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“Jing Tuoshen?” Gao Ming barely remembered this name from his many deaths.

“The headquarters is always interacting with the shadow world. Those who come into contact with the demons will be affected by them. Some of the investigators changed dramatically after they left the anomaly. They butchered the citizens and became part of the tragedy. It was then that the headquarters required a special group of people to clean up the inside trash.” Situ An smiled. He was happy to chat with Gao Ming because the more he knew about Gao Ming, the greater his chance of killing him. “Jing Tuoshen is one such person. He is very good at secrecy, murder, and deception.”

“A person with cleanliness obsession specialises in such work. How ironic.” Xia Yang found another interesting soul.

“Jing Tuoshen doesn’t have an official title. I’ve interacted with him several times. I can’t find his weakness. I only know that he is a researcher on the surface.” Situ An turned to Xia Yang, “If you can capture Jing Tuoshen, then you have the chance to know the core information of the headquarters. You can step on the dead bodies of the big shots to reach the top.”

Situ An probably wasn’t lying. He was merely telling Gao Ming what he originally planned to do. In one of the futures where Gao Ming was killed, Situ An became the chief of the headquarters. That version of Situ An was the scariest. However, this Situ An was sent into Gao Ming’s heart before he could make his first step.

“If you want to take down the east city, just pay attention to Jing Tuoshen.”

With the ‘aid’ of Xia Yang and Situ An, Gao Ming gradually completed his horror story.

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Blood slid down the television screen. The baby’s crying intermingled with the sound of the broadcaster. The tears and the clock ticked at the same time.

The old newspaper was torn into pieces and thrown into the air. The man walked past the overturned table and stepped on the stained carpet. He didn’t even pick up the shards of glass. He ignored the crying kid and combed his fingers through his hair. He looked at the broken door, the mess around him and his wounded reflection in the mirror. His heart was unwilling. Suddenly, he grabbed the only chair in the room and tossed it at the mirror. The mirror shattered. The face he hated the most appeared everywhere.

“What a horrible day!”

The man removed his shirt and yanked out the drawer. He tossed the stuff to the ground. All of a sudden, he found something in the trash. He knelt on the ground and picked it up with absolute reverence. It was a white pill with the letter Y.

The man carefully picked up the pill. He pinched it between his two fingers before slowly placing it on his tongue. The man swallowed slowly as he felt the pill travel down his throat. At that moment, he seemed to embrace heaven. He laid on the oily and trashy carpet with immense satisfaction. He stretched lazily. The world in his eyes seemed to spin. Everything was crawling towards him, making him the centre of everything. The missing part of his soul had been completed. The man’s limbs tightened as his body lifted. His pupils rolled back. His thoughts were sucked away. In this situation, he heard a voice. “I will not let you disappear. I will not let you break down. I know your heart is still in it. I will lead you to find the thing you really want.”

“Situ An, is that you? I will kill you! Give me the pill! Transfer my soul!” The man started awake. After a short joy, he was consumed by greater fear. His eyes watered, and his body shivered. “Transfer my soul. I need more drugs. I will give you anything.” The man’s eyes dulled. He heard the phone ring. This was the 11th time it had rung, but he showed no interest in answering it. Other than the Soul Transfer Pill, he didn’t want anything.

He picked up his phone. His eyes focused slightly when he saw that it was a call from his father, Fu Ning. His finger wavered. Finally, he lobbed the phone at the wall. The kid cried harder. The man smacked his head. “Die! Die! Die!”

The many trophies in the cupboard were like mocking faces. The man’s name was Fu San. He was Wan Zai Investigation Centre Chief, Fu Ning’s eldest son. He had always been his father’s pride and was viewed as the investigator most likely to take over after his father. However, his father had no idea that Fu San ran into trouble during his first mission. He took Situ An’s Soul Transfer Pill. The medicine could cure mental illness. It came from Doctor Lu and was related to the shadow world. Currently, both Situ An and Doctor Lu were gone. Fu San ran out of drugs. To prevent his father from noticing it, he had skipped work for days already.

“Stop crying, you bastard!” His wife had already left. Fu San stood up unsteadily. He shoved open the bedroom door and looked at the crying kid. The baby had never seen his father like this before. He could only cry harder in the hopes that his father could wake up or his neighbours could hear him.

“If you keep on crying… I’ll sew your mouth up!” Fu San’s eyes wandered between the shadow world and the real world. He stared at his child’s face. The face slowly became more and more like Situ An.

“It’s you! You’re here to harm me again!” Fu San strangled his kid. “Situ An, get out of my kid’s body! I will kill you!” Fu San became more agitated, and he gripped harder.

“Situ An sure is a bad man.” A man’s voice suddenly appeared in the room.

“Who is there?” Fu San raised the kid and looked around. Eventually, his eyes landed on the picture of himself and his wife. “Situ An, I know you’re hiding in the picture!”

“I’m not Situ An. I’m Xia Yang. A bastard called Gao Ming got me here. Of course, Situ An is in his heart too.” Fu San in the picture smiled warmly.

“Go to hell!” Fu San let go, and the baby fell to the ground. At that moment, all the colours seeped from the picture. They morphed into a pair of hands to catch the child.

“I’ll save one to kill one. You’ll thank me in the future.” The colours crawled onto Fu San’s body like spiders. One minute passed. Fu San wiped away the tears from his face. He gently put the baby down and kindly tugged him into bed.

He pulled back the curtain to welcome the dawn of a new day. Fu San looked at the east city investigation centre in the distance with a smile. The baby stopped crying. However, the picture on the table only had Fu San’s wife in it. Fu San was gone.

“Is it my turn to be the main character?”

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