"Photo?"
Following Qin Ran's gaze, Mier saw the picture frame that had fallen to the floor.
The glass-fronted frame had long since shattered because of the earlier intruder's violent break-in. Qin Ran carefully shook off the broken glass and picked it up.
The photo was of Smith himself.
Dressed in firefighter uniforms, he and his colleagues stood in the sunlight.
Unlike the file photo Qin Ran had just seen, Smith's face was no longer expressionless. A faint smile had appeared on it.
The kind that would be impossible to notice without looking closely.
Likewise, if one did not hold the photo in hand and examine it carefully, one would never discover that it had a hidden layer.
Or, more accurately, a sheet identical to the photo paper had been perfectly pasted over the photograph.
Qin Ran carefully peeled it apart, while Mier could not help asking, "How did you find it?"
It was not as if Mier had not searched the room.
In fact, after discovering that Qin Ran had disappeared, she had immediately checked the attacker's identity and searched the entire room.
But she had found nothing.
Her gaze had even swept over the fallen picture frame several times without discovering anything.
If she had picked up the frame, Mier was confident she would have noticed the difference, but this was not the time to make excuses for herself.
She was inferior to Qin Ran.
That was a fact.
Yet faced with that fact, the young consultant was not discouraged in the slightest.
On the contrary, she was very happy.
After all, this was exactly what Demon Hunters were like in her imagination.
"Your line of thinking was wrong."
"Obviously, Smith knew he had become involved in something extraordinary. It was only a matter of time before something happened."