In Song Lin's eyes, the figure of the little boy in the surveillance video gradually aligned with the blood-thirsty figure from his nightmares.
Song Lin's eyes widened in surprise, staring unblinkingly at the monitor in front of him.
After what seemed like a long while, Song Lin was awakened by the burning sensation on his fingertips. Coming to his senses, he looked at his fingertips where the cigarette he had just lit had burned down to the filter, not knowing when it had done so.
The pain and burning sensation at his fingertips were caused by the cigarette butt burning his fingers.
Song Lin took a deep breath, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and looked back at the surveillance video that was playing on a loop.
"How could it be you..."
Song Lin's face was filled with disbelief and shock as he muttered to himself.
"Weren't you blown to death?"
Song Lin's eyes were fixed on the monitor, on the surveillance video that was looping continuously.
