Old Zhao returned to the headquarters with the photograph. Wang Ning and Bai Zhen took a look and furrowed their brows: "What is this?"
"It's Black Moon's home." Zhao Bowen answered.
The two old pals were taken aback.
Bai Zhen snatched the photograph from Zhao Bowen's hand, his eyes wide open, but no matter how close he got, he could only see a blurry sesame paste.
Old Bai was even unable to distinguish the right side up of the photograph. He rotated the photo 180 degrees, then rotated it back another 180 degrees. No matter which angle he used, it was all a mass of black and white noise.
If you say this is Black Moon's lair, then Black Moon's lair does look remarkably abstract.
