The room was pitch black, the curtains were drawn tightly, and the laptop on the table was still running at high load, making a buzzing sound.

Ring, ring, ring, ring…

At 5:10 in the morning, Fu Xueke's cell phone rang.

The incoming call was from a virtual number. She waited for more than ten seconds before answering the call. She pretended to be drowsy and said, "Hello?"

"You don't seem to have rested yet." The voice on the other end of the phone was familiar, with a gentle and calm tone and a hint of smile, "Liang Yanhong is dead."

Phew... it would be better if I died.

Fu Xueke didn't bother about the other party's exposure and sat up straighter.

After their band finished recording the late-night radio show, they didn't stay for long and flew back to Tonghua City overnight. Everyone went their separate ways at the airport and returned to their respective homes.

After returning home, Fu Xueke has been refreshing the Internet, but she hasn't seen any related entries about "famous rich man's mysterious death" and thought there was a mistake.

"You guys know it faster than I thought."

Less than half an hour had passed since the time of death she had set, and the official news had not yet been announced, but the Night Watch already knew everything.

The other party laughed happily, "It seems that we are very confident in each other's abilities."

Fu Xueke discovered that Pharaoh's side was extremely noisy, as if it was in a dance hall or disco, which was completely different from the absolute silence during the previous contact.

I don’t know if it’s because she has passed the test, but the other party’s attitude has become more casual and friendly.

"If I'm guessing correctly, you planted the seeds of death through the new song you promoted on the radio program... But I'm curious, what is the death tag you set?"

He added: "Of course, this is just my personal curiosity, you can refuse to answer."

"There's nothing I can't tell you." Fu Xueke also smiled, as a way of thanking Pharaoh for answering her three questions before.

One of her abilities is called "Death Hint", which uses sound as a medium, and requires Liang Yanhong to be able to hear her singing.

This ability has a long cool-down period. Fu Xueke's current ability can only be guaranteed to be effective for one person, and once the number of people who meet the conditions exceeds the number she can specify, this ability will backfire on herself.

"Death Hint" has very vague boundaries for labels, so Fu Xueke roughly divided the labels into three categories.

Clear, ordinary, vague...

This is used to classify the degree of directionality of the label.

The first category of tags: name, birthday, etc.

The second type of labels: residential area, company, university, etc.

The next category of labels is even broader, such as some interests and hobbies, not smoking, not drinking, salty or sweet food lovers, etc.

Of course, if it is set to "name", there may be people with the same name. For example, the number of people named "Zhang Wei" across the country may be more than the total number of people in the company, so these labels are actually difficult to distinguish.

Fu Xueke’s current ability is only able to set a label of a clear level.

But you can set one "normal" tag, plus two "fuzzy" tags.

"Death Hint" is like a game of "Who is Undercover". Once you start, you can't stop. You need to express it implicitly and euphemistically around the correct answer. It can neither be defined as "clear" nor deviate from the norm.

"I don't know much about Liang Yanhong, but he loves to show himself to the public. In recent years, he has not only published several autobiographies, but also frequently appears in major business magazines and is keen on participating in various talk shows. From the media reports over the years, we can also see a lot.

Liang Yanhong's family was ordinary, but his wife's family was wealthy. After they got married, he knew his wife was infertile, but he generously said that he didn't mind. He kept himself clean in this marriage and had no scandals. However, the secretaries around him were all men, and they were all very handsome..."

However, this information alone was not enough for Fu Xueke to make an immediate judgment. "Liang Yanhong recently bought a painting at a charity dinner at a high price. The painting was "Dancing Together" by the famous painter Patrick. It is a controversial painting. The content of the painting is a dance teacher molesting an underage male student."

"The information released by the media only mentioned the extremely expensive painting, but did not reveal the name of the painting. This should only be known to the upper class who attended the charity dinner that night, but the host of today's radio program happened to be at the dinner that day."

"I see. Thank you for satisfying my shallow curiosity." Pharaoh was satisfied. "I'm glad you passed the test."

Fu Xueke couldn't help but ask: "Can you tell me why Liang Yanhong was executed?"

Pharaoh paused for a few seconds, "Yuzhang Academy."

Yuzhang Academy?

In that incident that caused a big stir many years ago, was there a horrific academy that parents flocked to and rushed to send their children to?

Fu Xueke searched casually and a report popped up on the page. This incident involved a wide range of people. Under the huge pressure of public opinion at the time, it was said that the college's leadership and shareholders and directors were sentenced, and these people later died in prison one after another.

"It looks like a black-hearted academy that educates students through torture and corporal punishment, but in fact it is a factory that produces evil spirits. Seventy percent of the students who were sent to the academy had their minds replaced with strange ones. Now many of them are still active in society disguised as normal people."

“So, don’t trust the people around you.”

Fu Xueke's scalp tingled when she thought of this scene. It was hard for her to imagine that the familiar person she had been with day and night was actually a ghost in disguise.

"So the people in prison are all scapegoats, and Liang Yanhong is the mastermind behind this?"

"Not only that, there are many more, but... there is still a long way to go."

Bang——!

There was a loud bang in the silence, and the next second after Jiang Ji stepped out of the house, the door closed without any warning.

She immediately turned around and tried to open the door. It was obviously not locked, but it seemed to be blocked by an invisible force and could not be opened at all.

“…”

Jiang Ji resisted the urge to curse and could only move forward.

The fog was thick, the lanterns were swaying, and the shadows of the trees were heavy.

The scene before him was too eerie and terrifying. Even though Jiang Ji had prepared himself mentally, he did not dare to act rashly for a moment.

She pinched the flesh of her palms, forced herself to calm down, and carefully observed the mass grave.

It looked like just an ordinary hill, about the size of two or three playgrounds, with lush trees forming a locust tree forest, but none of them were as tall and dense as the one in the matchmaker's yard.

Jiang Ji stood on tiptoe and looked forward.

The shade disturbed her