Imprisoning the rules?
Rules could certainly be imprisoned, but imprisoning eighteen rules across eighteen floors and controlling them through this building had become extraordinarily dangerous.
The blurry figures by the windows shifted unpredictably.
The Dual Pupils swept over them.
He could confirm that they were human figures.
But after he shifted his gaze, what appeared in his mind was no longer a human figure, only a meaningless blur.
"Can't hold them?"
Jiang Qiao's expression tightened.
An inexplicable phenomenon that ordinary people often encountered came to mind.
When ordinary people walked alone at night, they often mistook shadows in the darkness—such as branches on a large tree, clothes hanging outside, or billboards—for people.
It was a common occurrence.
Nothing strange.
But there was another situation that was exactly the opposite.
You confirmed that it was a large tree.
Confirmed that it was clothing.
But when you shifted your gaze away, you felt that someone was standing there, watching you.
You developed an illusion.
The figure on the billboard seemed to move.
You turned your head.
After observing it for a while, you first confirmed that the figure in the advertisement had not changed and even mocked yourself for being paranoid. But then you felt that the figure's face seemed different from the one you had seen earlier.
That earlier smile.
It didn't seem so gloomy?
That earlier gaze didn't seem so deceitful?
You comforted yourself.
The dim light at night naturally made the figure in the image look different.
You went home as usual.
The sun rose in the east and set in the west, and the days passed just like that.
Until several days later.
When you passed this alley again, you discovered that the shop displaying the billboard had gone out of business. While chatting with the cashier at