The restraint belt slowly slipped away from Black Cocoon's face, exposing his features to the damp and cold air, while falling into Ghost Bell's eyes inevitably:
——There was no doubt, it was the daughter from the Gu Zhuo Case, in the guise of "Su Zimai."
"Xiao... Mai?"
At this moment, Ghost Bell froze in place, almost instinctively and hoarsely whispering the name of his daughter.
The deep voice was drowned by the sound of the torrential rain, and the force exerted on the metal gloves by Ghost Bell gradually lessened.
The rain poured down even harder, as if it intended to drown the entire city. A flash of lightning illuminated the two people in the dim building floor.
The daylight-like brilliance fell on Black Cocoon's face, helping Ghost Bell realize once again that what he saw was not an illusion.
"No... Xiaomai."
