The Gap

Although they were some distance away, Lin Muwan immediately recognized him. It was her brother, Lin Muyun!

Jiang Cheng recognized him too, but what puzzled him even more was Lin Muyun's current movement—or rather, his posture.

Lin Muyun was quite tall. Even crouching down, it would be difficult for him to hide completely beneath the table. The best way would be to hunch over, curving his back.

But he was doing the opposite. He pressed his back firmly against the wall behind him, stretched his neck slightly forward, and lowered his head. His whole body was in an extremely odd position.

To be honest, Jiang Cheng's first thought was that Lin Muyun was already dead, lying beneath the table just like Yuan Xiaotian had earlier.

But after observing him closely, Jiang Cheng couldn't find any obvious wounds on Lin Muyun's "corpse."

There was no blood nearby, either. That didn't fit the murderer's usual methods.

What exactly is he doing? Jiang Cheng wondered. That doesn't look like a good hiding place at all. As long as the ghost has eyes, it'll find him.

Lin Muyun was a smart man. He couldn't possibly be unaware of that.

"What is my brother doing?" Lin Muwan held up her notebook, her face full of worry.

Jiang Cheng gestured for her not to panic and whispered, "Don't worry. For now, your brother should be safe."

The words didn't ring entirely true. Judging by the way Lin Muyun looked, there was no way he wasn't in danger.

Just as Jiang Cheng was about to say more, his roving gaze suddenly stopped.

Then, as if he'd spotted something extremely abnormal, even his breathing hitched for half a beat.

Lin Muwan noticed Jiang Cheng's expression change slightly, and tensed up as well.

But when she followed his gaze,