Eight o'clock in the morning, the Institute.
As Yang Ping walked into the building, he saw Tang Shun standing by the elevator, holding a stack of printed documents. His expression was a bit strange, as if he had good news to share but was hesitating whether to say it.
"Professor, Weber didn't go home last night."
Yang Ping frowned slightly, "Did he stay up again?"
"He didn't quite stay up," Tang Shun walked alongside him, "He intended to, but Manstein forcibly sent him home last night."
Yang Ping quickened his pace, walked through the corridor, and pushed open the door to Weber's laboratory.
Weber was not there.
