"I don't think that face is unfamiliar to you?"
As Fu Qian looked it over, the voice behind him spoke again.
"Like I said before, you could have simply left and avoided all this trouble."
"Unfortunately, the moment you saw certain things, everything changed."
"You mean that thing up there?"
Fu Qian pointed toward the ceiling.
He'd noticed it right away: directly above the bed, there was a familiar-looking metal net in the ceiling.
It looked a lot like the net that had caught him when he fell.
The difference was that the spikes on this one were more than twice as long, each one like a sharp little dagger. It looked downright vicious.
The net hung overhead, seemingly suspended by something, and covered the entire bed.
If it fell, even if the spikes weren't poisoned, whoever was on the bed would die instantly.
"That's right. Her life is now entirely in your hands."
"Also, you might be wondering what would make the net fall."
Jigsaw on the television confirmed Fu Qian's guess.
Before he'd even finished speaking, a section of the bedroom ceiling suddenly opened, and a rope ladder dropped down.
"It's simple. Just climb up and see for yourself."
How thoughtful of him.
Fu Qian didn't hesitate. He stepped forward and tugged on the ladder, silently commending the effort.
He could already guess what was up there without looking.
The reason he was fairly satisfied at the moment was that one thing had become almost certain from their exchange: the person on the television wasn't a recording, but someone speaking with him live.
He didn't think this alone would help him track the bastard down and kill him, but seizing every opportunity to learn more was always a good habit.
Fu Qian quickly climbed the ladder and found