Amon dragged the corpse into his parents' bedroom. His home had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a living room, with a small study partitioned off as well, so there was plenty of space.
He picked up a kitchen knife and began brutally dissecting the corpse. Xia Mi watched this guy who had turned into a mad scientist in speechless disbelief, then left the room.
She planned to ask the nearby residents about Amon... His behavior truly did not resemble that of an ordinary worker.
The skills of an agent, the caution of an agent, and the heart of a research fanatic—he was practically the template for a movie's main villain!
The buildings in the old neighborhood were not tall, huddled beneath the gray daylight like a faded, brittle old photograph. Fine rain fell soundlessly, weaving an endless, sodden net that stitched heaven and earth together.
On the first floor, Xia Mi found two elderly people, an old man and an old woman. Both were white-haired, seated on bamboo chairs polished glossy with wear, facing outside.
They did not speak. They merely stared blankly into the distance, as though recalling something, like two statues.
Xia Mi stepped forward. "Grandpa, Grandma... I'd like to ask you something."
The white-haired old man looked over with clouded eyes.
"Ah, Xiaoyu, it's been so long since I've seen you, girl. Are you on break? You young people really are something. Once you leave for school elsewhere, you don't come back for years..."
Whether his eyesight or memory was failing him, the old man seemed to have mistaken Xia Mi for someone else.
"Old man, Xiaoyu left long ago. Have you forgotten?" the slightly hunched old woman beside him interrupted.
"Xiaoyu left. Xiaoyu left..." The old man repeated it twice dully. After staring blankly for a