In Rong City, inside an office building in South City.
This time, they didn't meet in the conference room. They went straight to Lin Wan'er's residence.
The situation was too urgent.
By the time Chen Ran hurried in through the door, quite a few people had already crowded into the small room. The atmosphere was strangely tense and uneasy.
No. 2 frowned deeply, and even No. 3 wore a rare look of solemnity.
Lin Wan'er had gotten up in such a hurry that she hadn't had time to change. She had only thrown a coat around herself. Beneath that plain-looking face, her figure was beautifully curvaceous.
Wanyan Ning was there, too. Since she had to keep helping Lin Wan'er maintain that face, she lived nearby.
At that moment, everyone's attention was fixed on the boy in the middle.
The boy kept his head lowered, his body still trembling now and then, as though he had suffered a terrible shock.
Even more horrifying, his left hand was covered in blood, which kept dripping down. His little finger was completely gone, and his ring and index fingers bore bite marks. Pale bone even showed through.
But compared with the physical torment, the greater blow to No. 13 had been mental.
He couldn't forget the moment No. 10 was killed, or the killer's face and black trench coat.
That was right. He had already identified the killer through his ability.
"What happened?" Chen Ran couldn't stand the deathly silence. It only made him more uneasy.
At his words, No. 13 began to tremble, his hands shaking as blood dripped from the tips of his left fingers. "I saw it. I saw... the person who killed No. 10."
"Who was it?" Chen Ran raised an eyebrow. "That bastard No. 1, right?"
No. 13 looked