679, who is it, exactly?

"Who... who are you?"

Carlos was shocked beyond measure.

The Du Wei with pitch-black eyes spoke coldly and heartlessly, "I am your master."

"Impossible, the master could not possibly appear at this time, you are definitely not him!"

...

Inside the villa.

The envelope had finished recounting the scenes from its memory.

Du Wei was completely baffled.

"Carlos saw another person who looked exactly like me in a tower during the Victorian Era?"

"[Yes, master, but that was not you, and moreover, Carlos's memory is not complete, it seems to have been erased, but he must not have died at that person's hands, after all, if it were you, Carlos would definitely have no memory left.]"

Du Wei lit a cigarette and started to smoke, guessing to himself.

"That phrase, could it be referring to the person who resembled me during the Victorian Era?"

"And to describe it that way means it is not human."

"Then what is it? With eyes pitch-black, could it be the Evil Spirit Du Wei?"