That night.
The rain continued to fall steadily, each wave of cold air striking one after the other.
Inside the dimly lit room.
Two figures entangled on the bed.
Only God knows how much time had passed when there came a knock at the door.
The man did not respond.
Instead, he got up, pulled on his robe, and, gesturing to the door, said:
"Come in."
From beyond the door, a man in a suit entered, seeming not at all surprised by the scene he found. He walked straight to the desk and handed Fu Mingxiu an envelope.
"This was delivered today, but we couldn't track down who sent it."
Slightly eerie, as if it had just appeared out of nowhere.
Fu Mingxiu opened the envelope and took a glance, slightly squinting his eyes once he saw its contents.
He then opened an anonymous email on his computer sitting by his side.
Finding the sender's ID address was difficult.
