Before Song Lan could hesitate over whether to come clean for leniency, an anonymous stranger helped him out of the predicament.
However, the method of extrication was up for debate.
The stranger had the bionic waiter at the restaurant hand over a few photos to the two of them, which immediately caused a physiological repulsion in Song Lan, nearly making him retch the contents of his stomach, while Lu Xiang was unaffected. She simply placed the photos beside her bowl and continued to savor her coconut milk bread with relish.
The background of the photos was a morgue, featuring a corpse that had been burnt to a crisp state. Through the cracked flesh of the corpse, one could faintly make out the prostheses that had been implanted in the body.
Song Lan glanced roughly at the photos, the contents of both were almost identical.
"Is this some kind of joke?"
He managed to calm down a bit and asked.
