Wenren De was no longer afraid and continued observing the basement carefully with Little Illusion.
Only then did he notice rows upon rows of photographs densely covering one wall.
There were probably more than a hundred of them—many of the faces in the photos were smeared with blood.
That made his scalp prickle again.
Before long, a plainclothes man wearing a mask entered.
He held a syringe in his right hand, its gleaming needle chilling to the bone.
What was this man going to do? Wenren De quickly found out. The masked man took the syringe and injected the female victim lying on the operating table.
"What medicine is that?" he muttered.
"I don't know. I'll go ask him." Little Illusion floated up.
"Wait. That's something that will happen in the future. The female victim should still be in the Operating Room right now," Wenren De said.
"Oh, then I'll follow them and take a look."
"Mm. Share what you see with me while you're at it."
"Got it, Grandpa."
Wenren De's head hurt just hearing that, but there was nothing he could do.
Little Illusion vanished.
Not long afterward, Wenren De saw a horrifying scene.
A ball of shadow rolled out of a lounge.
It rolled along the ground, unnoticed by anyone.
Soon, it rolled into the Emergency Building and entered an Operating Room.
Emergency treatment was underway in that Operating Room, and the person being treated was the same female victim Wenren De had just foreseen.
The shadow split into many pieces and rolled beneath the feet of the emergency doctors and nurses.
Before long, all of them froze, their eyes going blank as though they had been controlled.
"She can't be saved. She's dead. Take her away," the Chief Surgeon told the others.
Someone quickly covered the