Lin Feng smiled and took out another wad of cash from his pocket, waving it in front of the driver.
“Master, to be honest, I’m a reporter and I’m curious about these supernatural things. I know you’re very well-informed. If you can find out the whole story, especially the strange people involved, then these things will be yours.”
The driver was stunned, staring at the stack of US dollars that was even thicker than the one he had just taken. His heart began to pound uncontrollably. "Boss... don't worry, I promise I'll get to the bottom of this for you!"
Lin Feng patted the roof of the car, took a step back, and said, "I'll wait for you here for two hours. I hope you can bring back news that satisfies me."
"Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry!" The driver reassured him three times in a row, slamming on the gas pedal and turning back to give his assurances. He didn't care about the strange things that had just been said, and he started the car and sped away.
"Unfinished building, suicide..."
The strong wind as the car drove away stirred up some dust. Lin Feng, who remained in place, remained silent for a moment. Clearly, the strange people the driver had mentioned were participants, and they had even ventured beyond the territory of the eerie silk, finding new paranormal events.
Did these people appear ahead of time, or did they re-enter this world?
There were some things he needed to clarify, and the faint, chilling aura emanating from the building in front of him might be a clue to a breakthrough.
Gradually, Lin Feng finally had a basic understanding of what had happened in the past. Once the driver brought back some concrete information, he would be able to further determine what exactly had happened.
Lin Feng crossed the road, entered the stairwell, and went up to the third floor.
A chilling aura lingered around them. Lin Feng, who understood ghosts, knew what this meant. As he began casting his skill, he used his mental power to draw a magic circle on the ground, summoning the materialized Red Ghost.
A dense aura of death washed over him, and Lin Feng couldn't help but tremble as he looked at the white-clad, blood-stained woman with a pale face.
Compared to necromancy, this was the first time he had used necromancy, and he clearly sensed that the distance between their souls was shrinking.
Selling his soul to the undead in exchange for immense power, he finally understood the meaning of those words and why necromancers initially lived in a state of agonizing torment after practicing necromancy.
Even if they understand that death is merely a change in the form of existence, this feeling of actively embracing death is never comfortable for any living being.
Of course, if he weren't a necromancer who abused necromancy, the danger would be greatly reduced.
Where is the little girl?
Lin Feng tried to adapt to this change and asked Hong Linggui about it.
Hong Linggui smiled with lowered eyes, and Lin Feng saw a small, thin figure sitting in Hong Linggui's audience seat in the illusion.
How is the child?
Hong Linggui nodded in satisfaction, a hint of joy in her eyes, seemingly quite pleased with the little girl.
Lin Feng smiled knowingly: "What kind of music does she like?"
Hong Linggui was immediately taken aback. Listening to music was simple; she could just sing for the little girl. But she had never asked the little girl what she liked.
You should ask her.
Seeing that Hong Linggui was about to pull the girl out, Lin Feng said again, "Before that, shouldn't you prepare a few more so she can listen to them before making a judgment?"
Hong Linggui's eyes lit up, and she nodded very seriously, but soon she turned her head to look at Lin Feng, who had a smile on his face.
Surely I didn't call her out just to tell her this?
Lin Feng said, "Just like last time, go in and ask for me."
Hong Linggui nodded, and just as her body was about to pass through the wall, Lin Feng stopped her: "Your body has been materialized by necromancy..."
Hong Linggui nodded again, seemingly understanding, and tried to become a phantom, but it didn't go as smoothly as she had imagined; only a momentary distortion occurred.
Ghosts from different worldviews have many differences. Actively turning Hong Linggui's illusory body into a physical form will not cause her to lose her original advantages. On the contrary, it will make her more threatening. It also indirectly makes up for her current inability to materialize on her own.
This is like stone and tofu; once she adapts to the change, she can also transform from solid to intangible on her own.
After understanding, Hong Linggui pushed the door open. Ye Qidong's door was not locked, only sealed with a few seals.
As she entered the room, Lin Feng leaned against the wall. Soon, the sound of something being smashed came from inside the room. A few seconds later, Hong Linggui sent a message through the communication between the two of them, saying that it was all done.
Lin Feng got up and entered the room. The clean two-bedroom apartment was spotless even though no one had lived there for months. All the furniture was wiped clean, and the floor was mopped until it shone. Only the place where he had just fought with Hong Linggui had a few chairs knocked over.
Seeing this, Lin Feng lost all desire to explore. Even if he left any clues, the female ghost would clean them up anyway.
Lin Feng sat down on the sofa after a few steps, waiting for Hong Linggui to give the female ghost a careful lesson. He saw them communicating rapidly with voices unique to ghosts, occasionally letting out some rustling sounds that left an incomprehensible echo in Lin Feng's ears.
"Du Jiawei".
This is the name of the female ghost. She was Ye Qidong's girlfriend. After Ye Qidong's mother passed away, she was worried that Ye Qidong would be sad, so she died at his doorstep as soon as she opened the door.
"Who is the murderer... What did Ye Qidong say to her?"
"I don't know, Ye Qidong said he was scammed."
Scammed?
Lin Feng then asked, "Has she been to that old building?"
"I've been there."
"Ask for details."
Hong Linggui whispered in Ye Qidong's girlfriend's ear, making a rustling sound, like talking quietly in a cave, which echoed continuously in Lin Feng's ear.
"There were three strange men from Southeast Asia, their bodies covered in bizarre tattoos..."
"Ye Qidong asked people to investigate them, but they found no entry information."
"The research team scared her with a ghost..."
As Lin Feng pieced together all the information bit by bit, he finally gained some accurate understanding of what had happened a few months ago.
The whole thing started when previous participants taught the research team how to control ghosts. You can imagine how excited Dr. Yoshiharu Hashimoto, who already had a special purpose in mind, would be.
'This is enough to change everything that follows...'
"She's in your hands now." Lin Feng, having received the answer, stood up with a solemn expression. Now, he just had to wait and see if the driver could find any more valuable information.
Two hours later, a sharp screech of brakes came from beside Lin Feng. It was the same spot where the driver had left. The driver rushed out of the car and ran to Lin Feng, shouting, "Boss, I found them! I found those people!"
So lucky?
Lin Feng took out his money, and the driver quickly said, "That group of people are in that unfinished building. This morning they came out of the Exchange Bureau and hailed a taxi. It was another friend of mine driving it!"
"Tell me in detail, how many people are there, and what are they like?" Lin Feng tossed the stack of US dollars into the driver's arms.
The driver was startled by the small surprise. He quickly clenched his hands and said obsequiously, "There were seven people in total. One person with a tattoo on his face stayed at the Exchange Department. Two other people with tattoos and two men, a total of four, took a car to the unfinished building. The other two men, who looked to be in their 30s, hailed another taxi to go out and have some fun."
Did they say anything in the car?
"Hehe, boss, I knew you'd ask that. This time I specifically asked my friend, and he just happened to understand. Those four people in that car were talking about haunted houses and evil waters that raise fierce ghosts, and they even wanted the Exchange Department to issue them a special approval document."
"The people in the other car said they didn't need their protection or anything, and then they were told to wait seven days before leaving."
As the driver spoke, his hand unconsciously began to touch the thick stack of US dollars, his fingers tracing the edges of the bills, and many indescribable images flashed through his mind.
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