At that, Fatty shivered, hopping about on the spot as if a cockroach had crawled on him. Only after ascertaining that there were no strange faces within sight did he stop.
Then he groped around in his pocket with a grotesque grimace on his face, letting out a breath of relief upon feeling the emptiness within. "It shouldn't be on me."
Meanwhile, Keke and 007 rapidly searched their own bodies but found nothing.
007 frowned. If the face wasn't hidden in their clothes or pockets, the situation could be worse.
"Take off your clothes," 007 said decisively, beginning to strip off her jacket.
Fatty hastily covered his eyes and turned away. "What are you doing?"
Keke, standing beside him, understood, her expression turning grave. "Could the ghost face have grown on us?"
007 nodded. She had already lifted her shirt to confirm there was no ghost face on her front. She then turned her back towards Keke. "Do you see anything on my back?"
