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Yang Yin turned his head, his eyes carefully fixed on the bed.
On that bed lay a pure white quilt, completely covering it. Something seemed to be underneath the quilt, causing it to bulge outwards.
Yang Yin focused intently and could vaguely make out the shape of a person beneath the quilt. Could it be that Lu Xiaoran was sleeping there?
Thinking that Lu Xiaoran was lying under the quilt, he quickly approached the bedside and reached out to lift the quilt.
After seeing what was underneath, Yang Yin's pupils constricted in shock, and he hurriedly stepped back.
Lying on the bed was a person whose temple had been pierced by a bullet, with several blisters on their face caused by corrosive gas, looking as if they had just died not long ago.
Because he was so close, Yang Yin immediately recognized that the person was his former friend, Ma Zhibiao.
Little Ma... how could this be possible?
Yang Yin was too astonished to speak. He couldn't fathom how Ma Zhibiao's corpse ended up in Lu Xiaoran's room. Moreover, Ma Zhibiao's body had been exposed to toxic gas for two days; logically, it should have been severely decomposed by now.
Yet the state of the corpse before him was still remarkably fresh, appearing as if he had just died.
Thud!
The bizarre scene frightened Yang Yin so much that he kept retreating. Perhaps due to losing his balance for a moment, he slipped and fell directly to the ground.
Yang Yin hurriedly reached out his hand to steady himself and get back up. However, when his hand touched the ground, he felt a chilling sensation.
He looked down at the floor beneath him. There was a lot of clear liquid flowing across the ground, which appeared to be ordinary water.
Yang Yin noticed that this water was flowing in from the direction of the balcony. It had soaked half of the room's floor and was about to spill out into the hallway.
The reason Yang Yin had fallen earlier was precisely because of the slippery water on the floor.
Where did this water come from?
Yang Yin was momentarily puzzled; there was no sink on the balcony, so why was water continuously gushing out?
Ah, my hands!
Before Yang Yin could ponder the answer to this question, the water on the ground quickly froze, trapping both of his hands and half of his body to the floor.
Panicking, Yang Yin desperately tried to struggle and stand up. The parts of his body that were frozen had lost all sensation. Even if he wanted to fight back, he couldn't muster enough strength.
Just as Yang Yin was sweating in anxiety, a shadow suddenly floated in from outside the balcony window.
Startled, he hurriedly turned his head toward the shadow.
The figure hovered like a ghost in the air, slowly gliding through the window and finally stopping about two meters away from Yang Yin.
This time, Yang Yin could finally see clearly; the shadow before him was actually a person clad in full armor.
Without a doubt, this person was Lu Xiaoran, dressed in a Hazmat Suit. The pitch-black armor reflected a chilling light under the room's illumination, sending shivers down Yang Yin's spine.
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