"Ah, the riddler again..." Lu Yuan muttered under his breath toward his phone. Ge Wenjun's call relieved a considerable amount of the oppressive feeling in his chest.
From the television news, the information Ge Wenjun revealed, and the two Fly Shuttles he had seen a few days ago, it seemed the 'higher-ups' had likely officially started to act against the forces or organization behind the missing persons case. And they appeared to have achieved some results.
Once they were free, they would deal with the Rat Man issue next. Having been "imprisoned" for so long, experiencing that pervasive and ever-intensifying anxiety every day, that kind of life was finally coming to an end.
Just hold on for a few more days, Lu Yuan prayed silently. Hopefully, the next phone call I get from Ge Wenjun will be to identify the Rat Man's body at the police station...
"Yuan."
"Huh?"
