The four fingerprints were slightly smaller than his, and Shi Jinzhe gestured to show that they were standing in the same direction as him.

This means that in the half minute that he turned his head, there were other things in his location.

Shi Jinzhe raised his arm and made the movement even larger. After swinging it back and forth a few times, he did not find the feeling of being controlled. His movements were free. He was still in control of his body and was not possessed.

This ghost was just spying; it's unclear whether it didn't want to do anything or couldn't do anything to him.

Shi Jinzhe's mind was racing, and his hands were still moving. Sensing the slight vibration from the metal plate, he straightened his fingers and pressed against the metal plate.

The security door of 603 was opened a crack, and the metal plate pressed tightly against the metal lock that was about to pop out. When the door was wide enough to be pressed directly with a finger, Shi Jin folded back the metal plate and stepped into the room.

In the dimly lit room, floating dust was inhaled into the nasal cavity, and the person tried to shield their nose to avoid sneezing.

The room was old, and all the furniture was covered in a thick layer of dust. The furniture was simple, consisting of only a sofa and a coffee table.

Shi Jinzhe ran his fingertip across the wooden coffee table; it was made of composite wood and of very poor quality.

He looked at the fabric sofa next to him, which had obvious dents and loose folds in the fabric. It was a sofa that had been sat on for a long time.

He quickly checked the room; there were few appliances and very few pots and pans, suggesting that the house had never been lived in before.

Shi Jinzhe continued to use [Order Reconstruction] to sense, and the golden thread in his hand flickered on and off, before pointing to the left after a while.

His gaze swept over there; it was the master bedroom.

Shi Jinzhe walked quietly to the master bedroom door and gently grasped the doorknob. The doorknob was icy cold; even through the door, Shi Jinzhe felt the chill.

Pressing down the parallel doorknob, Shi Jinzhe reached out and pushed the door open, but his feet didn't move; he remained standing in the same spot.

The slightly forward-leaning upper body was directly facing an upside-down human face. The charred corpse had fallen from the door frame, and the only visible feature of the blackened, distorted face was the rolled-back eyes.

Shi Jinzhe didn't move his hand that was pushing the door open; he calmly stared at the charred corpse blocking his way.

Its eyeballs, which had rolled back into their sockets, were slowly rolling back in, and its pinpoint pupils were uncontrollably sliding down its upside-down body.

When they discovered the charred corpse, it showed no reaction whatsoever, and suddenly closed the distance between them.

When its face was only a fist's distance from Shi Jinzhe, a golden light suddenly scorched the charred corpse's face. Its few remaining nostrils were completely flattened by the golden light, and its facial features became completely flat.

Shi Jinzhe glanced at the charred corpse that had fallen to the ground. It was just a burnt corpse, and he wasn't unfamiliar with ghosts. Such methods of scaring people by getting close to their faces couldn't stir up the slightest ripple in his heart.

All he wants now is to find Sheikh.

The charred corpse, disfigured a second time, scrambled to its feet. Suddenly, a scepter appeared in Shi Jinzhe's hand, rapidly absorbing the impurities in the charred corpse's energy. But then, it escaped into a wall.

Shi Jinzhe took two steps forward and caught up to the charred wall. He touched it and his fingers were covered in carbonized powder.

Why can't you comfort me?!

Suddenly, the sound of arguing came from behind the wall. Shi Jinzhe immediately realized that 602 was behind the wall, and Xiao Zhao and the artsy youth were still arguing.

"How else can I comfort you? Don't I have my own things to do? You have to answer my phone immediately if you call 24 hours a day. I already told you that I was creating something and was so engrossed in my work that I didn't hear the phone ring. It's not like I didn't answer on purpose."

"I called you six times, but you didn't hear a single one. Besides, I came back a little later than usual, couldn't you have worried about me for a second? That person kept following me, it was scary, I was terrified!"

Xiao Zhao cried as she said, "Things are different now. Our lives have changed. It wasn't like this before. That person was deliberately staking out me. He knew that after I finished seeing my dad every day, I would go to see Jingjing, so he specially waited for me on the second floor."

I don't know what will happen tomorrow. I'm really scared. I'm so afraid that person will come looking for me again tomorrow.

"Did you see who it was?"

"No, I was too scared. I only remember it was a man, with his face covered, chasing me from the second floor."

"Alright, stop crying, everything's alright now."

"What about tomorrow? I'm scared, I'm scared!"

The ensuing conversation was a repetitive, repetitive monologue.

Xiao Zhao's voice would occasionally be suppressed, but it wouldn't be long before he would shout excitedly again.

Unable to obtain much information, Shi Jin turned around and began rummaging through the room for other things.

The charred wall was burned like this by a fire, but the other things in the room were perfectly intact, without any trace of smoke damage.

Sheikh isn't in this room, but the navigation indicates she's nearby; he must not have found the key point yet.

Shi Jin rummaged through the cabinets and pulled back the balcony curtains. There were very few things in the bedroom; the wardrobe contained only two or three dresses, all of which were winter clothes.

"It turns out that it wasn't that no one had lived there before, but rather that the accident happened shortly after the residents moved in."

He lifted the covers and found a pile of sheets on the bed. When he picked it up, he discovered it was a knotted rope.

The three sheets were joined end to end, and the last one was tied with clothes, making a total of six or seven pieces.

The knot was not tied securely; the tenant had tied it in a hurry. The fire spread quickly, and she did not escape. The charred corpse from earlier must have been her.

Shi Jin frowned, then dismissed the guess. If the charred corpse was a tenant of 603, it would conflict with the information Wu Yu had provided.

The residents he mentioned were all ghosts, and none of them were special. The only residents on the sixth floor did not include apartment 603.

"Help me..."

In the dark and suffocating atmosphere, a woman's murmured whispers inexplicably began to appear.