Rashomon

Chu Yan and Lu Benwei rummaged through Fang Xiaoxiao's drawer together. Although this was immoral, human lives were more important. They could not care less.

Soon, they found the notebook with the countdown timer. They opened it. The beautiful handwriting was densely packed, and a countdown was engraved on every page.

"So many?" Lu Benwei subconsciously said in shock.

Unfortunately, other than the time, they did not find any other useful information.

"That's not right. Could it be that we guessed wrong?" Chu Yan furrowed her beautiful brows and became depressed.

Hu Wu also walked over with a solemn expression.

"Our direction should be right. Today, I've combed through the life stories of those who died. When those deceased were alive, they more or less had some interactions with Fang Xiaoxiao."

"Then I don't believe it." Chu Yan took out a stack of books from Fang Xiaoxiao's drawer.

Lu Benwei and Hu Wu were given a portion of it.