Sun Hang walked in.
There were no signs of scorching inside the passageway, and there were very few traces of a fight... Sun Hang only found a dozen bullet holes on the walls, with a few metal shell casings scattered on the ground. The caliber and number of the shell casings and bullet holes matched, indicating they were likely fired from the same handgun.
In those memory images just now, one of the two people was dragging his fallen companion while shooting behind him with a pistol. It was clear that these bullet holes and shell casings were left by that person.
"It seems that something eerie was indeed pursuing them..."
Sun Hang walked to the wall, reached out to touch the bullet holes, and then leaned in to sniff.
Apart from the unique smell of concrete in a damp environment, he didn't smell anything else.
There was no eerie residue left behind.
"What are you doing?" Yang Qi, who was closely monitoring Sun Hang's every move, couldn't help but ask.
