The sedan chair rocked like a boat bumping on the river. Lu Zhixu's eyes suddenly opened, and there was a burning sensation in his throat, like alcohol burning. Her hand instinctively rushed to her neck, and her fingertips touched a smooth jade pendant. The jade pendant was cold, in stark contrast to the heat of the blood.
Gu Chuan sat at his workstation in the corner, like a forgotten sculpture.
There were three monitors standing in front of him, and the blue light reflected on his slightly pale face. On the screen was a surveillance video that was played repeatedly. The picture showed the busiest commercial street in the city, with people coming and going, and light and shadow intertwined.
