"Are... are you Lin Jie?" The woman, who was half-way through tidying up, suddenly asked aloud.
"Hmm?"
Yi Huangcheng, who was spot-checking the documents on the side, was visibly startled at first but quickly realized why the woman would ask him that question. He had seen the words left by Lin Jie on the wall at the far end of the left corridor of the Second Ward. Given the words previously spoken by the man in the suit, Lin Jie was looking for someone — and so was he. It was not strange that this woman would make such a guess.
"You're thinking too much. I'm not Lin Jie; I'm just like Lin Jie, also looking for someone. However, the person I'm looking for is just an ordinary person who might... already be dead."
Yi Huangcheng's tone carried a trace of sorrow and a longing for hope. Perhaps it was the emotion in his voice that slightly reassured the woman. This man did not fit her impression of Lin Jie, although Lin Jie always appeared with a human-skin mask.
