7:24:20.
On the outskirts of Xinhaishi, inside an old residential building, Daylight had been rifling through Shi Ziqiang's room for quite some time but hadn't found the hard drive.
Stuff like Secret Realm books, sketchbook notebooks, and old clothes from years ago had been turned over in abundance.
Theoretically, clues might be on these items, but they were covered in dust and grease, obviously untouched for many years. Judging by the dates of the periodicals, the most recent one was purchased four years ago, which was roughly when Shi Ziqiang fell into complete despondency.
How does that saying go?
Every man who fails the Vanguard selection thinks he's a Secret Realm artist.
Just when Daylight was feeling somewhat at a loss, a sudden impatient knocking erupted outside; after a commotion of opening the door, the old lady hurried back to Daylight's side and asked, "Leader, there are two... two oddly dressed and shabby-looking people outside, saying they're your colleagues..."
