Gu Jianlin's right hand couldn't help but tremble when he saw this.
Night Watcher!
The man lying on the bed was actually a Night Watcher—a comrade of Old Gu and Uncle Mu!
He never expected to accidentally stumble upon clues about Uncle Mu's amnesia during this mission.
Soul Loss Gu!
Gu Jianlin silently clenched the file in his hand.
Although he still hadn't found any evidence to exonerate his father, he'd at least found something related to Uncle Mu.
Suddenly, with a loud thud, Fu Chaoyang fell off the bed outside the room. He scrambled into the room, grabbed an alchemy pistol from the wall, and aimed it at Gu Jianlin, like a cornered young beast.
It was clear that, as the adopted son of a Night Watcher, this child had received a certain amount of training.
For instance, anti-surveillance techniques or marksmanship.
All of which must have been taught by the man on the bed.
Gu Jianlin glanced at him and fell silent for a moment.
