"Ziyan, have you checked all the surveillance videos outside warehouse number nine today? Is there any news about Shirao?"
"The surveillance videos near warehouse number nine have been tampered with."
"Check the driving records of the red Ferrari with license plate XXXX today." Before Zhan Nanjue finished speaking, he felt a burning sensation beneath his feet. "Ziyan, do you feel an unusual heat underfoot?"
Yan Ziyan felt it too when he heard that.
"Hurry and look around, see if there's any mechanism nearby. Shirao might still be around!!" Zhan Nanjue said urgently.
Yan Ziyan nodded and the two of them hurriedly began searching...
"Azhan, look quickly, there's a blaze at ten o'clock."
"Shirao must be there, she must be there!"
"Don't rush..."
"How can I not rush? She might already be trapped in the fire, she might already... no, she must still be alive!"
Zhan Nanjue tightly held the hairpin, placing it in his chest pocket, and frantically wheeled himself towards the flames.
