On the other side, Fu Xueke contacted the Night Watch organization.

The name "Night Watch" has only been around for a few months, but its popularity has far surpassed that of other superpower organizations. Now any post about the Night Watch organization will receive extremely high popularity.

This time, together with the official psychic, they solved the A-level rule mystery, proving that the Night Watchmen are indeed capable of breaking through the ghost realm. Combined with the previous psychic catalytic potion, there are more forces secretly looking for them.

Fu Xueke didn't meet the mysterious contact "Pharaoh", but his words were always evasive and confusing, leaving her confused: "We are the outpost that cuts through the darkness, the sword in the hand of the prophet... You just need to remember that every word of the prophet cannot be wrong."

Fu Xueke didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence at first.

Until she received the assessment task sent to her——

kill.

The person she wanted to kill was a philanthropic entrepreneur.

This entrepreneur graduated from a prestigious university and started his own business from scratch. He is still very handsome in his 50s. After his wife passed away, he never remarried and adopted a child from an orphanage. When natural disasters occurred in various places, he was the first to donate money and materials. Every year, he subsidizes poor students to help them complete their studies. Fu Xueke did not find any scandals or stains about him. He was praised by everyone on the Internet.

She couldn't believe it: "Is there really no problem with this mission?"

Aren’t the Night’s Watch supposed to be a salvation organization fighting against a weird one?

Fu Xueke doesn't consider herself a person of noble character and selflessness. She doesn't want to be an unknown ordinary person anymore, running away in fear and leaving everything to fate when strange stories happen. Moreover, her special abilities can only be obtained by joining those organizations with formal guidance and training.

The Investigation Bureau has a regular organization and rich foundation, but it is restrained by various forces and the water is too muddy; she doesn't know much about civil organizations, but she has heard that the methods used by some organizations are cruel and bloody. After considering many factors, the Night Watch organization is definitely her best solution at the moment.

Moreover, her life was indirectly saved by the "prophet".

If she hadn't obtained the supernatural catalytic potion, she would have died at the hands of her contaminated boyfriend or in a ghost story!

But who knew that the prophet's test would actually require her to kill someone...

Or is he a good person with no moral flaws?

"Yes, that's all we ask."

"Of course, you can refuse," Pharaoh said, "This is a ticket that can be torn up at any time."

Fu Xueke's expression changed, and finally she gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, I'll take it."

Can you understand the fear of a red sedan coming straight towards you?

Jiang Ji had never been hit by a sedan chair in his life. He immediately grabbed A Jin's stiff shoulders and stepped back.

This bright red wedding sedan appeared out of nowhere, swaying but moving very fast. The sedan poles hit the doors on both sides from time to time, making a dull thumping sound, which reminded her of the strange noise she heard on the rooftop just now. It was this wedding sedan that was hitting the door.

The corridor was not wide to begin with, and was now completely occupied by the sedan chair. Behind them was room 444, blocking their way to escape.

The sedan chair was still three or four meters away from them, and the sound of women's laughter could be heard from the sedan chair.

Blood began to seep out of the sedan, and the whole body exuded an extremely deep resentment, confusion, numbness, resentment, and unwillingness.

These grudges are incompatible and hate each other.

Jiang Ji no longer hesitated, and he and A Jin retreated into room 444, slamming the door shut before the sedan chair rushed up.

"Ajin, come and move it!"

She lifted a corner of the bed, her hands trembling and she was struggling.

Ajin rushed over and held a corner of the folding bed, allowing Jiang Ji to transfer more of the strength to him and push the folding bed to the door to block it.

The folding bed with a steel frame was not very heavy. In order to better block the door, the young man fell back and put his whole body weight on it.

Boom, boom, boom.

The knocks on the door came dully, one after another.

The vibration coming from the door was within controllable range, and Ah Jin breathed a sigh of relief, "This ghost sedan chair shouldn't be able to get in, right?"

"Probably." Jiang Ji took out her cell phone, which showed that there was no signal again. She opened the pinned chat box and sent the location.

The red exclamation mark jumped out mercilessly.

Send failed.

The advantage of the narrowness of this last room was reflected at this moment. There was no bathroom, the furniture was simple, and there was no need to worry about anything weird hiding inside.

Ah Jin looked at the only window in the room. The height of the window was a bit difficult for him to reach, but Ping An Hotel was a single-family building and the window led directly to the outside. His eyes lit up slightly and he stood up: "Let me see if we can escape through the window."

Even though it is the top floor, it is only the fourth floor. For a psychic with enhanced bodies, it is not a big problem.

Jiang Ji shook his head: "No need to look at it."

She had been killed once by a female ghost in wedding clothes lying outside the window.

Although he didn't know how Jiang Ji judged, the useless little golden retriever responded calmly: "Oh..."

He had no objection at all to handing over the leadership to an ordinary person like Jiang Ji, and his expression was as calm and indifferent as a Buddhist fish.

Bang.

Bang bang.

Bang bang bang.

The banging on the door outside was getting louder and louder.

The corridor soon became quiet, and this eerie silence lasted for a long time, so long that Ajin began to believe that the ghost sedan chair had indeed left the fourth floor. He gently pulled Jiang Ji's sleeve and found that she was leaning against the head of the bed with her eyes slightly closed, as if she had fallen asleep.

At this time, a familiar and lazy voice came from outside the door, revealing a bit of sleepiness, "Okay, come out, it's okay."

"Boss!" Ajin shouted in surprise and got up to open the door.

"Wait," Jiang Ji frowned slightly and sat still, "First look through the cat's eye to see if it's Ying Huai."

Ajin was stunned. Yes, Guiyi likes to transform into a human the most.

This is obviously the most basic vigilance when facing something weird, and it is clearly stated in the battle manual. He has experienced so many battles, but he was just about to open the door without any precautions. For some reason, the moment he heard that voice, he seemed to have forgotten everything in his mind.

Ajin did not argue, but looked out through the peephole with a guilty look on his face.

In the dim corridor, the handsome face was pleasing to the eye, with dark eyebrows and slightly pursed lips.

The other person looked at him through the peephole and raised an eyebrow impatiently, "Why are you still standing there? Do you want me to beg you to open the door?"

The smell was so good that Ah Jin said quickly, "Right away, right away."

The hand was already on the door handle, and he only needed to twist it gently, but