Gaze.
An omnipresent gaze.
Where did it come from? Who did it belong to? Why was it watching me?
Ji Li could put himself in Shao Yong'an's shoes and sense just how uneasy and terrified he had been when that gaze fixed upon him.
It was like a nail boring into his heart, drilling and drilling without end until it took root.
One door after another was slammed open. He fled in a stumbling panic, with no direction at all.
Countless real estate advertisements had been pasted onto the second-floor windows, their phone numbers constantly changing and switching.
The scene rapidly rewound, becoming dizzying amid heavy gasps.
The same thing happened once again.
Ji Li dearly wished he could turn around and see what exactly was watching him.
Yet neither Wen Yongxin nor Shao Yong'an had done so.
The difference was that Wen Yongxin had met a bizarre death amid calmness, while Shao Yong'an had fled in madness.
Ji Li watched this corridor and those real estate advertisements, already roughly understanding the situation.
It seemed Shao Yong'an had come here alone to search for the information he had provided before.
The number "2" was in the room covered with real estate advertisements on the second floor.
However, what made Ji Li suspicious was that every room on this floor seemed to be covered in advertisements, making it impossible to tell where the Number Card was hidden.
Neither Ji Li nor Shao Yong'an had broadened their thinking at this point in time.
People were always accustomed to using what they held in their hands to deduce what would happen next.
But this time, they had clearly both been wrong.
At its root, that had caused Shao Yong'an to be misled by Ji Li's information and ultimately die on the second floor.