Zhang Yuze hadn't expected the police to have snipers hidden in the shadows. He had been too careless. This was a common tactic for the police! Although he saw a large group of people surrounding him, Zhang Yuze wasn't nervous at all. Slowly, Zhang Yuze's figure disappeared within the abandoned house. When the police surrounded the house, they were shocked to find that there wasn't a single person inside. The mysterious killer had vanished from their sight, a truly bizarre situation.
Wang Song's funeral was held on a gloomy, rainy day. It was a grand affair, attended not only by his relatives and friends, but also by unrelated citizens who came to pay their respects. Zhang Yuze accompanied his parents and brought a wreath. He saw Wang Qian's sister, her face pale and haggard, her eyes swollen from crying. Zhang Yuze's heart ached. He said silently in his heart: "Sister Qian, I've avenged you. I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
Zhang Yuze saw that Qian-jie's eyes were dull, clearly overcome with grief. He wanted to go forward and say something, but a wave of guilt washed over him, and the courage he had mustered gradually faded away. By the time he left, Zhang Yuze hadn't spoken a word to Qian-jie, whom he hadn't seen in years. He could only say silently in his heart: "Qian-jie, I'm sorry, I hope you can get over this as soon as possible."
Late at night, Zhang Yuze walked alone under the dim streetlights of the city. The oppressive mood made him unable to stay at home; he just wanted to get some air. Looking at the busy crowd under the dim streetlights, Zhang Yuze suddenly realized that the distance between himself and them had widened greatly. Could it be that after gaining these abilities, he had become so distant from the lives of ordinary people? Was what he was doing right or wrong?
A living life had just disappeared like that, whether it was because he was implicated or personally ended, it was all because of him. Thinking of Qian-jie losing her father from now on, Zhang Yuze found that he didn't even have the courage to face her.
"Sigh!" The more Zhang Yuze thought about it, the more troubled he became.
"Hey friend, want to come over and have a couple of drinks?" Suddenly, a voice called out to Zhang Yuze from an open-air food stall.
Zhang Yuze was stunned when he heard this. He turned his head and saw an ordinary-looking young man, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old. There were also two very beautiful girls with him, both around seventeen or eighteen years old.
Without much thought, Zhang Yuze walked over and sat down without any pretense.
One of the girls, who looked very well-behaved, took a cup and chopsticks for Zhang Yuze.
He glanced at her and found that this girl was very pure and had a kind of simple temperament that was rare in the city nowadays. Seeing her fill his glass with wine, Zhang Yuze quickly said, "Thank you."
"Friend, your surname is Zhang, right?" The young man revealed a hint of interested smile on his face.
"Uh! I am, and you are...?" Zhang Yuze didn't expect this chance acquaintance to know his name, and for some reason, this young man gave him a very friendly feeling.
