Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

However, Ye Wanwan previously obtained a rather useful piece of information from Big Dipper’s mother.

Only members of the Rose of Death knew what this ring represented, and only someone with deep connections with the Rose of Death could know that obtaining this ring was the same as becoming the new leader of the Rose of Death.

In other words, that mysterious person definitely wasn’t unfamiliar with the Rose of Death.

In the midst of Ye Wanwan’s contemplation, Haitang softly asked her, “Did you think of something?”

Ye Wanwan lightly shook her head. “Not yet.”

Being able to pinpoint a person just based on this amount of information was absolutely a pipe dream.

Forget about pinpointing someone. Ye Wanwan still had no idea whether this mysterious person was male or female, old or young, tall or short, fat or thin.

What made Ye Wanwan’s head hurt the most right now was whether the letter Ji Xiuran left for her had anything to do with this mysterious person or not.

If it didn’t, what was Ji Xiuran trying to convey? If it did, what was the meaning and what was the goal?

Ye Wanwan felt her head swelling like a balloon.

“Haitang, are there any other clues?” Ye Wanwan asked Haitang.

Right now, every minute thing that Ji Xiuran left behind could be a vital clue, so Ye Wanwan didn’t want to overlook any useful information.

“Mn, during Ji Xiuran’s deduction, he was in a flustered state and was even agitated… He wrote down many things but shredded everything,” Haitang answered.

“Are the shreds still here?” Ye Wanwan hastily questioned.

For some reason, Ye Wanwan had a feeling that valuable clues were left behind in the paper that Ji Xiuran shredded.

“They haven’t been cleaned out yet. I’ll take you there.”



Soon, Ye Wanwan and Haitang arrived at the storehouse.

“This is the storehouse that Si Xia discovered?”

Ye Wanwan looked surprised as she assessed the spot.

“You know Si Xia?” Haitang asked casually.

“Mn…” Ye Wanwan nodded.

“He’s quite lucky and discovered this reserve storehouse. There are many useful items in here, medicine being the most abundant,” Haitang said with a smile.

As Haitang spoke, she brought over all the paper shreds that Ji Xiuran shredded.

Ye Wanwan was exasperated when she saw the scraps.

They were indeed shredded—too shredded even.

“Let’s piece together all these scraps and see if we can find some useful information,” Haitang suggested.

“Okay.”

Ye Wanwan and Haitang started working.

After some time passed, Ye Wanwan and Haitang speechlessly met each other’s eyes.

It might look like a simple task but it, in fact, required a herculean amount of effort. Piecing these shredded pieces of paper together was no walk in the park.

The only saving grace was that Ji Xiuran’s handwriting was very clean and proper and highly distinguishable.

“Sigh, thank goodness… If it was me who wrote it, even Jesus wouldn’t be able to piece it together,” Ye Wanwan remarked with a shake of her head.

Haitang smiled in response.

The afternoon turned into the next morning, and after staying up the whole night without sleeping, Ye Wanwan and Haitang finally patched the shredded pieces of paper into a semblance of its original appearance.

However, the things Ji Xiuran wrote on the paper baffled Ye Wanwan further.

Forget about Haitang; it would probably be useless regardless of who they called over to take a look.

The contents of Ji Xiuran’s scrap paper did contain some significance, but no one could understand the significance.

“It’s actually like that… Could it be the hypnotism lost its effect… or perhaps… too much time passed after the hypnotism… so they remembered everything again and finally returned…”

Ye Wanwan was unable to ascertain anything from the contents of the paper but managed to grasp a few key points.

Hypnotism.

Time.

Remember again.

Return.