"..."
Klein seriously considered the deeper meaning of Lin Chuan's words for a while. After all, "hidden connections" were often buried deep, so failing to figure them out was perfectly normal. Besides, Lin Chuan's solemn face really didn't look as though he was joking.
Three seconds later, he stood up expressionlessly, picked up a cup of sweet iced tea from the table, and asked calmly:
"Any last words?"
Lin Chuan shook his head, his expression sorrowful:
"Nothing more to say. Make it quick!"
Without a flicker in his eyes, Klein swung his arm, about to throw the entire cup of sweet iced tea over Lin Chuan's head.
I should never have trusted him to give serious answers through an entire conversation!
Yet before the flying liquid could touch that black trench coat, it vanished into thin air.
Klein wasn't surprised. He calmly sat back down, picked up another cup of sweet iced tea, and took a sip:
"Anything else to add? If not, I'll hurry back to the Blackthorn Security Company and report this to the captain."
The Antigonus Family Notebook had been in that room earlier, but that didn't mean it was still there now. The more time passed, the more things could change.
Besides, the notebook had already killed Will and Naya-and, in a sense, Klein as well. If they delayed too long, someone else might commit suicide because of it.
Lin Chuan shook his head slightly:
"No need to rush. Even if you head over now, you're already too late."
Katie Bieber had died five days ago. Her son, Ray Bieber, had subsequently abandoned his mother's corpse and fled with the notebook to a warehouse in the Harbor District to perform a digestion ritual.
"Besides," Lin Chuan reminded him casually, "have you thought of an explanation?"
"You