Chapter 581 Disarming the Bomb

Melody extended two fingers onto the screen, enlarging Cyril’s figure several times.

Her gaze settled on the hands behind his back and the closed feet. How could someone maintain the same posture for so long?

Lisa's words echoed in her ears. Cyril never performed this action. Her eyebrows furrowed. Could this man not be the real Cyril?

Melody quickly spoke into the earpiece, "This man's habits don't quite match Lisa's description. I think he might not be your father."

At the words, Philip stared in shock at the figure of his father ahead. He took several large steps, only to find a featureless mannequin. He froze in place.

Melody and Christopher, through the camera on Philip's clothes, also saw the true face of this person. They hadn't expected Cyril to use a dummy to deceive them. Where could the real him be right now?

Philip frowned, his face tense. He groped around the mannequin. In its lining, he found two small devices emitting sporadic blue lights. Presumably, one was the s