After dawn, Yang Jian took a taxi and left the Ping’an Grand Hotel.
He had so personal matters to attend to and couldn’t afford to waste ti at the hotel. As for the matter of containing the resurrection of fierce ghosts that Zhang Lei wanted to consult about, to be honest, he didn’t feel like bothering with it.
It wasn’t that he intended to toy with others, but rather that he was powerless.
So far, from all the intelligence Yang Jian had gathered, the issue of the ghosts’ resurrection seed to be an unsolvable problem.
People could only try to control other ghosts to restrict the fierce ones, thus extending the ti it took for them to resurrect. They couldn’t get to the root of the problem at all. Zhang Lei possessed an ability suspected to be related to ghost-eating, sowhat similar to the Hungry Ghost, but the consequences of such an ability were undoubtedly trendous.
It was certainly beyond Yang Jian’s capacity to deal with.
"This is the place, driver, could you please pull over here?" Yang Jian said.
The taxi stopped at a bustling downtown area.
High rises were everywhere, and the place was teeming with people. Individuals from all over the country flocked here, making the already crowded Dachang City seem even more congested.
"It’s abnormally crowded."
Yang Jian stood on the curb, watching the never-ending stream of passersby and couldn’t help but frown slightly.
Although he had never been to Dachang City before, the population density of a city shouldn’t be this extre.
There was only one plausible explanation.
With supernatural events occurring frequently worldwide, Dachang City, as one of the few global safe cities, was the obvious choice for those in the know. Even though it wasn’t explicitly stated, this fact served as an unspoken signal.
While most supernatural events had been suppressed, there were always survivors each ti. After surviving, they confird the reality of supernatural events within their vicinity. This knowledge gradually spread, undoubtedly influencing many people in secret.
Recently, when he browsed the internet on his phone, so self-dia platforms began reporting on supernatural events, and news related to horror movies, horror novels, and even folk ghost stories had increased.
As for questions like whether ghosts truly exist in the world?
The authenticity of supernatural events?
Such topics had even reached trending searches, leading to internet celebrities and live strears starting to tell ghost stories and disseminate superstitious knowledge on how to catch and deal with ghosts.
"Ping’an Tower."
Yang Jian couldn’t help but feel amused when he saw the na of the building.
Is this how the people at headquarters always na things?
He actually didn’t have any particular reason for coming here, just a simple wish to check on his mother.
Ever since he beca a ghost hunter, the headquarters had arranged for his mother to work at the Ping’an Tower in Dachang City.
A formal establishnt with comprehensive insurance benefits, and his mother’s salary and compensation were reportedly quite decent. Of course, the most important aspect was the safety. Ŕ𝐚Ｎо𝐛ĘＳ
Yang Jian had tacitly agreed to the headquarters’ arrangent because at the ti he thought if he were to die, at least his mother would have a sustainable job and a sufficiently safe environnt. In retrospect, his thoughts were correct.
After all, Dachang City was truly unsafe at that ti, with nurous supernatural events occurring and countless ordinary people disappearing.
"Excuse , sir, please stop. If you don’t have a pass, unauthorized entry into the company premises is prohibited." Before Yang Jian could enter, two very serious security guards stopped him at the door.
Yang Jian glanced up briefly.
Neither of these guards appeared to be ordinary people. Judging by their physiques and deanor, they had undergone specialized training. Rather than being security guards, they seed more like covert special forces operatives.
As for whether they were ard, he didn’t know.
"I don’t have a pass, but this should prove my identity," Yang Jian said, taking out his identification as an international ghost hunter.
This ID was tantamount to a fake in front of ordinary people, without any effect, but in the right context, it was more useful than anything else.
After examining the ID, one of the guards said, "Please wait a mont, I need to verify this."
"Sure," Yang Jian nodded.
The guard returned swiftly in a few minutes, "Hello, Yang Jian, you may go in. Here’s your temporary pass, valid for only one day. It will be void after the expiration."
He returned the credential and simultaneously issued a temporary printed pass that contained Yang Jian’s information.
"I understand," Yang Jian said, taking the pass and finally being allowed to enter.
Loose on the outside, strict on the inside.
The security level of this building was evidently very high.
But that made sense.
His own mother worked here, and the families of other International Ghost Controllers most certainly worked here too.
No, perhaps it couldn’t be called working, but rather, protection.
It was obvious that this place was a protection base for the relatives of International Ghost Controllers. Should anything go wrong here, the ghost controllers across the nation would surely be in an uproar, and the whole of Asia would probably be thrown into chaos.
That’s why, as soon as Yang Jian had entered, he had felt several covert glances directed at him, clearly indicating the presence of substantial hidden security forces.
"Hello, Yang Jian, how may I assist you today?" A sweet-looking woman at a nearby service desk asked politely.
Yang Jian strode over and replied, "I’m looking for soone."
"Of course, whom are you looking for?" the custor service employee inquired.
"My mother. Your system should have my information, so I won’t say anything unnecessary," Yang Jian stated.
"Are you here to visit a family mber? Is your mother nad Zhang Fen? It’s her working hours now, and she should be on the twentieth floor. Please take the elevator over there, and soone will receive you once you arrive," the custor service representative said with a sweet voice and a professional smile.
But to Yang Jian, this politeness seed sowhat rigid and unnatural.
"I understand, thank you," he said, then suddenly added, "By the way, are you afraid of ?"
"I don’t understand what you an," the custor service lady responded.
Yang Jian said, "It’s nothing, just a casual question."
After Yang Jian left, the woman at the service desk let out a sigh of relief, her professional smile vanishing instantly.
Indeed, she was afraid.
Because she was aware of the true identity of these individuals, that each of them had a real ghost lurking within their bodies.
The thought of being in such close proximity to Yang Jian and by extension, the ghost inside him, was enough to send shivers down her spine.
"This man nad Yang Jian is too perceptive; he actually knew what I was thinking?" she couldn’t help saying.
Her colleague beside her didn’t dare to look up, her voice trembling as she said, "Did you see that just now?"
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"Yang Jian’s shadow behind him," her colleague whispered.
"What about the shadow?"
"The shadow behind Yang Jian had no head."
The custor service employee suddenly looked towards the elevator entrance.
At that mont, although Yang Jian had already entered the elevator, a pitch-black shadow eerily reflected on the ground outside the elevator. There was no one else around the shadow, so it couldn’t have been soone else’s.
More importantly, just as before... the shadow had no head.
And as the elevator moved, the shadow stretched and eventually disappeared onto the ceiling of the first floor.
The two won quickly averted their gaze, then exchanged a look, witnessing an unspoken terror in each other’s eyes before hastily lowering their heads, pretending to be busy with work.
But they both knew very clearly... that was a ghost.
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