"Oh, yes, I heard her call me." I admitted frankly.
"Following this sequence, the next person to be marked should be you." Mike said in a heavy tone.
"What should I do then?" I moved my arm awkwardly, pulling the muscles in my back along with it, not knowing if they can stop the 'black hand' from the shadows. They've blocked bullets, so as long as they don't fail this time.
"Don't leave our sight." Mike said.
"Alright." I walked to Qinghan, sat in front of him, and entrusted my back to him. If a black handprint appears, it must be his doing.
The two people who already had handprints gathered to discuss. This thing hasn't shown any effect yet, and there are hardly any clues for analysis, so we could only guess randomly.
Once I sat down, my mind quieted, and I suddenly remembered something. Wuyong had a black hand strangling her neck—wasn't there nobody in front of her?
If the black hand stretched out from her own body, we truly wouldn't be able to see who was strangling her.
