The moment Lu Chen's pupils shrank, the world disintegrated into a stream of data in his eyes - when the thinking insight eyes reflected the bruises on Liu Yao's neck, he suddenly tore apart the gentle mask.
In the two-dimensional city with chaotic neon lights, every smile hides a bloody mystery.
The Junior Puzzle Solver Medal flashes in the heavy rain, and the dark web behind the serial disappearances is arranging forty-eight ice coffins as totems for the awakening ceremony.
"The mortality rate for special puzzles is 97%. Are you sure you want to accept the order?" The system warned of piercing the eardrum.
Lu Chen's retina reflected the tampered barcode on Liu Yao's collarbone - that was a fatal number that only a legendary puzzle solver was worthy of being engraved on.
When the insight eye penetrated the three-dimensional projection, they caught the breathing frequency of the real murderer at the edge of the data abyss, and the hierarchical barriers of the entire suspenseful world were crumbling between the palms of their hands.
