The signal trace cut out halfway. The other party had likely discovered the tracker on Huo Qing’s leg and used some form of shielding.
Butterfly returned to the small, windowless, sealed room. A pillow had been placed on the chair, next to a projector she hadn’t seen before, its beam focused perfectly on the pillow. In the video, the pillow appeared as that little fellow who kept struggling and even reacted to certain sounds and movements—no wonder the people on the other end had been completely fooled.
Still, the image’s reactions were too limited. Huo Qing wouldn’t just spare her a single glance if he were truly there.
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