Everyone thought Yang Jian was really going to act and kill Eagle, but unexpectedly, he turned his attack on the motionless corpse of Wang Shan lying on the ground.
This move defied everyone's expectations. No one had even considered that Wang Shan's corpse might be the ghost. After all, Wang Shan was the first victim and had always been inconspicuous and low-profile before.
After all, a ssenger who managed to mix in from the first floor had neither skill nor threat—practically cannon fodder. Who would bother to pay attention to him?
But then.
The mont Yang Jian stabbed Wang Shan's corpse with the Coffin Nail, that cold, stiff body twitched eerily, and then emitted a spine-chilling scream, like that of a vengeful ghost.
The corpse seed to have resurrected.
The appearance of this phenonon was enough to prove the problem.
Wang Shan's corpse indeed had issues; otherwise, how could a perfectly intact corpse spontaneously produce such an eerie disturbance?
"How is this possible?" Leuk Qingqing was shocked, unable to believe that Wang Shan was the infiltrating ghost.
This utterly defied common logic.
Wang Shan had followed Yang Jian all the way to the fourth floor and hadn't left the group at all—there was absolutely no reason for him to be the ghost.
However, the piercing scream emitted by the corpse just now was undeniable evidence, no matter how incredible it may seem. Reality was staring everyone in the face, forcing acceptance.
Eagle stared at Wang Shan's corpse on the ground, his expression full of uncertainty. A mont ago, he had thought he himself might be the target—he hadn't expected Yang Jian to uncover the actual ghost.
"This can't be right. How could it be Wang Shan?"
Yang Xiaohua echoed in disbelief.
Wang Feng observed everything silently, his gaze flickering thoughtfully. Although unclear on the reasoning, he knew that once the ghost's identity was confird and successfully controlled, it would be a relief—even the potential danger within the room would be neutralized. This might even restore balance to the fourth floor of the Ghost Post Office.
Li Yang also showed astonishnt: "Captain, sothing doesn't add up. If Wang Shan really was the ghost, then he must have been problematic back on the second or third floor. So how could he have followed us all the way here without making a move?"
Yang Jian stared coldly at Wang Shan's corpse. His earlier choice wasn't a sure bet—it had been more of a speculative gamble.
After all, if the gamble failed, it wouldn't have mattered.
Wang Shan was already dead, and stabbing his corpse wouldn't make a difference.
"He probably didn't beco the ghost on the second or third floor but was instead infiltrated by the ghost on the fourth floor. As for the exact timing, I can't say. This ghost isn't the physical kind we're familiar with, but more like a curse—an abstract existence."
"This ghost could hide within the body of any ssenger, gradually eroding their consciousness—even the ssenger himself wouldn't realize it. Only when the ghost began killing would it swiftly take over the ssenger's identity."
"So you were just blindly gambling and found the culprit by pure luck?" Leuk Qingqing remarked.
Yang Jian shot her a glance and said, "No, not quite. I've been sitting here this whole ti, replaying everything that's happened along the way. I've gone over it several tis and pinpointed only one suspicious mont—when we lit the Ghost Candle to fend off the Door-Opening Ghost in the corridor earlier."
"That ghost descended from an unknown stairway, wandering through the corridor. It passed by Eagle without stopping, passed by you without pausing, but stopped briefly when it passed Wang Shan."
"At that ti, we all assud the sa position. If the ghost wanted to attack soone, it would've targeted the last person in line—Eagle."
Li Yang interjected, "Wasn't it because there was a lamp on that corridor? The Door-Opening Ghost influenced the light, which stopped it there, didn't it?"
"That's what I thought at first—I assud the ghost was focused on the lamp. But after careful reasoning, I found inconsistencies. If the ghost wanted to influence the corridor's lamp to make it light up, what's the point?"
"Light can attract other ghosts, much like the white Ghost Candle. So, I suspect the Door-Opening Ghost manipulated the lamp to attract other ghosts for the sole purpose of killing Wang Shan nearby."
"No one understands ghosts better than other ghosts. Chances are the Door-Opening Ghost recognized Wang Shan's nature as the ghost. However, it couldn't communicate this to us due to the Post Office's rules and constraints, so it resorted to ghostly thods to deal with another ghost."
Wang Feng comnted, "So when Qu Hongtao was killed earlier, his last glance wasn't toward Eagle or Leuk Qingqing but toward Wang Shan's corpse at his feet?"
From that earlier position, Eagle and Leuk Qingqing were indeed the closest to the corpse.
Yet, everyone overlooked the unassuming corpse, mistaking Eagle or Leuk Qingqing as the ghost instead.
"Exactly. Within the scope of his vision, besides Eagle and Leuk Qingqing, there was also Wang Shan's corpse. When the ghost killed for the second ti, it had already exposed its location. From my perspective, the ghost's identity was almost certain—it was either Eagle or Wang Shan," Yang Jian said coldly.
"If my judgnt was wrong and Wang Shan's corpse wasn't the problem, then next, I wouldn't hesitate to eliminate you."
With that, he shot a glance at Eagle.
"It's the only way to make sure there's no error. Otherwise, the ghost would continue moving, infiltrating another ssenger's body and changing identities—it would be tough for even to identify it unless we killed everyone unrelated to the situation."
Eagle wiped a faint bead of sweat from his forehead and muttered, "Looks like my luck is pretty good."
"It's not luck; it's the inevitable result of the process of elimination. If he wasn't the ghost, then you were. There's no mistake in that." Yang Jian responded.
Leuk Qingqing said, "You're gambling on a single suspicious point to identify the least likely candidate—Wang Shan's corpse—as the ghost? Only you would dare think like that. Didn't you notice anything off when Wang Shan died earlier?"
"It's precisely the oddness surrounding Wang Shan's death that made suspicious. If a ghost wanted to kill soone without a hint of warning—its easiest target would be Wang Shan, who had already been infiltrated. Hence, he simply died silently in his sleep. Rember, even Qu Hongtao still had a mont's reaction ti before he died."
"That startled, terrified expression proves it. This ghost can kill, but its murders must adhere to the ghost's killing rules—what these rules are, I'm not sure. But there's one thing I am certain about." .
"The ghost infiltrating the fourth floor can actively trigger others to set off its killing rules."
Li Yang exclaid, "Doesn't that make it function like a Spirit Controller?"
"Not quite. A Spirit Controller can fully control supernatural powers, while this ghost can only selectively trigger them. For this ghost to kill soone, it must target them, ensuring that person sets off the killing rules before initiating the attack. Spirit Controllers don't need such restrictions—they can act anyti, anywhere."
Yang Jian glanced down.
Wang Shan's cold, stiff corpse lay on the ground, but its head was subtly turned toward the recently deceased Qu Hongtao.
The ashen eyes within revealed a numb and sinister malice.
In the dim environnt, combined with its understated presence, no one would pay attention to such minute details.
To Yang Jian, the most confounding thing wasn't this—it was that when he attempted to extract Wang Shan's mories, he couldn't find even a trace of the ghost.
This suggested that the ghost was exceptionally unique, hidden far deeper than expected.
Under such circumstances, Yang Jian felt Wang Shan wasn't rely the ghost, but rather soone being controlled by it.
"Controlled by the ghost? That reminds of Dachang City's second leader, Zhao Kaiming. On the surface, he's a Spirit Controller, but he's actually just a pathetic man being manipulated by a ghost. Wang Shan's situation is even worse—at least Zhao Kaiming knew he was under ghostly control, while Wang Shan didn't even realize he had a problem."
"If this ghost were to leave the Ghost Post Office and erge outside, no authority figure could contain it."
Yang Jian mulled over this and felt an unspoken relief.
A ghost capable of silently controlling the living—even if its killing efficiency was low—was extrely dangerous.
Still, one thing baffled Yang Jian.
If this ghost was indeed the one brought in by Lin Yue, would that an it stemd from the ghost unleashed when Yang Jian tore up Lin Yue's letter?
Yet the Post Office released these ghosts to wipe out ssengers. Then, the ssenger beca infiltrated by the ghost, returned to the Post Office, causing the Post Office itself to lose control...
Thinking this through.
Wasn't the Post Office essentially sabotaging itself?
Yang Jian furrowed his brow.
anwhile, the ssengers on the fifth floor were reportedly facing dangers too.
This wasn't just about the fourth floor being out of control—it seed the entire Ghost Post Office was problematic.
Questions and mysteries appeared to be multiplying.
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