After receiving the hint in the elevator, Han Fei dragged the corpse prop to the seventh floor with one hand, where all the windows were sealed with wooden boards, making the entire floor feel exceptionally oppressive.
He took out the security guard's phone and opened Xia Yilan's live stream, strangely, there was nobody in her live streaming room.
"The Plastic Surgery Hospital is filled with dynamic tracking cameras, which should follow Xia Yilan as long as she passes by, until she enters a blind spot of the camera's view. Now that her live stream is empty, it suggests that she must be stopping in some dead angle of the coverage."
As Han Fei slowly moved forward, he suddenly saw his own figure in Xia Yilan's live stream.
"Is she hiding around me?"
The moment he stopped, Han Fei felt someone rapidly approaching from behind. He swung the corpse prop backward but hit nothing.
