There was a bright knife placed on the table, darkness shrouded the surroundings, and the tip of the knife pointed at the clock that was still moving. There was a piece of paper with a name written on it under the knife, and the handwriting on it was clearly visible.
The man not far away walked towards the hilt step by step, with a twisted smile on his lips, reading the words on the note over and over again.
"Shen Ning..."