Before leaving the Special Operations Bureau, Yu Sheng took the opportunity to tell Baili Qing some details he had learned while investigating Old Zheng.
After hearing about Old Zheng's experience, Song Cheng looked indignant. Even with his superior present, he still couldn't help swearing, "TMD, these Angel Cultists have never done anything decent..."
Baili Qing silently listened, then thought for a moment, her brows knitting slightly. "That 'spirit communication ritual' those cultists taught Old Zheng—the pattern drawn in blood. Did you record it?"
Yu Sheng froze for a moment, looking somewhat awkward. "Uh, I really can't remember it clearly. Mainly because the pattern itself had already been cleaned once and was extremely faint. I couldn't really see..."
Before he could finish, Eileen suddenly blinked and happily raised her hand. "I wrote it down."
Then the little doll glanced at Yu Sheng and quickly explained, "When you were 'distracted,' the pattern on the ground lit up for a moment. It only lasted for a very short time, but I remembered it."
Baili Qing immediately took paper and a pen from the desk and handed them to the little doll. "Can you draw it?"
Eileen struggled to grip the pen, which was almost as long as her arm. "I think so. I'll give it a try..."
As she spoke, she bent down and began carefully outlining a complex circular pattern composed of countless bizarre symbols and designs. At first, she was quite clumsy, seemingly unaccustomed to the pen in her hand, but soon her movements became smooth. A circular array that made people feel faint just looking at it gradually took shape beneath her pen.
Yu Sheng was dumbfounded as he watched from the side. After a long while, he blurted out, "Wait, what... Your memory is that good?! I've never seen