Almost at the same time as Xia Pingan's spirit body left Paris, in a basement somewhere in Paris's 11th District, Luo an's photo and information gradually appeared on a huge electronic screen.
Fang lingshang was standing in front of the electronic screen, looking at the information sent from China. His expression was a little interesting, but he was pretending to be calm.
On the screen, Luo an's hair was a little long. He was wearing sportswear, loose-fitting denim overalls, and a cap. He had a young and inexperienced expression on his face, and the words " artistic youth " were almost written on his face.
Fang lingshang's sharp gaze scanned the face on the screen inch by inch, not letting go of a single detail. Finally, she confirmed that this Luo an was the same Luo an she had met that night. This was not a coincidence or a coincidence. Although the Luo an in the photo and the Luo an she had met looked completely different, they were indeed the same person.
