Alice Smith gently withdrew her gaze and stood up again to walk towards the corner.
Actually, no need to say, she already knew.
Just now on the computer, she had seen clearly.
The Mason Wright in the photos was completely unlike his usual self; dressed in army green camouflage, his face thickly painted with oil paint, holding a gun in his hand, his gaze... like a lone wolf.
Even just in photos, she could fully see the gloom and fierceness emanating from him, so different from the honesty usually seen.
About half an hour later, the blue butterfly's swiftly moving fingers finally stopped, leaving only photos of three men on the large computer screen.
Shane Winchester immediately called Mason Wright to identify which one was most likely.
Upon seeing the photos, Mason Wright was taken aback for a moment, staring dazedly at the far-left photo: "He... isn't dead?"
