Fang Chuyi bowed his head as he asked, because he didn't want anyone to see the tears in his eyes.
Memories, like smoke, vividly emerged before his eyes.
Although he had recalled the past countless times, he had never imagined that one day, those memories would be displayed before everyone, not his own recollections, but still chronicling his time.
When your life is such, how can you remain as calm as the water in an ancient well?
No one answered Fang Chuyi's question.
Although Shen Yue had understood what Gao Leng and the others meant—some people's thoughts are inherently straightforward, and guessing them was not difficult—he remained silent.
"Because we all agree that you are a key... figure in helping us crack major cases."
Finally, Gao Leng spoke up, "Because only you... can continue Medusa's train of thought, allowing us to carry on with our search for ideas."
After a pause, Gao Leng slowly said, "Because Medusa has given up."
