The world abruptly fell into stasis, and the surrounding scenery rapidly rewound.
The Black Pillar of Light, the Ten-Stage Bodhisattva, the people who had died in the explosion—everything was restored to its proper course, including those few battered vans and the remnants of the Great Vehicle Cult who had gotten out of them, all reversing madly backward until the scene became calm and quiet again.
In a bedroom on the third floor of Shuxiang Yajuan, the Electronic Clock hanging on the wall directly ahead displayed the time—[06:30:05].
"People, license plate numbers. I don't need to care too much about the former. Shangyang City has a population of over ten million; with my power, finding twenty-odd people would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. The latter is different. There's a high chance they're connected to them."
After all, now that things had reached this point, there was no need to keep hiding.
The vans they had driven over should have been ones they commonly used in daily life.
"Shang E. Private city plates."
"X6819, 3678..."
Five vehicles. He remembered every single license plate number clearly.
He got up, washed up, turned on the computer, opened the vehicle administration office's official website, entered the license plate numbers one by one, and clicked search.
[Driver: Gao Chun Vehicle brand: Jin Tong ]
He checked the details carefully. The owner's appearance matched one of those dozens of bald heads. As for the remaining four vehicles, he found each of their drivers one by one; all of them were members of the Great Vehicle Cult.
"Well, would you look at that. Not even trying to hide it."
In their words, things had already reached that stage, so disguising themselves didn't seem all that useful anymore.
If the plan succeeded, no one would