"The memory extraction was successful, we've retrieved parts of the footage, and there's another part that won't be retrievable until tomorrow morning. This is one-third of the footage," Cheng Qing said quietly.
Retrieving memories requires advanced technology and fusion, so it takes a bit of time.
Bo Jingcheng opened his I pad, tapped on the adjacent player, and the screen was pitch black; Ji Shunuan also subconsciously leaned closer, her gaze fixed on the screen.
Suddenly, the black screen turned bloody—a knife plunged in and blood splattered everywhere.
"Ah!" A scream echoed on the screen, and then, a group of men in white robes appeared, resembling doctors, but they all had tattoos on their arms.
"It's this kind of tattoo. The ones who attacked us on the mountain when we went to visit the graves had these tattoos on their arms," Ji Shunuan, with her sharp eyes, quickly noticed the tattoos on the arms of the people in white robes.
The tattoos were clearly visible.
