First Effect, Then Cause

Three minutes was not enough time to do anything.

Even if they exchanged information, they still had to sift through it.

Although the two had already set their sights on the Black Plastic Bag in 1604, that hypothesis simply could not hold.

There was no time left...

Su Chenghe's face had flushed red, and his body trembled slightly, especially when the sharp knife flashed with a cold gleam.

As a manager, he naturally would not appear as pathetic as the man in the Patient Gown.

He merely stared fixedly at the chef who was identical to him.

This chef, whose every feature matched Su Chenghe's exactly, would provisionally be called "Su Chef."

After setting down the iron bucket, Su Chef gripped the sharp knife and began circling Su Chenghe.

His numb, emotionless gaze was colder than the blade itself. He seemed to be observing.

He was looking for a suitable place to plunge the knife into Su Chenghe's body. The iron bucket was clearly meant to collect the blood.

The process did not take long, perhaps only five or six seconds.

Without warning, the knife stabbed directly at the soft flesh of Su Chenghe's lower back.

The sudden attack came with no forewarning whatsoever.

The strike was clean and efficient, as though he had done this for a long time and knew exactly where to draw blood most effectively.

Yet Su Chenghe, who lay on the stretcher with absolutely no ability to resist, merely shuddered.

He clenched his teeth and let out a muffled groan.

The knife did not pierce his lower back as intended. Instead, it was stopped the instant its tip made contact.

A faint fluorescent glow spread outward from his waist until it covered his entire body.

It was as if he had been sealed inside a