Yang Xiao's heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly; the sense of unease was awakened.
Not long ago, when he received the Ghost Script, he had a similar feeling, as if cold, lifeless Ghost Eyes were hidden in the shadows, staring intently at him.
I'm watching you...
"I'm watching you!"
For a moment, Yang Xiao even suspected the Ghost was hiding in the photograph, and through this opportunity, it had locked onto them, all of them.
Calming his mind, Yang Xiao forced himself to shift his focus away from the photo and looked again at Chief Zhou, speaking calmly, "You've only introduced this one case, what about the other two?"
"The second case happened a week ago, in our factory's equipment department, involving Old Zhang."
"Old Zhang went back to his dormitory after work that day, but the next day he didn't show up for work, so someone was sent over to check, but no one answered the door despite repeated knocking."
