"Zijin, are you sure?" Gong Shirao tightly clasped Cheng Zijin's hand in return.
Due to their nervousness, both of their hands were covered in fine beads of sweat.
"I can't say for certain they're the same person, but I'm sure their eyes look incredibly similar," Cheng Zijin said.
Gong Shirao's pupils suddenly contracted and then expanded, repeating several times before she suppressed her shock.
Cheng Zijin was still flustered: "Shirao, what should we do? If my guess is correct... that would be too terrifying... Could it be... Maybe I saw it wrong?"
"Zijin, don't panic." Gong Shirao instead comforted Cheng Zijin, "I will investigate thoroughly."
Cheng Zijin's mind was in turmoil; earlier the hospital's surveillance had been destroyed, as well as the surveillance near Warehouse No. 9, these actions clearly premeditated...
