All the people had their heads covered with hoods, only revealing their eyes, none exposing their faces.
Yan Junze stood at the corner of the third floor, positioned above and behind these people, so they hadn't noticed his presence yet.
The man with a gun holstered at his side approached the stairwell entrance and whispered with the two people guarding there. It was inaudible, but he seemed to be making arrangements.
Before long, the gun-holstered man raised his head, turned around, and was about to look in Yan Junze's direction.
Yan Junze immediately withdrew his body, left the railing of the hallway, and hugged the wall to check both sides. To the right outside the sickroom, one door was open, while the one on the left was closed tight.
Listening carefully, faint sounds came from the room with the open door.
Recalling the environment of the Back-faced Woman's room he had seen through shared vision last time, Yan Junze quickly moved along the wall towards the open door.