What can be found in the basement of a gang big shot stained with colors?
Guns? Gold? Cash?
All of these are normal.
Even the appearance of a pile of corpses, Jason could accept that.
Even if these corpses were incomplete, that would be okay.
None of the things that appeared would make Jason hesitate.
The reason Jason was genuinely stunned was that the objects before him were too unexpected.
A rickety bicycle, not only without a seat but also without its rear wheel, was simply hanging in the air, placed inside a glass cabinet.
A floor clock, its pendulum long since stopped, with its hour, minute, and second hands all gone, only a white face ringed with multi-colored yellow left, obviously very old.
This floor clock was also inside a glass cabinet.
Jason turned his head to look to one side.
He saw... a crowbar?
Jason confirmed for a few seconds, it was indeed a crowbar.
Completely black, placed on red velvet, with a glass case, just like the previous ones, covering it.
