After he left the hospital to go to a nearby forest, Zhao Yu was thinking to himself, trying to anticipate what kind of encounter he would soon have. He had smelled something fishy on the anonymous phone call, so he could make a rough guess that something was amiss...
Although the person on the anonymous call had said that he had important clues regarding the case, Zhao Yu felt that the coming encounter would most likely be related to the Dui hexagram. It seemed that the Qian hexagram had yet to end. This was because there was still one more encounter awaiting him.
As it was already nine in the evening, the northerly wind was beginning to howl, hushing everyone. Besides the fallen leaves in the forest, nothing, and no one was in sight.
Zhao Yu gripped his jacket tightly, then pulled up its hood. However, the breeze was still bitingly cold.