Every door was firmly shut.
Xu Xiangyang's gaze moved downward.
Only the door before him opened on its own without any wind, revealing a pitch-blackness so dark that he couldn't see his hand before his face.
...Without a doubt, that was the door leading to the interior of 41 Ann Street.
Xu Xiangyang clenched his teeth, cast aside the sight before his eyes, and without further hesitation, resolutely pushed the door and entered.
*
Li Qinglian had that dream again.
A recurring nightmare that relentlessly entangled her, refusing to fade away.
In her dream, Li Qinglian was younger, still a student living in an ivory tower, yet to don a police uniform.
Although her family hoped that she would work in a government office in the future, Li Qinglian didn't think so; she hoped to lead a freer life.
To evade her parents' persistent questioning, whenever school was out, she would leave Zhongdu City and head to a distant relative's home in a third-tier small town to spend her vacation.
