Eileen released her hand, and the unfolded "secret letter" immediately burst into layers upon layers of illusory flames. In the blink of an eye, they contracted and folded into an utterly ordinary sheet of paper.
Yet Yu Sheng continued staring motionlessly at the paper, his brow filled with gravity and thought.
After a long while, Little Red Riding Hood's voice finally came from beside him. "...Old Zheng... He really was..."
Hesitation and resistance colored the girl's tone. Clearly, she found the clues before her difficult to accept. She had come here precisely to uncover something—but now that she truly had, the result was not what she had hoped for.
The sacrifice in the museum's white exhibition hall really had been a trap aimed at her, and the one who had lured her into it was indeed the "liaison" she knew.
Judging from the wording of the secret letter, the liaison called "Old Zheng" had apparently been deceived and manipulated as well.
"The signature is Servant of the Angel. It's obvious—the ones who wrote this letter were those cultists who followed the Dark Angel. They're the same group that conducted the sacrificial ritual in the white exhibition hall," Yu Sheng said calmly as he shook the paper in his hand. "The reason they used such a primitive method as 'letters' to communicate was probably to conceal their actions with this special 'spell.'"
"The person who received the letter was definitely completely taken in," Eileen added from the side. "Blessings, escaping curses, goodwill, being misunderstood by the world, and all that—they're classic lines used by evil cults. But sometimes, they really do work."
Yu Sheng glanced at the expression on Little Red Riding Hood's face. After thinking briefly, he said, "Judging from what the letter revealed, Old Zheng didn't actually know it