Shen Ruolan gasped in the darkness, her voice shaking like a string that was about to break.
I didn't answer, because I was rehearsing it in spare gear—did Watanabe send someone into the water to chase him? Are there machine guns deployed on the dock? Did Hao Ren know everything that happened here?
Precognitive scenes flashed one after another, like a revolving lantern.
"Your gears can tell if I'm lying."
Shen Ruolan's sentence was not a question, but a statement.
I finally stopped what I was doing, leaned on the planks of the sunken ship, and looked at her.
