Going it alone certainly had its endless advantages, but it wasn't without its drawbacks.
For instance, after Fu Tailan took out his phone and snapped a few pictures—CLICK, CLICK—of the residents' mailboxes, he stood alone in the silence and couldn't help but miss Remy a little.
'If she were here, she'd definitely be saying things like "As expected of the supervisor," "So meticulous with the details," or "A normal person wouldn't have thought to take pictures."' Whether she meant it or not, it was always nice to hear.
After all, the mailboxes had room numbers and names on them. Who knew? They might come in handy later.
Fu Tailan put his phone away and looked around, feeling the regret of a famous actor with no audience. 'What good was being a professional if there was no one around to admire my work?'
'Whatever. Remy isn't here, but there are still two future victims up ahead. I'll just show them the photos after I snatch the Illusion.'
Fu Tailan glanced over his shoulder.
