Xia Nan looked at Qin Manjiang in surprise.
Had he experienced a similar game before?
"So, have you thought it through?" Qin Manjiang turned to ask. "You really want to take a gamble? Your game only requires you to hold out until tomorrow. You have a chance of succeeding if you keep moving."
The water of Cityheart Lake was cold, and greenery surrounded it. Although autumn had already arrived, there was still plenty of life.
Xia Nan stared at the aquatic plants along the shore. The dark green weeds twisted like ribbons, gently yet eerily.
"Yes... a chance," Xia Nan said, watching a school of small fish dart out of the weeds, then vanish just as suddenly.
"Though I don't know how you've treated the Opening Lines in the past, Mr. Qin, my profession tells me that every phenomenon has a corresponding cause and effect. I absolutely cannot overlook anything questionable."
Xia Nan spoke calmly.
This young man, only a few years older than Qin Manjiang, did not seem to care much about whether he lived or died. Even when he first encountered the terrifying events happening to him, he had handled them better than Qin Manjiang had imagined.
Not only was he calm, but he came up with solutions extremely quickly.
"You were right to remind me, Mr. Qin. The Opening Lines mentioned hands, feet, and the neck. So far, my hands and legs have gone out of control, and it's getting worse, but nothing unusual has happened to my neck. That doesn't make sense. I think... this is a trap," Xia Nan said.
"Let's walk. Tell me about it," Qin Manjiang said to Xia Nan as he stood up.
On their way here, they had calculated the time between getting into the car and his body beginning to