Zhang Yuanqing used Night Roaming, rode the currents down, and entered the tunnel.
Along the arched ceiling of the tunnel, a high-powered xenon lamp stood every five meters, its snowy-white light filling the inner-ring tunnel.
A roadblock had been set up at the intersection over ten meters ahead, forbidding passage.
Inside the quiet tunnel, cars stood parked one after another. They had been left behind by the ordinary people who had vanished in the tunnel more than two hours ago.
After the Public Security Bureau and the official Walkers surveyed the scene, they took away valuable clues such as dashcams and bloodstains. The cars, meanwhile, had temporarily been left here.
On one hand, it was to preserve the scene. On the other, they could not yet confirm that the tunnel was safe. To prevent anyone else from being harmed, the tunnel would remain closed for several days, so it was better to leave the cars where they were.
It had to be said that the official Walkers were indeed experienced. That little girl in the red hood had probably never left the tunnel.
The missing people were all in the tunnel as well.
Once traffic resumed, another mass disappearance might occur in a few days.
"Tap tap tap tap."
In the empty tunnel, the Red Dancing Shoes spun around wildly. At times, they sprinted across car roofs, leaving footprints behind; at others, they skittered along the tunnel ceiling and walls.
Invisible, Zhang Yuanqing slowly walked between the cars, watching the Red Dancing Shoes buzz around like a headless fly as he frowned in thought.
"The little girl in the red hood never left, and neither did the missing people, yet the official Walkers noticed nothing."
There could be no more than two reasons. First, the little girl in the red