Zheng Tan trusted his instinct. He suddenly regretted coming here.
No matter how curious he was, he shouldn't have risked his life. Even if he was a cat, living was better then dying.
He didn't know that the fur on his back was standing on end. He was deeply afraid and couldn't notice the change in his body.
He decided to leave right now to be safe.
Just when he was about to jump off the window sill, he saw a scene through the shades that he would never forget.
Lai Er was on fire!
No one poured gasoline on him. No one lit the fire.
But a fire was burning.
There was no sign this was going to happen except for the foreboding feeling Zheng Tan had felt.
Zheng Tan couldn't see Lai Er's face, but he could see the masked face on the laptop screen. The screen reflected the light from the fire, but Chen Zhe was calm. Too calm.
