Gong Shirao took a step closer to Ou Yimo, "You may not have the ability to be in two places at once, but some things can be calculated in advance. For example, you can plan to be kidnapped first, and then let others inform Doctor Zhan and me where you've been taken."
Ou Yimo's pupils suddenly contracted.
Gong Shirao continued, "Then, you had someone pretend to be a patient to lure me into the Operating Room, and while I wasn't paying attention, injected me with a drug potent enough to be fatal."
"According to your plan, Zhan Nanjue would rescue you from Warehouse No. 9, serving as your alibi. Then, your assistant would send me to the Morgue."
"That way, even if I didn't die at the time, I'd be dead for sure entering the Morgue, and then I might be cremated without anyone knowing my identity, or even knowing I was dead. I'd be deemed a missing person, possibly never to be found."
Ou Yimo's pupils expanded again, her breath becoming rapid.
