What's the difference between the world captured by a camera and the world seen by the eyes? If flesh and blood are considered a dark box imprisoning the soul, then perhaps there's no difference between them.
Gao Ming finished looking at the sixth row of photos, and a question lingered in his mind—who was photographing Li Sansi?
In all the photos of the sixth row, someone else was capturing Li Sansi, and there's a person who entered the underground water network with him. Who is that person?
The kidnapped brother? The aunt with a hereditary mental illness? The foster father who once worked as a pipe fitter? Or was it Li Sansi himself who set up the camera in advance to shoot from a fixed position?
"Perhaps I should check out the underground water network myself."
Taking a deep breath, Gao Ming still felt a tightness in his chest. He was heartened by an urge to get out of the room. His eyes moved to the top of the wall where the last photo hung on the seventh row.
