The elder brother of Director Shi?
Huang Qixin was startled.
This question was quite professional.
He pointed to the pocked and pitted marks on the prison cell walls.
"Sir, I have actually been investigating your brother's disappearance case non-stop, even when I was imprisoned."
Fang Yu stepped in and asked the prison guard to shine a candle on the wall, but still, it was hard to make out what was drawn there.
Crooked and skewed, resembling but not quite right, some looked like text in the super messy handwriting of an elementary school student, some were simple doodles.
Clutters here and there, disconnected, as if the text had been encrypted, a thing only Huang Qixin himself could understand.
If any player were to be locked in this cell later, they might think it is some Martial Arts Secret Manual left by a predecessor to speculate.
