"I'm going to go to the nearby community service center to see if I can find out what happened in the last few months."

"It's only 2006 now, and the internet is just getting started."

This time, Lin Feng didn't hide any details. He pointed to the place where the explosion had just occurred, where some staff members wearing community armbands were helping the police clean up the scene.

"That's right, the internet, the kind of thing you guys call the internet!" The old man was immediately enlightened. Having hardly ever been involved in modern society, he only had a few simple concepts about these things.

"Well, judging from the situation around here, the data won't be stored online."

There were no living people around the old building, and the nearby convenience stores probably didn't know much about it either. Luckily, the community workers came by, so we just grabbed one of them and asked.

The old man's eyes lit up with laughter, and he praised loudly, "Great job! Reliable! I knew you had ideas, kid. Those three grandsons have been scheming for so long, but they never came up with this method!"

Lin Feng gave a simple smile and casually brushed it off. Perhaps the person asked something at the convenience store when buying food, but just didn't want to tell them.

Or perhaps, while they were upstairs, the three of them had already used the internet or other means to get to them.

He hadn't initially thought things were going too far, so he wasn't prepared to investigate in detail. But when he learned that Ye Qidong had been dead for three months, the situation completely exceeded his expectations.

The two walked behind a tree, and Lin Feng rummaged through his inventory for a moment, then took out a stack of US dollars and walked toward a community worker who was dozing off.

"Hello."

Lin Feng's voice suddenly appeared, startling the community worker who was almost asleep. He quickly wiped away his cold sweat, thinking it was his boss.

Hello... Hello...

"I want to ask you something..." Lin Feng said, handing over a few bills, then pointing to an old building peeking out in the distance: "I want to know what happened to that building, why no one lives there anymore?"

The community worker rubbed his eyes, followed Lin Feng's pointing finger and stared intently. Beads of cold sweat appeared on his face, which he had just wiped clean. Just as he was about to refuse, Lin Feng stuffed another wad of money into his hand.

"Ahem...this story...begins a few months ago..."

"These guys, Zhou and his friends, asked me for directions. I'll go help them first!"

The community worker turned to his colleague, pulled his hat down low, and led Lin Feng and his companion to a corner: "Why are you asking this? Are you planning to rent a place here?"

"That place is truly haunted. A few months ago, more than a dozen people died there, supposedly from fright. But the next night, people saw them going in and out..."

"Sigh, I don't know the specifics, but I heard that several more died later. In order not to cause panic, they were going to seal off the place, but a few young people were not afraid and broke in again."

"In order to avoid causing a big problem, the higher-ups planned to have this place demolished. However, after several attempts, the machines all broke down before anyone could get close."

"Also, lately people have been saying they've seen lights coming on over there..."

"I see..." Lin Feng opened his mouth in surprise, then handed over a stack of money: "To be honest, we are actually the deceased's relatives. Do you know Ye Qidong?"

"Ye Qidong? That name sounds familiar..." The community worker took the money, took off his hat to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and quickly remembered something: "You mean that madman? Yes, the one who shot a policeman in the street!"

“Madman…it must be him. I want to know something about him.” Lin Feng nodded.

"Ha! Let me tell you, it's all this guy's fault. Apparently, some foreigner was doing some kind of secret experiment, and he helped him do it. Several people died, and he was still secretly helping that person. As a result, something went wrong, and those people came back as ghosts to take revenge and killed him too."

"That night, right here, he went around shooting in the streets, wounding seven or eight policemen, and finally escaped back to that building, where he died at the hands of those ghosts."

Lin Feng then asked, "Do you know where those foreigners are now?"

"It seems they're all dead. I heard one died on the mountain, and by the time they were found, his body was already rotting. Two others suddenly died on the street. I think they brought this on themselves. These people shouldn't have done those harmful experiments!"

The community worker put his hat back on, touched the wad of money in his hand, and happily stuffed it into his breast pocket.

Do you know Ye Qidong's address?

"Address? I'll have to check that..." The community worker pretended to hesitate and refused Lin Feng, but his bright eyes kept glancing at Lin Feng's hand, and he had a knowing smile on his face.

Lin Feng gave away the remaining money, and the community worker immediately pulled out paper and pen and wrote: "Don't tell anyone I said this, but after that guy died, several policemen went to his house to investigate, and I heard he died too..."

"Don't worry, we won't tell anyone."

Lin Feng took the written note, glanced at it, and then handed it to the old man.

The community worker put away the paper and pen with satisfaction, just as his colleague called him from behind, so he hurriedly ran back.

Lin Feng turned and walked towards the bus stop, asking, "Old man, what do you think?"

"Me? It's strange, but I can't quite put my finger on why..." The old man was confused and didn't understand many things, so he didn't quite understand what was being said. Secret experiments, dying and coming back, killing people again—was there ever going to be an end to this?

After walking a few steps, seeing the flashing lights on the old building, Lin Feng stopped: "I have a question, is it possible that they started the mission a few months earlier than planned?"

"A few months in advance?" The old man stopped and looked at him incredulously. "How is that possible! Impossible, impossible, are you sure?"

"Uncertain, just a possibility." Lin Feng only had a guess. He met the old man's surprised gaze for a moment, then walked back towards the bus stop.

If the old man hasn't seen it before, the best-case scenario is that Nightmare Space did it intentionally, and the worst-case scenario is that someone else has experienced this mission world.

However, if what the old man said before is true, this group of people are forced into a mission through a special contract, and they can do whatever they want. They might be able to enter the mission world earlier through some means.

He can only blame his bad luck; a task he thought would be simple turned into so many unexpected problems.

Back at the bus stop, just as I sat down, the lights in the left-hand room on the fourth floor of that haunted building suddenly went out. The lights in the second and third floors, which had been dark for several minutes, flickered frequently as the lights in the right-hand room on the fourth floor, which had been dark all along, came back on.

Hissing and crackling sounds...

A rapid and unsettling flicker, just looking at it is agonizing, especially with those old incandescent bulbs. Each flicker of the glaring white light leaves an indelible black halo in the eyes, as uncomfortable as a ghostly shadow.

"What happened?" The old man squinted and looked into the distance. He couldn't see clearly, but he could spot several figures running around in a panic.

"If they weren't foolish enough to open the door on the fourth floor, then they must have attracted the attention of the fourth floor after killing all the other ghosts."

“If those people really did get in earlier than us, it’s very likely they left a trap…” Lin Feng stood up, stepped over the old man who was watching the show, and went over first: “Whether that’s the case or not, we can’t let anything happen to them now. Let’s rescue them first.”

"Tsk tsk... Alright, then let's go help these bastards."

Seeing the old man's reluctant look, Lin Feng quickened his pace even more deliberately.

Five people shouldn't be afraid of a single evil spirit.