As October arrived, the weather in Beijing gradually cooled. The oppressive heat of summer was a thing of the past, and the temperature now swung widely between day and night. A distinct chill could already be felt in the evening air.
The streetlight at the alley's entrance was on. A few withered, yellow leaves danced on the autumn wind, spinning and floating. Unable to drift past the tightly shut courtyard gate, they settled on the bluestone slabs outside.
Shen Weimin reached out and gave the gate a gentle push, but it didn't budge an inch. He knew it was latched from the inside. He leaned in, pressing his ear to the wood to listen for any sounds.
As expected, it was silent. Even if there was noise, it was too far from the gate. It was late, and Bai Chenggang and the others wouldn't be loud enough to be heard from outside.
