The Puzzle Pieces Start Coming Together

The night air was crisp, the scent of rain lingering as Feng Ruoxi sat in Jiang Yukang's private study, poring over every document, every lead they had gathered on Liang Shuren. The dim glow from the desk lamp cast long shadows across the walls, making the room feel almost claustrophobic with the weight of the secrets they were unraveling.

Jiang Yukang stood by the window, his sharp eyes scanning the city skyline as he processed everything they had discovered so far. His fingers tapped idly against the window frame, a telltale sign that he was deep in thought.

"Liang Shuren isn't just some forgotten name," Ruoxi finally said, her voice steady but laced with tension. "Everything about him has been erased, but we know that my mother was trying to find him. The question is—why?"

Jiang Yukang turned back to face her. "Xiao Zheng is digging deeper, but this level of disappearance? It takes serious power to remove someone from existence this completely."