C317 Deceleration

31 City River Street.

Morning, heavy rain.

Gao Zhan stared at the coin eyes and asked: "You said that Dai Fei's and Wu Hao's death was an accident?"

I nodded.

Nightingale was a special kind of ghost. It had a very deep obsession that could invade one's heart and confuse and even control one's mind.

When a person was awake