Mo Shuwan stood at the front desk for a full ten minutes after going up to the second floor.

The receptionists kept staring at her, and after several more minutes when Mo Shuwan still didn't move, one of them couldn't help but ask again, "Is there something you need?"

Mo Shuwan glanced at her, walked over, and asked in a low voice, "Have you always worked here?"

"Of course."

"What about working hours?" After not hearing an answer for a while, Mo Shuwan added somewhat helplessly, "I heard they were hiring here, so I wanted to ask."

The two receptionists were relieved. "From nine o'clock to four o'clock in the afternoon."

"I see." Mo Shuwan smiled, glanced at the stage in front of her and the ordinary people busy inside, then turned and left the second floor.

If she remembered correctly, the front desk was in room number three where she had stayed yesterday. But now, just like the first floor, the layout of the entire second floor had changed. There were no individual rooms, no coffins, and no vampires sleeping in coffins.

There was nothing unusual on the third and fourth floors either.

Half an hour later, Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo met in the lobby on the first floor.

“Nothing is amiss,” Mo Shuwan said.

Wen Zuo nodded solemnly.

The absence of any abnormalities only suggests that their previous guesses might actually be close to the truth: a very powerful vampire altered the entire building at night. The specifics are unknown, but... we can guess some of it.

"Let's go out first."

The two left the building, unaware that the moment they left, the person who had been sitting on the reception sofa with a newspaper in his arms suddenly broke into a pleased smile.

He stood up and left the building, subtly licking the fangs pressing against his skin as he walked, thinking: I must find a chance to get rid of Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo.

Outside the alley near Crimson Road, Yang Zhou hesitated, looking at the stench emanating from it. He glanced around to make sure his companions were nearby before nervously adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses and cautiously approaching with his large knife in hand. The pungent stench made him feel very uncomfortable.

Several large black garbage bags by the wall suddenly moved. Yang Zhou held his breath and nervously took several steps back. "I've found something!"

The passengers who were still searching nearby did not react by approaching the building upon hearing the shouts; instead, they immediately turned and ran towards the building.

Yang Zhou hadn't expected this situation to occur, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to stay there any longer. He turned around and was about to run out of the alley, but after only two steps, his shoulder was grabbed. The other person was very strong and pressed him down so he couldn't move. Yang Zhou felt like his shoulder was about to freeze.

A sinister laugh came from behind him. Yang Zhou was unable to move, but he could clearly feel the man's fangs pressed against his neck. He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and a deep despair spread in his eyes.

"Don't worry, as long as you cooperate with me, I won't kill you." His teeth finally pierced the skin.

Yang Zhou's face was contorted in pain, his complexion worsening with blood loss. The pain of being drained of blood restored some movement to his fingers, but it wasn't enough to give him the strength to resist. Glancing at the knife on the ground, Yang Zhou thought he was truly going to die this time. He didn't know how much time had passed, but weakened by excessive blood loss and on the verge of collapse, Yang Zhou vaguely felt the teeth in his neck being pulled away. As his hands, which were supporting his body, were pulled away, he fell to the ground.

Panting heavily, Yang Zhou, lying on the ground, finally saw the man's face clearly. He was struck dumb, and only one thought remained in his mind: How could it be him?

As Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo stepped out of the building, they saw several passengers stumbling towards them. Apparently, they had spotted them, and the passengers were overjoyed, shouting, "We've found something over there!"

The two men's expressions tightened, and before the other person could run over, they went straight to meet them, asking, "What's going on?"

The passenger, panting and looking terrified, said, "When we were looking for someone nearby, we suddenly heard someone shout that they had found someone."

Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo, who thought they had really made some major discovery: "..."

Standing next to Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo, the passengers finally calmed down and realized how ridiculous it was that they had hurriedly fled after hearing such a sentence. Two of the passengers blushed and lowered their heads in embarrassment.

The building had already been inspected and there was nothing 'special' about it. Since we were going to inspect other places anyway, Mo Shuwan said, "Let's go take a look."

Seeing that Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo didn't blame them, the passengers breathed a sigh of relief and quickly led the way. After walking for about three or four minutes, they arrived at the alley that Yang Zhou had just entered. A passenger said awkwardly, "The sound just now came from inside."

Mo Shuwan didn't speak. She stood at the entrance of the alley and looked inside for a while. At least from here, she didn't find anything wrong inside. Just as she was about to go in to check, Wen Zuo, who had a serious expression, grabbed her wrist and stopped her from entering.

Wen Zuo took out paper and pen: There was a bloody smell.

Mo Shuwan was taken aback and immediately untied the small sword wrapped around her arm. The passengers who noticed her action were horrified. She had even taken out a weapon. Was there danger?! Trembling, the passengers shrank back and wanted to run away, but they also knew that there was nowhere safer than around these two people.

Wen Zuo put down the paper and pen and stepped into the alley before Mo Shuwan. In fact, the smell of blood in the air was very faint. Mo Shuwan did not smell it until she entered the alley. However, she trusted Wen Zuo's judgment and remained highly vigilant. The scattered garbage bags and the pungent stench did not indicate anything unusual.

The passengers hiding outside the alley realized that there was no danger. Looking at Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo, who were still unwilling to give up the search, they whispered, "Maybe that person has already left. Besides, we didn't smell any blood. We must have been mistaken."

Mo Shuwan ignored him. She was already squatting on the ground, scanning the ground inch by inch. Finally, she stopped abruptly when her gaze fell on a certain point. "Wen Zuo, look here."

Wen Zuo, who was about to rummage through the garbage bag, immediately walked over and squatted down next to Mo Shuwan. He immediately noticed a few drops of blood on the ground that were not very noticeable. He wiped the bloodstains with his fingers and silently told Mo Shuwan with his lips that the blood was still wet and had been left not long ago.

Someone really did have an accident.

Mo Shuwan frowned, stood up again, and carefully observed her surroundings. Apart from a few drops of blood on the ground that were almost gone, there were no other clues. She had no choice but to turn to the other passengers outside the alley and ask, "Do you know who was here just now?"

The passengers subconsciously shook their heads, only to suddenly realize that apart from Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo, they almost didn't know the names of their companions. The only reason they knew Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo's names was because they had heard the arrogant person on the bus say them.

Do you think it's a vampire?