The sudden knocking sound in the middle of the night made the guilty photographer freeze and become alert.
He walked to the door and carefully peered outside through the peephole. Then he raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Unlike the visitor he had expected, the one knocking at his door was actually a woman.
"Poushi Qinglan?" The photographer stroked his chin, puzzled.
But he quickly understood her purpose—it had to be because of that ring. When this female scholar had seen it, her eyes had practically lit up.
Late at night, a lone man and woman, and she needed something from him... As he thought about it, the photographer's eyes brightened. Could he be in for a pleasant encounter tonight?
Though he had no intention of handing over the ring, he still opened the door and flashed a handsome smile. "You..."
A gun rose and pointed at his right eye, its muzzle fitted with a long, narrow silencer.
"...Wait! Th-this must be some kind of misunderstanding." The photographer had never expected the person outside to be armed. His face went pale, and he suddenly shouted, "Help...!!"
Bang—!
Blood sprayed, and gunpowder smoke filled the room. Poushi Qinglan gave a cold laugh. "I really have to thank you for being such a loner and choosing a room this remote. Otherwise, it would have been hard for me to use a gun."
This man had not originally been on her Assassination List.
But earlier, the photographer had held up his video camera and made surprise recordings in every room. At the time, Poushi Qinglan had not expected anyone on the ship to be bored enough to do that, so in a moment of carelessness, he had filmed the photo of her ancestor that she had placed on the television cabinet.
—When Jiang Xia