The night fell like a heavy black silk cloth, softly yet resolutely covering the entire city. Neon lights on the skyscrapers flickered and flashed, outlining the unique bustling noise of a city at night. Amidst this dazzling brilliance, however, Lin Yu's room felt like a forgotten island, tightly shrouded in gloom.
Lin Yu sat at a desk piled high with documents, the surrounding air seemingly frozen. His brow was furrowed, his eyes bloodshot, and his expression filled with exhaustion and anxiety. Lately, in order to prove his innocence, he had been running around like a headless fly. He grasped tightly at every possible lead, unwilling to let go of even a glimmer of hope. He shuttled through the city's streets and alleys, visiting one person after another who might know the inside story, but every single lead proved like a kite with a broken string, vanishing completely just as he was about to catch it, plunging him into the abyss of despair over and over again.
The computer screen emitted a faint glow, reflecting his haggard face. He mechanically flipped through the materials in his hands, the dense text looking like a swarm of clawing monsters mocking his helplessness. Suddenly, the computer let out a crisp notification sound, shattering the dead silence in the room. A new email quietly appeared in his inbox. Lin Yu instinctively glanced at it; the sender was listed as "Anonymous," sending a swell of doubt through his heart. In this sensitive period, any unusual informatio…
Chapter 70