The new relocation point sounded like a joke.
"Planet Woof Resort Hotel."
Chen Lin had sent precise coordinates—down to the room number.
What he hadn't mentioned—
Was that it looked like a children's cartoon exploded.
The hotel sat on the edge of the city, half-urban, half-rural.
Blue-and-white striped buildings.
A giant plastic dog bone mounted above the entrance.
Parking lot full.
The air carried a strange cocktail of dog food, disinfectant, and a synthetic "Ocean Breeze" fragrance that had clearly lost the war against reality.
Lin Wan stood in the lobby, leash in hand, staring at a carpet patterned with giant paw prints.
From the ceiling hung plush frisbees.
She felt her temples twitch.
Silas Moore—former top celebrity—was now hiding in a dog-themed vacation resort.
If Entropy found him here, they would die laughing first.
The receptionist spotted Er'gou immediately.
Her eyes lit up.
"Oh my God! Is that Teacher Er'gou?! I love your livestreams! He's even cooler in person!"
Before Lin Wan could react, the girl pulled out a neon green triangular bandana with the hotel logo.
"All our canine guests receive a limited-edition fashion scarf!"
She reached toward his neck.
Er'gou stepped back instantly.
One precise half-step.
Blue eyes cold.
Expression clear:
Touch me and lose the hand.
He slowly turned his head toward Lin Wan.
The look said:
Handle this.
Lin Wan lunged to intercept.
"No need, no need! He… uh… has sensitive fashion standards."
The receptionist giggled. "So stylish!"
She completed check-in and handed over a bone-shaped keycard.
Room 308.
"Snow Sled Deluxe Suite!"
She also passed over a thick booklet:
Welcome to Planet Woof – Guest Manual
"Oh! And tonight at eight, we're hosting a Pet Masquerade Carnival in the lobby! Prizes included!"
Of course there was.
They escaped to the elevator.
Room 308 opened with a cheerful chime.
And chaos greeted them.
The walls were covered in cartoon sled dogs racing across snowy landscapes.
The curtains featured smiling huskies.
The bedding was covered in giant paw prints.
In the center of the room—
A massive sled-shaped dog bed.
Stuffed to absurdity.
Beside it sat bone-shaped food bowls, a mini pet sofa, and even a decorative vintage phone with a tiny bone hanging off the receiver.
And in the corner—
A small television.
Currently looping dog movies.
Er'gou entered.
Stopped.
Surveyed the battlefield.
His gaze lingered on the sled-shaped dog bed.
On the cartoon murals.
Ten full seconds of silence.
Then—
He walked to the paw-print bedspread.
Raised his paw.
And aggressively scraped at nonexistent dust.
Twice.
A statement.
Then he ignored the massive luxury dog bed entirely.
Leapt onto the human bed.
Centered himself.
Laid down regally.
Eyes closed.
Decision made.
I sleep here.
Lin Wan stared.
"Of course you do."
She unpacked in resignation while flipping through the absurdly detailed guest manual.
Pet spa services.
Pet grooming.
Pet yoga.
Pet movie nights.
Pet matchmaking corner.
And—
Nightly Pet Masquerade Carnival.
She muttered under her breath.
"This is the last place Entropy would look."
Honestly?
She wasn't wrong.
Who would suspect a hunted celebrity—currently a dog—would hide in a pastel dog resort?
She sent Chen Lin a secure update.
Reply came quickly:
"Temporary stay.""Keep profile low.""Attend party. Observe environment.""Li Wei'an has movement. Possible link to one of hotel investors.""Remain cautious."
Lin Wan's stomach tightened.
Li Wei'an again.
Even here?
By 7:30 PM, the lobby was alive.
Owners in costumes.
Dogs in even worse costumes.
A poodle dressed as Superman.
A Pomeranian in a princess gown.
A corgi stuffed into a dinosaur outfit.
A Shiba Inu in a bee suit that radiated existential despair.
Lin Wan looked at herself in the mirror.
The hotel had provided a half-face feathered mask.
Sparkly.
Ridiculous.
She wore her normal casual clothes underneath.
Then she turned to Er'gou.
After negotiations involving six cans of premium food—
He now wore a black headband with two small devil horns.
It sat behind his ears.
Against gray-white fur.
Blue eyes cold.
The result?
Strangely adorable.
Also faintly menacing.
Like a demon CEO temporarily downgraded into canine form.
"Just show up and leave," Lin Wan muttered.
She clipped the leash.
Er'gou stood.
Horned.
Unimpressed.
Dignity intact but strained.
He allowed himself to be led toward the lobby carnival.
Step by reluctant step.
And somewhere behind the ridiculous decorations and party lights—
Someone might already be watching.
Because when the hunted stop running—
The hunters adjust.
And tonight—
The stage was set again.