Wu Chang nodded.
Zhao Yan: "There are some things I didn't write down in the files. When we initially infiltrated Night Song to investigate, we went in seven nights in total and found no issues."
"The guy who investigated with me, code-named Monkey, was as sharp as they come, smart. Half a year after the Night Song incident, he suddenly called me one night, saying he had just come out of a dungeon. For some reason, his Inspiration skyrocketed, and with that Inspiration, he discovered something was wrong with our past investigation."
"What was the issue?" Wu Chang pressed on.
"He said that, relying on Inspiration, he recalled many details from his memory. The memory of the seventh night was largely pieced together from fragments of the previous six nights, meaning there was a chunk missing from his memory of the seventh night."
Zhao Yan extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, lit a new one, and continued:
