Under the dim yellow light, several moths kept crashing into the glass lampshade. They danced in the light, shattered in the light, until their bodies fell helplessly and vanished into the darkness.
An Investigation Bureau boot crushed a moth's corpse. The light warped as Security personnel wearing Blood Rings emerged from the darkness, one after another.
Dark clouds gathered, as though the night sky were about to collapse.
Oppressive. Silent. They advanced without a sound.
"We're here." Zhuo Jun raised his hand, and everyone stopped. Standing on Yanshou Street, east of the Xiangshengyong Apartments, they looked across the road.
A black vehicle with Xinhu plates slowly pulled to a stop on the other side. Wan Jie opened the door and stepped out.
He lit a cigarette, leaned against the car window, and asked casually, "What time is it?"
"Four minutes and forty-four seconds left." The First Team's Team Leader glanced at his watch. "What an auspicious number."
Unlike the East District's special Security squad represented by Zhuo Jun, Wan Jie and his people were all wounded. They seemed to have spent the past few days fighting nonstop.
Wan Jie nodded and looked behind Zhuo Jun, his gaze settling on Bai Xiao.
Bai Xiao was now completely different from before. His body was concealed beneath his uniform, and he gripped that strange long blade.
"Did he eat Malice's flesh? Those lunatics at the Mystery Analysis Institute really will try anything." Wan Jie closed his eyes, seemingly waiting for the end to arrive.
Ghost Story Players who had received mission notifications and members of Hanhai's various factions gathered there, though they had the sense to steer clear of Wan Jie and Zhuo Jun.
"The Investigation Bureau sent so few people this time. But why are they all wearing Blood Rings? Aren't Investigators'