His mind was a complete mess. Under Lin An's brutal threats, his survival instinct made him answer haltingly:
"I'm Xiao Hui's boyfriend."
"She—she disappeared. I couldn't get in touch with her, so I came over to check on her."
As he spoke, the young man kept staring at the slowly rotating compass, all kinds of wild legends flashing through his mind.
Could what I'm thinking be true!?
Lin An's eyes flickered. Under the cover of his Mental Strength, he could tell that the young man wasn't lying to him—and couldn't have done so.
The moment he saw the flip phone in the young man's hand, he snatched it without the slightest courtesy.
Combining the evasiveness in the young man's eyes with his jumbled emotions, Lin An flipped open the phone and casually asked:
"When did she disappear?"
"Did you call her?"
A missing girl, a man searching for his girlfriend, and an empty room.
It looked exactly like the stereotypical opening of a horror movie.
The young man froze at the question. As if recalling some unpleasant memory, he swallowed dryly and nodded.
"Are you a taoist?"
"Are there really evil spirits!?"
"When I called Xiao Hui, she said she'd been seeing something lately."
"That pair of shoes."
His answer had nothing to do with the question, and his thoughts were clearly muddled.
Lin An looked up at the young man without answering.
"Beep-beep."
The sound of keys being pressed rang out. Lin An quickly operated the phone and, as expected, found the call log.
Looking at the string of numbers, he casually asked:
"Is there a recording?"
The young man asked in return, shrinking his neck as he stared at the phone Lin An had taken from him. He nodded blankly.
"Yes."
"The last call has one."
"Beep."
A