Did she do anything just now?
Why did these people suddenly lose health?
If her health bar drops so easily, then she'll be difficult to control.
After all, killing the vengeful spirit disguised inside would mean she would die too.
She died even without taking the initiative... She didn't even know when she died.
She was completely unaware that a red mark had appeared on her palm at some point.
It wasn't until Anning closed the laptop that she noticed something seemed to have gotten on the black notebook.
It was dark and looked like a pool of thick liquid.
An Ning stared intently at the marks on the paper, then her gaze shifted to her own palm.
It was a sea of blood.
However, the vibrant color has faded considerably, leaving only a pale layer.
This is the same hand that grabbed the black hair earlier. If that's the case, she probably knows where this stuff came from.
Unfortunately, she threw the black hair onto Zhang Xun's neck...
Thinking of this, An Ning immediately opened the notebook she had just closed. Her notebook had been opened a second ago, while Zhang Xun's scream came the next second.
It was piercingly sharp, as if it were ringing right next to her ear.
An Ning blinked, then fell silent as she looked at Zhang Xun's nearly empty health bar.
Okay, now he is a key person under protection.
What if this is the vengeful spirit of someone disguised as a normal person?
She could die along with this person if she's not careful.
She looked at the surveillance camera in her hand, stopped focusing on the people on the second floor, and started watching the surveillance footage on the first floor.
She was surrounded by acquaintances, yet she still had a lot of room to maneuver. However, she needed to reduce their health without revealing her own identity.
But we can't completely wipe them out; we have to leave them some basic lifeline to ensure their survival.
We'll check them one by one later.
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"What is our main task?" Ji Yan asked her teammates as she looked around in a small living room on the first floor of a residential building.
She hadn't received any information about the mission, so this was the only way she could ask.
Ji Yan came here because she had a good relationship with Director Zheng's daughter, who casually invited her, and she naturally couldn't refuse, so she came.
She had come, but she hadn't expected to participate in such an event in such a confused state.
Feng Xingtai glanced at her, unsure whether he believed her or not. After thinking for a few seconds, he replied, "Zheng Qi told me that we are looking for the real culprit who killed my grandmother."
His words were concise and clear, summarizing his current predicament in a single sentence.
He came here to find the truth. Since he was looking for the murderer, there must be a murderer among them. And Ji Yan didn't receive any mission notifications... which makes people wonder.
At least that's how Xingtai reacted so far.
Did Feng Xingtai consider her the murderer?
A thought popped into Ji Yan's mind, and she immediately laughed at herself. Why should she care what others thought? If he thought that way, could she possibly control it?
After figuring this out, Ji Yan started wandering around the house. When she saw the crumpled paper balls on the old desk, she suddenly stopped.
Her outstretched hand paused in mid-air for a moment before finally reaching for the crumpled paper.
This is a crumpled newspaper. The front page news is extremely eye-catching, with the headline written in extra-large, bold font.
The handwriting was somewhat blurred, but it was still barely legible. Ji Yan looked at the words and read them aloud in a low voice: "An octogenarian woman perished in the fire, and her descendants divided up the million-dollar compensation!"
"An octogenarian woman perished in a fire... a million-dollar compensation?" Ji Yan repeated these two pieces of information again, then her gaze shifted downwards, "1999?"
The million-dollar compensation in 1999?
What kind of huge insurance policy must one have purchased to receive such a massive compensation payment?
Her voice successfully attracted the attention of others. Jiang Yu immediately stepped forward, lowered his head to read the article in the newspaper, and his pupils dilated slightly when he finished reading what was written in the newspaper.
The octogenarian has six descendants.
There were seven people in total who participated in this haunted house experience, plus the old lady who died in the fire, which made up the exact number.
In other words, one of the seven people played the role of the old woman who died in the fire, while the others were her descendants.
The descendants divided up the million-dollar compensation from the insurance company... Since Feng Xingtai said there was a murderer, then this old lady could not have really died in an accident, but was murdered.
He killed her for money.
Jiang Yu wanted to get other information from this newspaper, but apart from this news article, the text of all the other news articles was blurry and completely illegible.
In other words, this is all the information this newspaper can provide them.
If they want to obtain any further information, they will need to search the entire apartment building.
If he's not mistaken, this should be where the old woman and her descendants lived before she passed away.
No matter how thoroughly the evidence is destroyed, some traces will always remain; the only question is whether they can find them.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yu's lips curled up, and he stepped towards the door. "I think we should first look for information about the old lady and her descendants."
"Let's split up. I'll go check on 106 and 107. The rest of you can do whatever you want."
He wasn't asking for their opinions; he was simply telling them his own thoughts. So Feng Xingtai and Ji Yan just watched as Jiang Yu leisurely walked towards the two rooms he had mentioned.
Ji Yan was the first to react, "I'll go to 108 and 109."
In the end, only Feng Xingtai remained standing there, watching the two figures walk further and further away.
"Then I'll go with 101-104."
As he spoke, Feng Xingtai casually walked back the way he came, without even looking up to observe the movement on the ceiling above him.
The moment they left, the previously quiet ceiling suddenly made a slight noise, followed by a slender white arm extending out. The arm itself was normal, but the five blood-red fingers were quite striking.
Standing on the second-floor balcony, Jinian was so frightened by what she saw that her legs went weak. She covered her mouth with both hands, not daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the unclean thing on the other side.
Jinian watched as the severed arm took the newspaper away without making a sound. She only dared to breathe heavily after the hole in the ceiling had completely disappeared.
"This...this place really is haunted..."
She was so quiet the whole time, showing no signs of being frightened. This led to Anning looking up at her notebook after picking up the newspaper and realizing that her health bar had suddenly dropped, which made her feel terrible.
what the hell?
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