Zhang Heng waited until late that night before heading to the funeral home again to set up the pinhole camera.
Later, he contacted the modified car club to borrow a van from them. Worried that the aliens might have replaced some of its members, Zhang Heng changed the van's appearance by adding a tailgate and sealing the rear compartment. He then headed to the hotel to pick Bai Qing up.
Zhang Heng still had to verify Bai Qing's identity by using the previous method. The latter looked a little tired, albeit not as sad as before. It was probably because she had caught a glimpse of the CT scan that Zhang Heng had shown her. Filled with hope once again, her fighting spirit was rekindled.
"What shall we do next?"
"Wait."
"Hmm?"