By this minute, Song Yingqing, no matter how foolish, had realized something was amiss.
After sending the message out, she immediately sent another to the number Nan Yu had left her, to the policeman named Yan Ren.
Having done so, she continued to hide in the shadows, watching the old factory closely.
The derelict factory was pitch-black, completely silent, like a ghost town brimming with deathly stillness.
Nan Yu clambered over a wall into the factory, the bright moonlight barely allowing her to make out the collapsed buildings inside, the ground overgrown with weeds, and the vast emptiness.
Occasionally, she could also smell the scent of machine oil in the air.
The last time she had been here was ten years ago.
That year, this factory was known for machining mechanical parts and had some fame in City A, earning the Wen family a lot of money.
After an accident was discovered, the factory was shut down.
