Passing the ruins, leaving Meisai and the rescue personnel far behind, Xiao Lin's eyes narrowed with precision as he found the corner in the photograph. Once, he was just a step away from this person, yet he didn't feel anyone's presence at all. This suddenly left Xiao Lin with a sense of fear; not for his own safety, but a curiosity about the deeply hidden person. Who could it be?
From the photograph, this person seems like a bystander. No matter how skillful one might be, it's unlikely to avoid the splatter of blood completely, yet the brown vintage shoes bore no stain, witnessing Wang Zhantian's killing up close with indifference. Who else could such a person be besides Hua Qingyi?
