Chapter Fifteen: The Ghost's Conspiracy

  "It's impossible... It's impossible... Where is my dad? I want to see my dad..."

  "Get out... You're all liars... My dad didn't die at all..."

  "You take Yunxue back and take good care of her. Also, Director Han died heroically in battle with the bandits. I will report this to the higher-ups as soon as possible. You prepare for the funeral." The crowd nodded after hearing Uncle Yang's words that broke the silence. With scattered morale, they carried the unconscious Yunxue back along the way they came, slowly walking back.

  "Take them a few first to me..." The security guard's warriors carried Guo Zhi and Huang Kai, supporting Yu Deng Yu Zhuo, and several people got on the car and left.

  "Master, just now when we came out of the cave, didn't a red ghost float away?"

  "Hmm... I see. I suspect it's all because of this."

  "What's our next move?"

  "Let's find out where it went first. This ghost has quite some abilities, and can even possess a blood corpse. However, this time we managed to repel it, so it must have suffered significant injuries. It shouldn't be able to cause any more harm for the time being."

  "Let us handle this matter..." said the tiger head, which had been silent all along, as it swung its black tail.

  "Yes, you've also suffered quite a bit this time. Take care of yourselves first... As for the investigation, leave it to me and Tora."

  "Hmm... you guys go investigate then... Master, let's head back and check on their injuries first"

  Yi Yang nodded and bid farewell to Hu Tou and the others. As he left with Yang Hao, Hu Tou gazed at their receding figures and let out a sigh.

  "It seems like we'll have to trouble Big Brother and Second Brother with this matter"

  "What's the big deal? Aren't they just a few ghosts? Why so much fuss?"

  "This time it was paid in blood, which already explains the problem. If we meet again, who knows what will happen? Let's go and greet them first."

  As soon as the words were spoken, this cat and horse rushed towards the residence of their "older brothers".

  At this time, a nondescript residential area in the downtown area of DL City. The streets were bustling with people coming and going, looking peaceful as usual, but on the 13th floor of this building, another unknown tragedy occurred.

  "Dad... are you back? Do you know how much I miss you?" A little girl holding a doll was alone in her bedroom, staring at the window sill, muttering to herself. At this age, children's eyes have not fully developed and they can see ghosts. Just then, she saw her father, who had been missing for a long time, walking towards her step by step from the balcony. But the child seemed to notice something unusual. Her father usually smiled widely when he saw her, but today his face was expressionless. And why wasn't he coming in through the door? Why was he coming in through the window? The window... outside is the 13th floor balcony!!!

  "Dad... why aren't you talking? What... what are you going to do?" The little girl suddenly felt horror and danger from this most intimate person. She saw her father's face with a strange smile, his hands reaching out towards his own neck.

  "Dad... don't pinch me... Dad... Daddy... save... my life..."

  "Baby, what's wrong??? Open the door, what are you doing again???" The anxious voice of her mother came from outside the door, but it was locked tight... "Bang..." Her mother, in a state of urgency, found a hammer and smashed open the girl's bedroom door...

  "Baby.... Waaa... how could this be??? Heaven...” The mother knelt on the ground, looking at her daughter in front of her, whose spirit was almost collapsing. Reflected in the mother's eyes was her small body, which was now slumped on the edge of the bed, her head slightly bowed. Her small face was pale and bloodless. Her hands... were tightly clutching her own neck... her fingernails had already pierced the skin, and there was a faint trace of blood at the wound. "My baby... committed suicide... sui... suicide..." The mother's thoughts were in disarray, her hands grasping her hair, her eyes congested, and she let out a low, mournful cry. Grief pierced her heart like a knife, hurting her so much that she felt like she was dying. No matter what, she couldn't believe that a 7-year-old girl, who was once lively and innocent, would commit suicide in her own room... Suicide???? By strangling herself to death with her own hands??? The mother suddenly thought of something, lifted her head, and looked at her daughter. At this moment, the daughter's corpse moved.

  Her left hand seemed to fall powerless from her neck, followed by her right hand... She slowly got up and walked unsteadily towards the balcony.

  "Baby... kid... you???? What's wrong with you??"

  "Answer me! Where are you going?" Her mother thought she hadn't died yet and stood at the door, anxiously shouting. But the little girl didn't stop her steps because of her mother's shout. She walked to the balcony edge, one foot stepped over the railing...the other foot was on the edge of the balcony, slowly turning her head to look back at her mother.

  "Baby come back quickly it's dangerous....." The mother saw this and completely lost her mind, rushing towards her daughter... Just as she was about to touch her daughter's body, she discovered that her daughter was smiling, not a lively and innocent smile, but a dark and sinister one with raised eyebrows... Gotcha... gotcha... "Ah..." The mother finally grabbed onto her daughter's body, but because of the urgency and speed of her run, she couldn't stop in time. Due to inertia, she and her daughter fell vertically from the balcony of the high-rise building on the 10th floor...

  5 minutes later...

  "Master, I just received a call saying someone fell from a building in X district..."

  "Oh? Tell me..."

  The police went to the deceased's home and found that except for the bedroom door having been smashed, everything was normal. The mother and daughter seemed to have jumped off the building to their deaths, but the mother's hand had not let go of her daughter until it was crushed into a pulp, still tightly holding onto her daughter. What's even stranger is that there were strangulation marks on the little girl's neck, but judging from the size of the palm print, it clearly wasn't the mother's, and seemed to be self-inflicted. The family background of this household has also been investigated. They were a very harmonious family with no major conflicts or disputes, which already suggests that this was not a case triggered by conflict. However, according to the police records, this woman had reported a case just a few days ago, saying that her husband had gone missing...

  "Could it be one of the people who went missing a few days ago?"

  "Hmm...yes, a good family, the husband mysteriously disappeared a few days ago, and before long, the mother and daughter had an accident too. This family is finished..." Yang Hao said with regret.

  "It seems they didn't rest, Yang Hao... you don't have to go home for the next two days, stay here and rest... as soon as there's news from Tiger Head, we'll set off"

  Yang Hao made a phone call to his family after hearing what Uncle Yang said, and then came to the side of Guo Zhi and Huang Kai. Under Uncle Yang's careful care, these two people have escaped the danger of life, but Huang Kai's injuries are much more serious. He is still in a coma. Guo Zhi was lucky enough to wake up.

  "Guo Zhi, how are you... feeling better?"

  "Hmm...I'm feeling better...where am I?"

  "In my house, you and I will talk about how you were injured?" said Uncle Yang, handing him a cup of water.

  "I remember that not long after we entered the cave, we saw walkie-talkies and bloodstains scattered on the ground... afterwards, the director led us along the trail to a fork in the road, just as we were discussing which path to take, when suddenly a very large red monster came running towards us at high speed. I didn't even have time to fire my gun before it knocked me down. The director and Huang Ge fired many shots, but the bullets had no effect on the monster... what about the director? How is he?"

  "It's a sacrifice~~~~"

  "What did you say??? The director is dead???" Guo Zhiyi was in a hurry, coughing repeatedly, his face frozen in an expression of incredulity on the bed.

  "How could this be??? I had advised him not to take risks... it's all my fault..."

  "Don't feel guilty, you were powerless in that situation. But I hope you can keep the director's cause of death a secret."

  "Hmm... even if I told anyone, no one would believe me."

  "A Hao, I need to stay indoors and rest for a few days. Nothing urgent, let's talk when I come out."

  Yang Hao nodded, after all, treating four wounded men was not an easy task, and also, Yi Yang Shu had previously experienced a fierce battle and suffered some minor injuries, which would cause severe loss of vitality. They had to stop and rest for a while.

  So many people have died, from the beginning in the church to the recent falling event. What does this series of tragic cases imply? What is the purpose of these ghosts?