From those few seconds of audio alone, there was very little we could deduce.
Gu Mo had said someone was under attack, and that was highly likely.
But all we knew was that someone had been attacked. Who the victim was and where it had happened were complete mysteries.
Gu Mo seemed to be in a bad mood. Maybe he was remembering when he'd been attacked.
Nangong Yao looked me over. All he could tell was that I bore a mark left by Christina. Given his current state, he couldn't tell where the mark's owner was.
We had no choice but to end the video call and wait for Han Yun to come back.
Han Yun didn't return all night.
Guo Yujie had rested well. She only grew a little nervous when she learned Christina had marked me.
"Let's go check out the site today." Wu Ling was calm, not the least bit agitated.
Christina had died on December 24, 1982, on a small stage. The stage had been set up in the third-floor hall of the Ruihuade Investment Company building. The five-story office building had been privately owned by Ruihuade. Before Ruihuade was swallowed up by another company, the building had changed hands and been converted into a mixed-use property with both offices and residences. There were also street-facing shops for rent on the first floor. It was a building with a rather haphazard mix of businesses.
"In 2019, the whole street was redeveloped to make way for a subway line. They demolished the building with explosives, too," Wu Ling explained as we drove.
We arrived at the former site of the building, now on the outskirts of Civic Park.
A few trees stood scattered around the park, but most of it was open lawn, with a wide, unobstructed