Finding someone is actually quite troublesome, especially when the missing person doesn't want to be found.
Bai Yanliang stepped into Ren Wudao's room, slowly glancing around.
It was apparent that Ren Wudao was a person with a very regular lifestyle.
Generally, a man's bedroom wouldn't be impeccably tidy, but Ren Wudao was clearly an exception; similarly, Bai Yanliang was also an exception.
If there was anything in Ren Wudao's room that appeared messy, it would probably be that place...
Bai Yanliang's eyes shifted to the bookshelf, filled with books on medicine, psychology, trace evidence, geography, mystery novels, science fiction magazines, ancient classics... Ren Wudao's interests were very broad.
But what he had been reading recently should be that one.
Bai Yanliang pulled out a book that was almost fully inserted into the shelf.
The book's title was "The Explanation of Consciousness."
Coincidentally, Bai Yanliang had also read this book.
