No one would believe me if I said he wasn't me----
Looking at that red-background ID photo taken at the Special Management Department, his expression stiff as a corpse's, Bai Zhou felt a knot of doubt rise in his heart.
Didn't you see the ghost-struck look on Fang Xiaoxia's face beside him?
Just who exactly was she running away with----could she have become his accomplice too?
Doubt welled up in Fang Xiaoxia's heart.
That whole string of titles, like someone rattling off dishes from a menu, sounded even more intimidating than Gem Witch's long list of epithets. It made Bai Zhou's delicate face seem cold and mysterious in the rain-lashed darkness of night.
What did "utterly vicious and evil" mean? What did "hunted by the Authorities, yet never captured" mean?
What did "a deranged killer responsible for a chain of Bombing Cases"—the massive explosions reported on the news every day, you mean those were your doing?
Fang Xiaoxia's mind was a complete mess.
If not for the dependence and trust they had built in the Maserati and on the Paper Airplane just now, Fang Xiaoxia would probably have instinctively backed away several steps.
But she didn't.
Her shocked gaze flicked from Bai Zhou to the masked witch with suspicion. Fang Xiaoxia was beginning to suspect that this woman, who seemed to be a cosplay enthusiast, was lying.
An inherently wicked female cosplayer was surely just slapping labels on people, trying to drive a wedge between comrades fleeing for their lives together—she had to be with those monsters--
"Though there are quite a few discrepancies in the details----theoretically speaking, the Bai Zhou on that Wanted Poster should indeed be me."
But Bai Zhou admitted it.
He admitted it openly, nodding with an odd expression.
The revelation made Fang Xiaoxia