The night has fallen.
But tonight, Ye City is far from calm.
The entire police force has been deployed, searching for sothing unknown.
The hoarse wind swiftly sweeps through the gaps between buildings, going higher and higher.
The dogs inside the buildings seem to sense sothing, suddenly perking up their ears and barking wildly at the windows.
The rooftop is covered with thick clouds, with no stars or moon in sight.
Yet under the flickering neons, a few dark shadows are revealed.
"The key."
The gloomy voice, like a steel knife scraping against bone, sends chills deep into one’s heart.
"Failed." The answering voice is young and elegant, "Soone is protecting him."
"Paper Card, you are truly... useless! Hehehe..." This person’s voice is like nails on a chalkboard, making one’s skin crawl.
"What about you? The outstanding Master Puppet." The elegant male voice, addressed as Paper Card, rings out again.
"Hehehe, I will harvest enough deaths to ensure we have enough." The eerie smile in Puppet’s voice echoes in the night.
"Puppet, the commotion you’ve caused this ti is too big." Another male voice appears.
"What, are you looking to uphold justice, Mr. Lawyer?" Puppet’s voice is filled with venom and sarcasm, "You can’t catch ... every person, every face, will be my toy, hehehe..."
"My darlings... will go off one by one tomorrow and the day after! Boom!"
...
rcury Night.
"He’s dead."
Xun Weimo opens his tired eyes and says to Bai Yanliang.
Bai Yanliang stares at his face, watching as wrinkles swiftly climb across his forehead.
He is aging!
How could this happen?
Bai Yanliang, although calm on the surface, thinks of another person in his heart.
That is... Xu Zhifei, ntioned by Qi Nian!
She said, during the last Hidden Task, Xu Zhifei sneaked in and... devoured the hook jade she had that sealed a ghost.
Moreover, she had also seen Xu Zhifei age rapidly, and then after consuming the ghost, he returned to his youthful state.
So... both Xun Weimo and Xu Zhifei suddenly aged after using so sort of bizarre ability?
If that’s the case, at that ti, Xu Zhifei must have used her own strange ability.
Then her body rapidly aged, forcing her to enter the building, find Qi Nian, and consu the ghost in her jade.
What situation forced her to use the eerie ability?
Naturally, Bai Yanliang’s mind recalls the "person" standing on the rooftop, overseeing them.
The thing clung directly to the exterior wall, crawling away like a spider.
Could it be... Xu Zhifei had a confrontation with it?
Things are becoming increasingly complicated...
However, Bai Yanliang doesn’t have the extra mind to think about those questions right now.
He intently stares at Xun Weimo’s face, who seems to have aged more than a decade, and asks: "Bai Yanren... is truly dead?"
Xun Weimo nods affirmatively: "His last life activity was ten years ago."
Ten years...
Bai Yanliang’s mind suddenly blanks out, and his heart feels empty.
Originally, he had accepted Yanren’s death, but with the appearance of Fog Gathering, more and more strange things occurred, leading Bai Yanliang to gradually believe that Yanren must be faking his death, escaping the curse of Fog Gathering with his wits, and is in hiding sowhere.
But Bai Yanliang also knows... if Yanren were truly alive, he should have appeared a long ti ago.
He would never let himself be trapped in a ntal institution...
Now, with Xun Weimo’s words, all questions are laid to rest.
The conjecture Bai Yanliang was unwilling to believe is confird.
Yanren is indeed dead...
Then, what is with the handwriting of Yanren in this explosion incident?
Bai Yanliang quickly pulls out the note with the taunting words, offering it to Xun Weimo with a last glimr of hope.
"Can you... help find the person who left these words?"
Bai Yanliang hardly ever asks for help.
But this ti, he does.
However, Xun Weimo firmly refuses: "No, I would die of old age."
Upon hearing this, Bai Yanliang instinctively pulls out a small, dark-yellow bell.
"Will this compensate you?"
This is the bell that absorbed the fierce ghost at the end of the last Hidden Task!
Xun Weimo gives Bai Yanliang a surprising glance and, upon seeing the bell, finally smiles.
"With this, it should be manageable."
...
Ye City Police Station.
After flipping through the case file of Bai Yanliang’s alleged fratricide, Liang Yan sits down sowhat silently.
Opposite him, Wu Kuifeng looks at him and hands over another docunt: "A thirteen-year-old child, in a sealed room, with no trace of external intrusion, no signs of a struggle, yet his brother died an unnatural death, dismbered into pieces. How do you think he accomplished it?"
Liang Yan takes the file passed over by Wu Kuifeng, glances at it quickly, without closely reading, then looks at Wu Kuifeng: "Captain Wu, do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?"
The serious Wu Kuifeng imdiately shakes his head: "Impossible. Ghosts have no scientific basis."
"Scientific basis..." Liang Yan murmurs, looking at Wu Kuifeng again, "Then I will explain using a scientific thod."
"You probably know about the theory of quantum chanics in physics. The questions posed by the developnt of quantum chanics in today’s scientific community have reached a terrifying level, and one of them is... if we infer the real world from the phenona observed in the quantum world, we find that the real world does not actually exist."
Wu Kuifeng imdiately furrows his brows. Although well-educated, he’s been away from school for decades and doesn’t usually pay attention to such news, so Liang Yan’s words sound like another language to him.
Realizing Wu Kuifeng’s struggle to understand, Liang Yan explains: "You can understand it as the laws of physics at the quantum microscopic level are completely different from those of the macroscopic world; in other words, there is another world in existence."
Wu Kuifeng only understood the last sentence, shaking his head, he says: "What are you trying to say?"
Liang Yan, sowhat helpless, explains: "What I’m saying is that our world, before being observed by us, is all in a quantum state. Our observation causes the quantum state to collapse, forming matter."
This ti, Wu Kuifeng understands, and with wide eyes, says: "Impossible, consciousness determining matter is idealism, that’s impossible!"
"How is it impossible?" Liang Yan smiles, "I once posed a hypothesis: if this world is entirely composed of invisible particles that can be controlled by consciousness, then...they will form everything my mind creates in an instant, including myself. In other words, what I can see, will always be sothing my consciousness believes is there."
"If...you convince your mind that this world has ghosts, then wouldn’t...you be able to see them?"
Finally understanding Liang Yan’s point, Wu Kuifeng realizes that what Liang Yan is suggesting about Bai Yanliang’s case... is that it was not the work of humans.
But rather...invisible ghosts.
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