"Last night at 1 AM," Chu Ling said, "there was roughly a fifteen-minute gap... fifteen minutes of fire, everything returned to normal, and the surveillance images in the control room were replaced with static."
Because it was a remote small town, there were no trains running late at night, so until the body was discovered in the morning, no one in the surveillance room noticed anything unusual.
"Huo Lin, senior brother... this time back, he wanted to share some research findings on ancient texts."
Looking at the congealed blood on the ground, Hu Po's expression was sorrowful.
He originally thought that this time back, they could meet smoothly, but unexpectedly...
Such an accident occurred.
Ian sat numbly in his wheelchair.
Looking at the faceless corpse, the old man's fingers trembled incessantly. From the spiritual link equipment, only coarse, hoarse breathing could be heard... he said nothing, or perhaps, submerged in "grief," was unable to say anything.
"..."
