Chapter 117: Non-Human Society

The crowd downstairs had completely surrounded the building's first floor, each person eagerly whipping out their cellphones to snap photos of the jumper's corpse and share them on Twitter and Facebook without delay.

Falling from over thirty floors high, the man's body was no longer recognizably human, resembling a clump of bloody mud wrapped in clothes. Upon hitting the ground, the body had bounced and then struck the side of a nearby van, shattering its windshield.

Chen Ke also took a photo and sent it to Lester, who responded with a satisfied thumbs-up emoji.

The sudden surge and then fading of murderous intent inside the office had greatly intrigued Chen Ke, but what interested him the most was Lin Mo's soul.

In his field of vision, Lin Mo's soul, flickering like a lonely flame in the wind, emitted a faint white halo. Beside it, the information box displayed "Memory Sequence 0," indicating it was ready for entry again.