The flames beneath the Old TV Tower died slowly.
After Thunderfire burned through the remaining White Membrane in the Broadcast Room, it clung to the walls, curling up in strips with faint sizzling sounds. The half-mask Xie Wu had left behind was placed in an Evidence Box. The three characters on its back remained, their strokes looking as though they had been carved with a knife, their edges stained the color of old blood.
Oracle Tower.
Lu Wenchuan stood beside the Maintenance Shaft, a hole burned through his cuff and another fresh layer of gauze around his wrist. Xu Zhihan stood under the temporary lights, his face cold and pale, still holding that crumpled Mint Candy.
When Song Zhixia saw that he was still standing, her expression turned grim.
"You should be sitting down now."
Xu Zhihan looked at the Maintenance Shaft. "Shen Cheng hasn't finished speaking."
"True Shen Cheng only has a little soul light left. He needs time to recover too."
Xu Zhihan turned to look at her.
"I didn't ask him to speak now."
Song Zhixia sneered. "Your face says you're about to wake him up."
Lu Wenchuan lowered his head and chuckled.
Xu Zhihan looked at him.
Lu Wenchuan immediately raised a hand to indicate that he hadn't said anything.
True Shen Cheng's Work Badge lay in a transparent box, its soul light very faint. Fang Yan and the other twenty-three rescued people had already been taken away. Before leaving, Fang Yan had given the Seventh Team the Old TV Tower's maintenance plans.
The plans were very old, their edges yellowed, with several numbers marked on the paper in pencil.
C-49 was only the outer Maintenance Shaft.
Beneath the tower's foundation was another Lift Shaft that wasn't registered in the system.
The Deputy Captain spread the