The performer soared through the sky like a great bird.
Except he seemed to have forgotten that he did not actually have wings like a bird. His body remained in the air for less than half a second before gravity pulled him down.
Worse still, he hit the ground headfirst. The top of his head made intimate contact with the asphalt, and Song Jia vaguely heard the sound of cervical vertebrae snapping. By the time the two of them went downstairs and found the performer, he was already close to death.
Song Jia called emergency services. She had a stomach full of questions for him: Where had this guy come from? Why had he been in Doctor Beck's room? Where had Doctor Beck gone? And what had those words he said before jumping meant?
Song Jia felt as if she had been caught in a vast net. Ever since she had picked Zhang Heng up from the airport, one bizarre thing after another had happened. First, they had become entangled with the shamans of the northern Inuit tribes, and now another, even stranger group seemed to have appeared... And in just a few minutes, she had encountered death up close twice.
Especially the second time, when the performer jumped from the building right in front of her. They had been so close. She watched helplessly as someone ended his own life with his own hands. What unsettled her even more was the faint smile at the corner of his mouth in his final moments, as though death were an incomparably easy and pleasant thing to him.
Song Jia could not help shuddering. She looked up again at the strange red aurora in the sky and recalled Ollie's story. Could it be that whenever this red aurora appeared, it brought disaster