Watching Bai Xiaosheng as his gaze became fixed, staring blankly at the carefree "graffiti" on the ground, things that resembled scribbles indistinguishable from gibberish, he seemed entirely frozen, murmuring to himself, causing everyone to exchange puzzled glances.
The security chief, halted by Bai Xiaosheng's stern command, stood there motionless, daring not to shift his feet for fear of damaging the ground's patterns and invoking blame from this distinguished figure who had arrived on orders.
After a brief moment, the security chief recalled something and quickly said, "I did hear from the former guard here that the old man used to come and fish, sketching on these shores every time. No one knows what he was drawing."
Bai Xiaosheng suddenly looked up, his eyes sharp as lightning, fixed on the face of the security chief, his gaze somewhat intimidating, akin to a cat zeroing in on a mouse, "Did he ever enter the dam?!"
