At this moment.
Inside the long-sealed Caesar Hotel.
Yang Jian sat casually in a chair, holding a pencil and drawing paper. At an unbelievable speed, he rapidly sketched a face from his memories.
That memory did not belong to him, but to the woman named Huang Ying. It was the terrifying sight she had witnessed.
Less than a minute had passed.
A lifelike face appeared on the white sheet of paper.
"This is the person." Yang Jian set down the pencil and examined the drawing.
The portrait depicted a young man. His complexion was dark and dull, utterly devoid of luster, steeped in deathly stillness. Corpse spots had even surfaced on his face. Although his eyes were open, they were numb and hollow, without the slightest trace of life. Judging from this, he had long since become a corpse.
Moreover, he had probably been dead for several days already, and slight decomposition had begun.
But Yang Jian could not determine exactly how many days the man had been dead from a single image, because supernatural power could preserve the state of a corpse for a long time, allowing it to decay without rotting away.
What he needed to see was this person's appearance, and whether he could remember where he had encountered this corpse before.
Yang Jian possessed an ability akin to perfect recall. Of course, that did not mean he had an exceptionally good memory. It merely meant that he could revisit past memories whenever he wished, like a computer reading old data again.
"My memories are too jumbled, too numerous. There are also countless other people's memories in my mind. Those memories surface from time to time, making everyone I see feel familiar, as though I know them from somewhere, or have seen them before."
"But this corpse