At that time, if there were still some sharp people in the law enforcement team, Henry Thompson thought, the law enforcement team would very likely contact the Night Watchers in advance.

Just now, Henry Thompson had also revealed that the self-immolation case was likely to happen in the next few days, precisely to make the law enforcement team feel the urgency. If the Night Watchers could be drawn out through the law enforcement team, then Henry Thompson wouldn’t need to expose the fact that he could see the red shadow.

“Besides, the teacher will soon lead a team out for an inspection. In that case, the Night Watchers are supposed to appear anyway. Whether or not there are Night Watchers in Silver City, in the next few days, there should be some coming over.”

After sorting everything out and confirming that the Night Watchers were highly likely to appear, Henry Thompson temporarily set aside the idea of exposing himself proactively.

Whether the other party was in league with them or not, perhaps it would soon become clear.

If, before the rainy weather arrived, the Night Watchers still hadn’t shown up, and hadn’t taken the initiative to talk to him and learn about the situation… then he would have to find a way to expose himself.

……

Walking out of the Inspection Bureau.

The scorching sun had already set, the sky was tinged with red, and the evening glow appeared.

There weren’t many pedestrians outside. The weather was stuffy, and recently it had been extremely muggy even at eight or nine in the evening, so very few people were out.

Henry Thompson’s home wasn’t too far from the Inspection Bureau, about seven or eight kilometers.

Taking out his bicycle, Henry Thompson got on. He had been cycling to work all year.

On one hand, it was to exercise; on the other, it was to avoid certain dangers.

In crowded places, it was actually harder to notice danger.

After Ethan Bolton’s death, Henry Thompson had always been very cautious.

Getting on the bike, Henry Thompson looked around casually, as if checking the road conditions or admiring the scenery, but in reality, he was trying to see if anyone was following him.

Especially today, after confirming that the red shadow’s next target was himself.

Henry Thompson was pondering: how did the red shadow locate people like them?

According to Henry Thompson’s judgment, the red shadow never appeared for long; each time it showed up, it disappeared quickly, staying outside only briefly. If that was the case, how could it pinpoint them so accurately?

Did that mean that someone else was secretly observing in advance, just waiting for the red shadow to come and kill?

That possibility couldn’t be ruled out.

Although not a professional inspector, Henry Thompson still possessed some basic counter-surveillance skills.

“Haven’t noticed anything for now. Could the red shadow directly locate us? Is it related to the Starry Sky Sword I carry? Can these inherited treasures be used to track us?”

The bicycle moved slowly. The third-generation vortex gun was placed in Henry Thompson’s inner jacket pocket, the button undone, looking as if he was just letting the breeze in, but in fact, it was so he could draw the gun and shoot as quickly as possible.

As always, Henry Thompson didn’t notice anything unusual.

But when Henry Thompson rode onto a downhill stretch and the bike sped up, his heart skipped a beat.

As the bicycle sped downhill, out of the corner of his eye, Henry Thompson caught sight of a black sedan coming toward him in the opposite lane. It looked very ordinary, very unremarkable, no different from the other cars passing by.

“Yin 7219!”

Henry Thompson’s heart trembled. Something was wrong.

He had just seen this car. Although the streets were full of this type—just a basic commuter car, nine out of ten were like this—but… Henry Thompson remembered this license plate!

To be admitted to the Silver City Ancient Academy, Henry Thompson naturally had his strengths.

A good memory was almost a must.

If he didn’t have any advantages, he wouldn’t have caught the eye of old Professor Scott Foster, quickly becoming his student and informant.

“Something’s off. This car was going the same direction as me just now. I was riding slowly, and this car had already passed me and driven off, probably about seven minutes ago!”

Seven minutes—at this car’s speed, if it kept going straight, the road ahead was a straightaway with no good places to park.

If it was running errands or dropping someone off, it wouldn’t have come back so quickly.

Now the car had come back and was facing Henry Thompson, which meant it had turned around not long after leaving him.

Henry Thompson’s expression didn’t change, but his heart was shaken.

“This never happened before. Today is the first time… Is someone really following me?”

“Why?”

Very quickly, Henry Thompson thought of a possibility: the case he and Jack Smith reported… might… have been leaked!

“There’s a mole in the Inspection Bureau!”

“Most likely in the law enforcement team!”

That was Henry Thompson’s first thought, and his heart grew heavy. Even though it could be a coincidence, just someone turning around, Henry Thompson didn’t dare treat it as such.

Every coincidence had to be treated as premeditated.

“Chief Smith went to the law enforcement team and told them about the self-immolation case. If someone there knew I was the one who suggested reopening the case, they might be watching me! If the law enforcement team had a problem, they could just ask me directly—there’d be no need to follow me, since on the surface, I was only paying extra attention because it involved a classmate’s case…”

“And before, every person who reported seeing the red shadow was quickly discovered… Actually, I’ve long suspected there’s a red shadow or Night Watcher informant in the Inspection Bureau!”

Henry Thompson had read those case files. People who reported seeing the red shadow died or disappeared soon after.

Of course, unless you paid special attention, it was hard to notice.