Yang Jian had no intention of letting the peculiar person before him go. This person posed a significant threat, and if Zhang Wei hadn't noticed sothing strange around him, no one would have known such a dangerous thing was lurking near Shangtong Tower. Even Yang Jian himself couldn't be sure he could uncover it.
This person was hidden too deeply, and as long as the number of people around exceeded three, he couldn't be detected.
Even if your eyes see him, your mind will automatically ignore his existence.
This kind of eerie supernatural presence was sothing Yang Jian was encountering for the first ti.
The tall Ghost Shadow was moving in the internet cafe, heading towards that emaciated, twisted freak. Yang Jian intended to steal his mories to find out who he really was, and also to completely kill and imprison him.
Perhaps sensing the danger of his situation.
That emaciated and twisted freak struggled to speak at this mont: "Stop, stop, you can't kill ."
"Finally speaking? Too late." Yang Jian didn't stop because of a single sentence. The Ghost Shadow reached the person's side, invading his body.
"I can help you, I'm useful to you..." The person spoke again, trying to persuade Yang Jian.
"No need, I'm not particularly interested in you. You're lurking around the company with ill intentions; it's better if you're dead. Although the ghost you're controlling is indeed quite special and may be valuable to , I can strip the ghost from you and let soone else control it."
Yang Jian stated a very harsh reality with a cold tone.
The ghost controlled by a ghost rider can be stripped away. In the past, there were people who specialized in hunting ghost riders to obtain the ghost within them because the risk of imprisoning a ghost this way was very low, requiring almost no major cost.
The Ghost Shadow continued its invasion.
The person's skin gradually beca covered with a layer of black shadow, and he felt extrely cold all over, with his body rapidly losing consciousness.
"Yang Jian, I haven't offended you." The person spoke again, surprisingly knowing Yang Jian's identity.
Yang Jian replied, "You've killed many people in Dachang City just to steal parts of their living bodies. Does that an you haven't offended ?"
"Haven't you killed people yourself? You've probably killed more than ." The person questioned Yang Jian.
Yang Jian said, "You're right, I've killed indeed more people than you, but I've saved even more. Dachang City's existence is because of , and in this world, strength talks. If you're capable, you can try to take down and take control of Dachang City in the future."
The person fell silent, no longer speaking. He now wasn't even feeling pain, as most of his body had lost sensation entirely invaded by the Ghost Shadow.
Although he felt extrely cold all over, it gave him a certain comfort.
"Let see what kind of person you really are." Yang Jian's eyes flickered, with the Ghost Shadow stealing his mories.
Soon.
A segnt of familiar yet strange mories of a living man appeared in Yang Jian's mind.
In the mory, he was a bedridden cripple living in Dachang City's old district. His parents were divorced and ignored him completely, leaving him to be taken care of by his grandparents. Later, his grandmother passed away, and his life beca increasingly difficult, barely subsisting on his grandfather's pension.
Day after day, he endured, fantasizing about a miracle happening soday.
Later, his grandfather also passed away, leaving him alone at ho. At first, neighbors and community workers visited to care for him, but as ti went on, fewer were willing to care for him...until one day he overheard a conversation from the neighboring apartnt.
Dachang City seed to be haunted.
It was likely that the Hungry Ghost incident had occurred.
Fortunately, because he was bedridden, he avoided being targeted by the Hungry Ghost, surviving, but his paralysis made survival very difficult, lacking food, water, and his bed reeked with waste, rotting as his body slowly died...
Though he didn't die in the Hungry Ghost incident, he was dying on his sickbed.
He didn't want to die; a strong survival instinct kept him struggling.
Finally, a miracle occurred.
One day, he heard the solitary footsteps outside his room in the hallway.
It was a ghost lurking in the vacant residential building.
The person shouted.
As a result, the ghost that had never been discovered was found by him, and it entered his room, invading his body.
Just like that.
He beca a ghost rider.
But rely this change was of little use; the ghost was only difficult to detect. Becoming a ghost rider granted him this trait, being forgotten and undetectable, but the supernatural power maintained his life, allowing him to survive without food or water for an extended period.
Later, lying in bed, he gradually mastered the supernatural power and finally broke free from the impact of his disability, starting to move.
Despite the difficulty, he took a crucial step forward, bringing him hope.
However, when he ventured out, he discovered that everyone in Dachang City seed not to see him; nobody glanced at him, nobody paid attention.
He felt abandoned by the world.
The outside bustling had nothing to do with him; he was like a twisted, bizarre ghost wandering within Dachang City.
He went to many places, eting many people and events, understanding the situation in Dachang City.
Not willing to remain ignorant, he began to think and make changes.
Thus, he decided to change his face, adopt a different living identity, perhaps allowing him a chance to start anew.
So, he killed.
But a corpse was useless; he only took parts of limbs.
The number of deceased grew.
The collected dismbered corpses gradually beca complete.
Thus, a brand new person appeared before him, a new identity composed of many living bodies stitched together.
He decided to reside within this new corpse.
Until one day, his actions were exposed, and people in Dachang City investigated him, searching for the killer.
Initially, he felt nervous and scared, but gradually he found his worry unnecessary; even if the officers walked past him, no one paid attention to him.
He couldn't be found.
Until one day, Zhang Wei and a group of friends found his house and opened the door, but even standing right in front of Zhang Wei, under the interference of supernatural forces, he still wasn't discovered.
Zhang Wei decided to leave.
Yet he decided to follow Zhang Wei.
He hadn't thought of killing; he wanted to start afresh, mingling within Zhang Wei's group with a new identity.
But things weren't as smooth as he imagined.
He remained an extra person, unnoticed, though his close proximity caused so to pay attention.
Afraid, he began killing those who suspected him.
...
Until now, Yang Jian had set his sights on him, found him, and exposed him.
Yang Jian flipped through the mories, learning about the tragic experience of a tragic person.
A pitiful person paralyzed in bed who would have died miserably on the hospital bed, yet unexpectedly managed to control a ghost that could not be detected. He thought it was a change, but he remained the sa. Although he left the sickbed, the outside world beca just a bigger sickbed for him.
"Don't kill , I can help you, I really can help you. I need a chance, give a chance, I'll work for you. I want to be recognized by others, I want to be acknowledged, I don't want to die like this, to die unnoticed, just like my deceased grandparents, who no one cared about..."
This person was begging, crying, hoping for a chance.
At this mont, Yang Jian's ghost shadow had already invaded the person's mory. It would only take a mont for him to be wiped clean and beco a mindless vegetable.
This was essentially equal to killing him.
He sensed this, so he was pleading with Yang Jian to let him go.
"Your situation is indeed sympathetic, but you have killed too many people to piece together this living body. If you had co to when you first left the sickbed, there might have been a different outco, but now you've strayed, and it's too late for everything."
Yang Jian's gaze was cold, like it was heartless, showing no wavering.
This person was indeed a ghost manipulator and was indeed pitiful and sad, but he took the wrong path. His heart was full of resentnt and hatred, unable to control himself, killing indiscriminately and splicing bodies, which is a taboo.
This kind of taboo is sothing Yang Jian cannot tolerate.
Because even he dared not involve himself in such taboos, nor dared he splice living bodies carelessly, otherwise when his own body was rotting, he could have easily found a healthy young man on the street to obtain a healthy body.
But this person did it.
Not because of bodily needs, but simply because he wanted to take on a new identity.
But if that were all, it would have been one thing.
But after getting a new body, he did not stop. Instead, out of panic and unease, he killed ordinary people who beca suspicious of him.
That's how people are.
Once fallen, there's no turning back.
Reasons don't matter anymore.
"Disappear, this world no longer belongs to you." Yang Jian's gaze suddenly turned cold.
The ghost shadow instantly rotted his head, directly erasing his mory.
The next mont.
This person stopped begging, stopped crying, his gaze beca vacant, and he turned blank.
After Yang Jian did all this, he walked over, ghost hand carrying this frail, twisted body, and then left.
Before leaving, he erased all traces, burying the shattered corpses in the depths underground with the Ghost Domain.
Once he left.
The entire internet caf returned to normal.
The people surfing the net continued, not sensing anything unusual.
At this mont, Zhang Wei touched his head, feeling sothing was wrong sowhere, but he couldn't quite say what was wrong.
Instead, Ah Fei next to him suddenly approached and whispered, "Ah Wei, let tell you sothing. Rember last ti I ntioned that there's always a faint sll of corpse around us? Later, others also noticed this issue and felt sothing was wrong, but they all mysteriously disappeared. You suspected they were killed, so I didn't dare bring it up again."
"But just now, that sll disappeared. I think that thing is gone. You should still be careful. Don't say I reminded you; I don't want to get killed because of you."
"Don't worry, if you can't trust , can't you trust Brother Tui? I promise to keep it confidential for you," Zhang Wei said with conviction.
He glanced at the empty seat next to him.
Seemingly, the feeling of being watched had really vanished.
"Could it be that Brother Tui handled it?" Zhang Wei thought.
But after just a mont of contemplation, he was quickly drawn back into the ga, unable to extricate himself.
Yang Jian, carrying the corpse, first returned to the basent of the Guanjiang Residential Complex, securing it in a golden box, then went back to the office in Shangtong Tower, where he found Liu Xiaoyu at work.
At this mont.
In Liu Xiaoyu's office, she was organizing docunts with Yang Xiaohua, while Eagle was taking notes on the side.
"The case is closed," Yang Jian said directly.
"What, which case is closed?" Liu Xiaoyu was startled and looked up to find it was Yang Jian.
Yang Jian said, "Those recent serial murder cases in Dachang City, the ones with the missing body parts."
"I rember now. Did you leave just now to handle that case? How did it go? I'm ready to record it," Liu Xiaoyu said.
Yang Jian narrated and left a report.
The story even made Yang Xiaohua, who was next to him, widen her eyes: "Is there really such an existence? An undetectable third person? Was he wandering outside and inside the company?"
"There are all sorts of supernatural events, nothing worth making a fuss about."
Yang Jian said, "I've already taken care of that person, and the ghost has been contained. I've cleaned up those found dismbered bodies."
He doesn't need to leave evidence for his actions; what he says is evidence.
A Captain-level figure doesn't need to be accountable to anyone but himself.
Even if Yang Jian were to make up a lie, Liu Xiaoyu wouldn't doubt its authenticity.
"The report is done, so I'm closing the case."
Liu Xiaoyu quickly put down her pen, organized the files, and inford others that the case wouldn't require further resources.
Eagle on the side said, "That ghost is very special. Previously, I reviewed so docunts, and I think that ghost is suitable to be made into a supernatural item. If worn, it might prevent being detected or found by ghosts during a supernatural event."
"That's a good idea; I'll consider it," Yang Jian nodded.
An undetectable third person.
This supernatural power is very special. Even a ghost manipulator of Yang Jian's caliber would be affected. If used well, it could significantly enhance one's survival ability.
But this ghost is not suitable to be controlled.
Because once controlled, you'd beco undetectable. How would teammates cooperate with you?
So turning it into a supernatural item is best. It can be used in specific scenarios, making it more flexible.
"Are there any other cases? If not, I'll be going," Yang Jian asked again.
Liu Xiaoyu said, "There aren't any for now. There was a small case earlier, but it was handled by Tong Qian. It wasn't a supernatural event, just so guys pretending to be ghosts."
"Looks like Dachang City is quite peaceful," Yang Jian said.
"Having an easy job is a good thing," Yang Xiaohua looked at Yang Jian and said, "You'd better be careful, no one wants to see anything happen to you."
"Of course, I possess the potential to reverse everything, so nothing must happen to ," Yang Jian said, then turned and left.
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