All four walls of the office turned into snowfields.
Countless Lu Wenchuans stood in the snow. Some had threads piercing their chests, some had severed wrists, some knelt beneath the long steps of the Judgment Center, and some leaned against the wall of the Old Clock Tower with their eyes closed. Every scene was quiet, so quiet it seemed to have happened long ago.
Xu Zhihan stood in the center of the office, expressionless.
Lu Wenchuan stood beside him, his gaze sweeping across those scenes before finally settling on Shen Yu.
"You've got quite a collecting habit."
Shen Yu looked at him with a faint smile.
"These are all projections."
"Quite a few mistakes."
"Where?"
Lu Wenchuan raised a hand and pointed at the scene by the Old Clock Tower.
"That angle. I was standing farther to the side."
The smile on Shen Yu's face paused for a moment.
Xu Zhihan said coldly, "You're discussing this with him?"
Lu Wenchuan lowered his hand.
"Trying to distract you."
"You're terrible at it."
Shen Yu sat back down behind the desk, lightly tapping the cover of a medical record.
"Captain Lu sounds relaxed, but his body has already reached its limit. Mr. Xu sees that very clearly. If you keep moving forward together, the Tenth Layer, the Eleventh Layer, and the core layer will all use him to clear the way."
Xu Zhihan looked at the scenes in the snow.
Lu Wenchuan turned to look at him.
"Don't look."
Xu Zhihan said, "I haven't been drawn in."
"Your hand is tightening."
Xu Zhihan looked down and only then realized he was gripping his cuff, his knuckles white with strain.
He let go.
Shen Yu pushed one of the medical records forward.
"Lu Wenchuan's Fate Line currently has nine fractures, his anchor position