The next morning.

A motorcycle roared loudly, stopping in front of a blocked apartment building.

A man wearing sunglasses got off the bike, dressed in black, with a cold aura, his complexion slightly pale, looking somewhat unusual.

“Working overtime early in the morning, no overtime pay, really tough.”

Gao Ming muttered softly, but his assistant beside him heard it clearly.

Everyone knows.

Gao Ming is known for working nine to five, with weekends off, and holidays off. To him, work is work, life is life, and he never sacrifices life for work.

“There are some survivors inside, but for safety reasons, no one’s been sent in. We’ve been waiting for you to handle it.”

A person responsible for sealing this place came to report.

Gao Ming said, “Looks like Yang Jian really doesn’t intend to handle things here casually. Does he have to be so clear about it? He’s a captain after all. Can’t he consider my plight?”

He felt a bit troubled. In his view, Yang Jian should have settled this last night, and then he’d make a brief appearance.

“Forget it, I’ll go in and take a look. You all continue to block here.” Gao Ming reluctantly walked inside.

Actually.

After Yang Jian left with Miao Xiaoshan and a few others last night, people continued to die here, quite a few, gradually around five or six.

But compared to a true paranormal event, this damage is undoubtedly much smaller.

Soon.

Gao Ming appeared in the stairway, seeing a cold corpse. Judging by its condition, it didn’t seem to be killed by a ghost, but rather fell while walking downstairs, breaking its neck and cracking its skull.

There was no lingering paranormal power on the corpse.

Very clean.

“Did someone use supernatural power to kill?” Gao Ming took off his sunglasses and wiped them with the corner of his shirt.

In the dim corridor, he revealed those eerie eyes, no, rather eye sockets, as they were empty and dark, like two bottomless abysses emitting extraordinary eeriness.

Gao Ming put his sunglasses back on after wiping them.

Though he had no eyeballs, he could see everything around him like a normal person.

However, what appeared in his eye sockets was different from what ordinary people saw.

No colors, everything was pitch black, yet in this dark vision, things had contours, shapes…..The only difference was that supernatural forces would exhibit different colors in his eye sockets.

Yesterday, he saw Yang Jian.

In his vision, Yang Jian wasn’t a normal human, but rather several crimson ghost eyes bizarrely staring at him, making him feel immense pressure.

Yes.

The ghost eyes with supernatural power in his vision had colors, able to display their original colors.

“Let’s check the upper level.” Gao Ming continued forward.

He quickly saw another corpse.

It was a young man.

The young man’s posture was equally distinctive; though walking on a flat corridor, he still fell to his death, his head facing downward, neck broken, dying like an accident.

The two corpses died in the same manner, clearly caused by supernatural power.

Gao Ming briefly observed the corpse, then ignored it and continued forward.

His eye sockets detected traces of supernatural power.

In pitch-black vision, any supernatural occurrence stood out like a beacon in the dark night.

That’s why he became the person responsible for this city, able to detect paranormal phenomena anywhere in his vision.

In certain situations, even Yang Jian’s ghost eyes couldn’t compare to his.

However, Gao Ming always suspected Yang Jian’s ghost eyes were just one of his pieces of the puzzle. If he could acquire Yang Jian’s ghost eyes and put them into his sockets, it might yield unexpected results.

But that’s just a thought.

Gao Ming felt if he expressed such ideas, he might die mysteriously the next day.

“Got the traces, hiding quite deeply.”

Quickly, after circling around, Gao Ming arrived at an inconspicuous apartment.

It seemed uninhabited for a long time, the door tightly shut.

“I am the person handling this paranormal event, open the door. I know you’re inside; no more hiding. This place is sealed, without my order, this situation will persist. As an ordinary person, you can’t escape.”

Gao Ming spoke, peering slightly.

Though there were traces of paranormal power, there wasn’t a ghost figure, just a living person hiding inside.

However, there was no reaction from the apartment.

“Still hoping for luck? If I act, things could get unpredictable; you might die here.” Gao Ming said.

He preferred fewer troubles as much as possible.

Words work; actions are avoided.

Inside, silence resumed.

After a while, the door opened.

A young man stood there, pale and haggard, looking quite awful, evidently marked by paranormal erosion.

“Yang Zifeng, as expected, it’s you.”

Gao Ming’s smile revealed a hint of coldness: “During the initial investigation, your corpse appeared first, but subsequently disappeared. I suspected you were behind this. Such ruthlessness at a young age, killing so many? Let’s hear it, where did you encounter supernatural power?”

“Better be frank; I’m reasonably easy-going. If it were yesterday’s person handling this, you’d be dead by now.”

Yang Zifeng’s eyes flickered, looking at the stranger with sunglasses.

He hesitated, felt some fear.

From Gao Ming, he sensed danger, and he understood there were those specialized in handling paranormal events in the city, like Miao Xiaoshan’s high school classmate Yang Jian.

These people aren’t easy to deal with.

If mishandled, they really might kill.

“Will I be fine if I talk?” Yang Zifeng asked.

“If you don’t talk, there will definitely be trouble.”

Gao Ming said: “You aren’t stupid; you know some people can’t be touched, otherwise that Miao Xiaoshan would have surely died yesterday. You likely didn’t anticipate drawing Yang Jian here.”

Yang Zifeng was silent for a moment, then said, “I didn’t intend to kill the female classmate, I killed some deserving males. As for Miao Xiaoshan, I was just curious about the candle she held, so I tested it a bit. I’ve heard of Yang Jian; he’s like you, so I didn’t want to provoke him.”

“Deserving males? Seems like vengeance.” Gao Ming laughed, “I’m interested now. Care to elaborate?”

“At a gathering, several guys got a few girls drunk and took them back to the room, my girlfriend being one.”

Yang Zifeng spoke calmly, but couldn’t suppress the fury.

“Those few are from the student council, wealthy and powerful. I can’t do anything about them. This time, they wanted to use this chance to play a supernatural game, deliberately turning off the lights to scare the girls, attempting to trick them into their room. So, I took the opportunity to turn the fake haunting into a real one and kill them.”

“The first to die was the president of the student council, Zhao Yu. I killed him myself.”

As he spoke, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

After killing, Yang Zifeng was no longer the ordinary student he once was. He transformed, matured.

Gao Ming nodded approvingly, “Well done, you’ve rid us of a menace.”

Yang Zifeng looked at him in surprise, “You agree with my actions?”

“Why wouldn’t I? There are so many scumbags these days. Sometimes, when I work, I do a bit of a sneaky trick too.”

Gao Ming grinned slightly, “Feels good, doesn’t it? Punishing evil and promoting good. You feel what you’re doing is righteous, meaningful, a sense of elevation and transformation.”

“But no matter what you do, you have to pay the price. Yang Jian chose to let you go, but I won’t. After all, I have to work.”

Now he understood why Yang Jian left yesterday.

Perhaps in Yang Jian’s eyes, what Yang Zifeng did was right, so he didn’t want to intervene.

“I understand, so you can arrest me or even kill me. I have no objection. It’s just a pity that Wan Hao got away.”

Yang Zifeng said, with a hint of regret, because yesterday Wan Hao held that candle in his hand, preventing him from succeeding. He didn’t dare to appear in front of Yang Jian either.

“That unlucky fellow who snatched the Ghost Candle? Rest assured, his end will be much worse than yours. Anyway, let’s skip this topic. I’ve understood your story. Now tell me about your Supernatural Power. You’re not a ghost hunter, yet you possess supernatural power, which is quite rare.”

Gao Ming said, feeling that if the conversation continued, it would soon be time for lunch.

By then, he’d have lunch and then ride the motorcycle for a spin in the afternoon, estimating today’s work wouldn’t be completed.

“A few nights ago, I went out to buy something and met a little girl about ten years old on the roadside. She wore a dress, was completely dirty, looked like a stray kid, so I kindly bought her something to eat. Then that little girl, to thank me, handed me a piece of paper, saying that if I wrote something on it, my wish would come true. At that time, I noticed something strange, so I thought what she said was true.”

After speaking, Yang Zifeng opened his palm, revealing a small paper ball.

After unfolding, it was a dirty cartoon sticker.

On the sticker, Yang Zifeng’s wish was written, roughly visible as hoping he could become a vengeful ghost for one hour.

Thus, during that hour yesterday, Yang Zifeng was no longer alive, having become a vengeful ghost, a temporary anomaly.

“Interesting, a wish-fulfilling sticker from a little girl’s hand, even a wish that can temporarily turn someone into a true vengeful ghost. That’s remarkable.” Gao Ming frowned, feeling the matter was significant.

Because Yang Zifeng said, that little girl is still in this city.

“Specify the exact day you met the girl.” Gao Ming felt the need to investigate further.

“Four days ago, at eight twenty in the evening, I went downstairs to buy something and saw her near a convenience store.”

Yang Zifeng answered without hesitation, clearly recalling the incident well.

Gao Ming said, “Good, I’ll investigate this matter later. If you cooperate well, I won’t use force nor restrict your actions. Just obediently follow me.”

After speaking, he gestured with a wave.

Without wanting to use force, prompting Yang Zifeng to obediently follow.

Yang Zifeng also understood he couldn’t escape, now being an ordinary person. Facing those with supernatural powers, he lacked any capacity to resist.

Having experienced the power of a vengeful ghost himself, he deeply understood how terrifying these people are.

“Easy fix, easy fix.” Gao Ming was in a good mood.

Today’s work was completed smoothly again.

However, just as he was leading Yang Zifeng downstairs.

Suddenly.

Yang Zifeng lost his footing, stumbling unexpectedly and falling down the stairs.

“Hmm?”

Gao Ming immediately reacted, extending his hand in an attempt to catch him. With his reflexes and ability, catching Yang Zifeng was no problem.

However, the next moment.

In his hollow, pitch-black eye sockets, a terrifying vision of a vengeful ghost suddenly appeared. The ghost stood right next to Yang Zifeng, chillingly malevolent, staring in this direction with a strange fierceness.

Gao Ming instinctively stopped his hand.

Because he felt if he reached forward ten centimeters more, he’d touch this vengeful ghost and be targeted by it.

That brief hesitation was enough.

Yang Zifeng fell down the stairs, accompanied by a crackling sound. His entire body landed in a bizarre posture, his neck snapped, his skull cracked, eyes wide open, dead on the spot.

A living person.

Just like that, directly died from an accident.

As Yang Zifeng died, the terrifying form of the vengeful ghost in Gao Ming’s eye sockets rapidly dissipated.

Along with the disappearing was the dirty cartoon sticker.

“Was it the curse of yesterday’s wish? I was careless, should have realized supernatural powers aren’t so simple, definitely requiring a price.”

Gao Ming looked at the corpse on the ground, his face suddenly becoming grim.

Because he had made an error in his job.

More importantly, the death of Yang Zifeng would affect the investigation.

This was really troublesome.

Gao Ming scratched his head, looking at the corpse, pondering how to lie and cover up the matter, otherwise he’d have to work overtime tonight.

However, these subsequent situations were unknown to Yang Jian.

At the moment, early morning, he hadn’t gotten up yet, sleeping in lazily.

Though, he wasn’t asleep.

Because beside him lay a delicate and familiar girl.

Miao Xiaoshan.

She was asleep, not yet awake, as she went to bed too late last night, and several hours of sleep weren’t enough to restore her energy.

Yang Jian didn’t disturb her rest, only quietly looking at her, thinking about some events from yesterday.

But as time went by.

Around ten in the morning.

Yang Jian received a text message on his phone.

It was sent by Gao Ming, containing a brief report on the events related to yesterday.

“Yang Zifeng…dress girl, wish-fulfilling sticker.” Yang Jian’s expression shifted slightly, “Is he asking me to use Ghost Domain to find the girl?”

His Ghost Domain could easily cover an entire city.

No one could find someone faster than him.

As for urban surveillance cameras?

When it involves supernatural matters, those things certainly aren’t effective.