Sunlight slanted in, and through the hazy glow, a few specks of dust could be seen swirling in midair.
Ji Li held a cigarette between his fingers and slowly walked to the window. He pulled the curtain fully open, revealing a world of bleak white.
A few days ago, the freezing sleet had not painted the city with any strange colors. Instead, it had awakened the desolation and chill that had lain dormant.
On the frozen moat, leftover snow had turned into frozen slush. Several spent sparklers stuck out from the smooth ice, resembling bare poles from afar, standing guard over a world that had changed beyond recognition.
The Tenth Supervision Event should have reached its final stage.
The seventh Puzzle Piece Fragment had been issued, and the fifth one obtained had fallen into Fang Shenyan's hands. The remaining event was practically no longer an event at all.
Even the remaining ghosts would find it difficult to cause any more casualties among the employees. At most, they would be troublesome, and the trouble lay in tracking down the ghosts.
The balance between attack and defense had shifted, but there was no reason for the Seventh Branch to be completely empty.
Even though he had some guesses about tonight's matter, the increasingly restless Ghost Heart seemed to be anxiously warning him of something ominous.
Ji Li's face reflected in the cold window. At that same moment, two identical faces of Ji Li appeared, identical in both features and clothing, differing only in the slightest detail.
But because this was such an ordinary occurrence, it was exceedingly difficult for anyone to notice that subtle difference, much less deliberately make such an association.
At this moment, he saw only himself, mentally exhausted and haggard.
It felt as though his vitality was gradually draining