2:06 a.m.
Lin Qiye's phone buzzed softly. He frowned and took it out of his pocket.
It wasn't a call, but an unread message from an unfamiliar number.
—Watch this video.
At the sight of those words, confusion flashed through Lin Qiye's eyes before he seemed to recall something, his curiosity piqued.
Very few people besides a select handful knew Lin Qiye's phone number. On top of that, the Night Watchmen had installed software on his phone that blocked all spam and harassing messages. So there was only one person who would message him in that tone...
An Qingyu.
The next moment, a video message popped up.
It was a video. Lin Qiye tapped it open, and the moment he saw what it showed, his brows furrowed.
The footage had been filmed on a phone, and the setting was inside the tavern. The camera had been placed on the bar counter, facing sideways toward the backyard door. Both the image and angle were nearly identical to those in the recording.
The tavern was pitch-black, with only faint natural light spilling into the backyard. From afar, the image looked somewhat blurry.
Then, a figure appeared in the frame. The person stood in the backyard and suddenly seemed to be gripped by the throat by a pair of invisible hands. His entire body slammed into the wall, then his feet left the ground as he was lifted bit by bit into the air...
From his build and clothes, Lin Qiye could tell that the figure was An Qingyu.
An iron nail floated up from the ground on its own and pierced the figure's palm at a bizarre angle!
Then came the second, third, and fourth... By the time all four nails had been driven into his limbs, the figure's fingers began to