The man was badly injured, but after seeing Mo Li, he still struggled to pull a round metal sphere from his pocket and hand it to him. In broken fragments, he said, "Go... save... them!" After saying this, he tilted his head and fainted.
The others in the police station had also noticed what was happening and gathered around. Mo Li had one of his colleagues call an ambulance while he took the metal sphere from the man's hand and examined it carefully.
The metal sphere was very heavy in his hand, and its surface was covered in numerous seams. It looked as though it had been pieced together. Mo Li was certain he had never seen it before. However, after holding and examining it for a while, his finger suddenly slid lightly across its side. In the next moment, the metal sphere unfolded, revealing a coil of military fiber thread slightly thicker than a strand of hair.
"...Glasses... Tomboy... This is bad!" A flash of lightning seemed to streak through Mo Li's mind. The next second, he cried out instinctively, then rushed out the station doors under the astonished gazes of all his colleagues.
"What happened to Old Mo? Why is he in such a hurry?" Everyone stared blankly at Mo Li's retreating figure. It was the first time they had ever seen him act with such frantic urgency.
Driving the police car, Mo Li sped all the way to the foot of the mountain. There was no road beyond that point. He got out, took some climbing gear from the trunk, and then charged toward the mountaintop.
The sky was thick with dark clouds, clearly threatening rain. Mo Li could not spare any thought for that and continued racing up the mountain. After roughly an hour, a thunderclap