Zhang Xulin had just drifted into that hazy space between sleep and dreams when her phone vibrated violently against the bedside table.
She frowned, groping for it blindly.
["Sister Xulin, come down quickly. I caught a killer."]
"…Huh?!"
The last traces of drowsiness evaporated.
"What? A killer?!" She shot upright in bed, her heart pounding.
["Anyway, get to the living room."]
Su Mo's calm voice sounded.
Before she could ask anything else, the line went dead.
Zhang Xulin stared at her phone.
"…This guy."
Her brows twitched. 'Why is he dropping bombs and vanishing like some mysterious mastermind in a cheap thriller?' She complained inwardly.
Yet strangely, her panic eased.
Because Su Mo's tone of speech didn't sound tense. If anything, he sounded mildly inconvenienced. Like someone telling her that the milk had run out.
Well, given his strength… a killer probably wasn't much of a threat to him.
Still, the word killer wasn't something you'd just brushed aside.
