The cars are still there, both of them.
But unfortunately, the cones are still there too, and the checkpoint remains sealed.
The only pleasing change, perhaps, is that the booth is no longer empty.
A slightly plump middle-aged man is lazily leaning inside, as if he just returned from lunch.
Undoubtedly, this is the only character so far in this mental space that looks like a local staff member.
Although his physique isn't the healthiest, his professionalism is evident, as Fu Qian and the others are still a distance away, yet he appears quietly alert.
Even without sitting upright, he is already squinting over.
"Local?"
No immediate response to Su Gao's question, Fu Qian confirmed the man's identity with her.
"Local, he should be here constantly."
Sure enough, Su Gao was rather certain about this, indicating that he was an appointed staff member.
"But he wasn't here earlier."
Fu Qian recalled the scene from his last visit.
"It should have something to do with our driver."
