Yang Jian said, "Listen, I'm not Jesus. I can only do my best to protect the people who ought to be protected. You should be grateful right now—grateful that you can still stand here and argue with me, instead of lying dead in that hospital operating room."
"You still have abilities. I can tell, but you chose to hide them." Wang Xiaoming looked at Zhang Wei. "Someone who should have died is still alive. You possess secrets I don't know about."
"So what?" Yang Jian said. "Everyone has secrets. You're no exception."
"Even if there is only the slightest possibility, you should try. I know this request is excessive, but I've already done everything I can. You, however, still have much you can do. There is still time now. Once that thing harvests the entire city, any action you take afterward will be meaningless," Wang Xiaoming said.
Yang Jian looked at him calmly.
Sure enough, Wang Xiaoming had discovered Zhang Wei's death.
Though he did not know what method Wang Xiaoming had used, there must have been some clue left behind and entered into the files when all those staff members had gathered evidence at the scene last time.
But Wang Xiaoming was only suspicious. He was not certain. No matter how smart he was, he could never guess that the Ghost Mirror existed.
He was merely using bold assumptions and conjectures to discuss and reason things out.
"Finished? If you're done, you can leave. You know my condition is terrible right now. I might revive at any moment."
Yang Jian said, "And once I revive, maybe the first person I kill will be you."
"Professor Wang, stop provoking Yang Jian. Arrangements have already been made for you. Right now, your most important task is to survive for at least