days.

She will definitely meet me somewhere.

Wen Rao would not really kill Aying. It is very likely that she would cooperate with Aying.

Although outsiders think that Aying is unlikely to cooperate with the Zhan family.

But Ah Ying had helped her fourth uncle and was involved in Ah Chen's affairs. If Ah Ying wanted to avenge the person responsible, she had to cooperate with the Zhan family.

"Three days later? Yes! That's the best time!

What if the one who came was a fake Aying, or if Aying faked her death and took the opportunity to deal with Achen!

This is indeed a good opportunity for us to escape!"

When Zhan Xiucheng said this, he suddenly heard footsteps outside.

He and Zhan Yan exchanged a quick glance and immediately lay down to take a nap.

As footsteps approached, the door creaked open and a thin figure walked in, holding two bowls of rice, a plate of vegetables, and two glasses of water.

Zhan Xiucheng pretended to have just woken up, and when he looked at the thin figure coming in, his face suddenly turned pale and he was extremely angry.

"It's you again, little brat!

Haven’t you harmed me enough?

Dare you come?"

Zhan Xiucheng was so angry that he cursed loudly. Zhan Yan rarely saw him look like he wanted to kill someone.

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