Jiang Wenbin paced back and forth in the room, occasionally placing his hand on the doorknob and wanting to twist it open.
But every time he was about to exert force, he loosened his grip.
Then, with growing anxiety, he went to the window and looked downstairs, hoping to see an Investigation Bureau vehicle parked outside the entrance.
Unfortunately.
The flames rising in the distance across the city showed no sign of stopping. Cars occasionally sped down the streets without slowing, and even though abnormalities had already appeared all around them, the staff inside those vehicles acted as if they saw nothing.
He saw with his own eyes as a man and a woman climbed over the balcony of the residential building opposite, seemingly trying to hide on the air-conditioning platform.
But because they were too nervous and panicked, they accidentally fell from the building.
They crashed onto the street, becoming two corpses.
But strangely, whether they climbed over the balcony or fell to their deaths, neither of them let out a single cry.
"No, that's not right..."
"I saw that their mouths were open the entire time. Judging by their movements, they should have been screaming and shouting, extremely agitated."
"But why was there no sound?"
Jiang Wenbin quietly drew the curtains, leaving only a narrow gap through which to observe.
He saw that the lights were clearly on in the room where the people had fallen, yet it seemed to be shrouded in a veil, hazy and indistinct. He could barely make out the outlines of what was inside.
This was very abnormal.
He shifted his gaze sideways and looked toward another building nearby.
It was a shopping mall.
It was past four in the morning, so it should have been completely dark.
Yet, from several windows on