At this moment, in Room 306 on the Third Floor of Tianhai Hotel Seventh Branch, Chang Nian sat curled up in a corner of the sofa with her knees hugged to her chest, watching the man before her.
Tong Guan had been pacing back and forth through the room for twenty minutes, his face grim and silent throughout.
Chang Nian was growing irritated from watching him circle around, but seeing that face, she found it hard to say much.
Tong Guan's heart was in turmoil. He had long believed that Ji Li overlapped with the black-robed leader from his memories. Now, it was practically certain!
"It has to be him!
Twenty years ago, that night, he was the leader of the four people who forced their way into my home and took my parents away!"
After a long while, Tong Guan suddenly cast off all his burdens. He let out a long sigh and sat down on the floor.
He once again thought of his younger self. When he was eight, his parents had been forcibly taken away by unknown people right before his eyes, and to this day, he still did not know where they were.
Over the years, he had lived under his uncle's roof, yet he had never given up searching for the origin of what had happened.
His ancestral home was in Huhai City, not far from Shanming City, but he had never found any leads.
Until an organization called the Suicide Club had approached him on its own initiative and provided him with a photograph.
The photograph was quite old and clearly had not been taken recently. In it was a man who looked extremely similar to Ji Li, robbing graves in a public cemetery.
But when Tong Guan and Chang Nian arrived at the