Midnight.
Jiang Qiao opened the car door and stepped out of the driver's seat.
The night was a little cold.
The streetlights were bright, but there were no pedestrians left. People lived in the houses around him, but every household had its curtains drawn, as if they were guarding against something.
"Corpse Stitcher."
"Little River, Little Bridge."
"Those strange people from the daytime."
"Although we only have Little Bridge's photo, we can basically confirm that a group of civilian Superpower Users is holding a team-building event."
Just moments ago.
He had received a message.
Three people had drowned in the lower reaches of the Little River in Gongde Town over the past two days.
It looked very much like they had fallen into the river.
But in the current sensitive environment, three people had died in succession in a place where people almost never died, all in the same way. That alone suggested something unusual.
It just so happened that Jiang Qiao had informed them of the anomaly in Gongde Town today.
This matter.
Had therefore become connected to it.
The streets were very quiet.
Jiang Qiao slowly walked out of the town, as if he were merely taking a stroll. Soon, he arrived at the bridge over the little river.
The riverside was heavy with dampness at night.
But there was no fog.
The river was simply much darker than it had been during the day, with an unusual darkness to it.
"This river is only two meters deep."
"Yet right now, it looks as if it's hundreds of meters deep."
Jiang Qiao looked around.
There was no sign of animals, no cries of birds or insects—an extraordinary silence. It was so quiet that he felt as if he were actually standing inside a meditation room.
After standing there