"That won't do. What if you run away?" another officer, thin as a bamboo pole, shouted, sounding imposing.

The case had just started to show promise, and time was of the essence. They couldn't afford to waste time on this kind of thing, especially since everyone could sense that something was fishy.

Just like the bearded officer had said, they had barely left when Boss Sang died, less than half an hour later.

It looked suspiciously like a setup.

Having figured this out, they were even less likely to surrender. A dozen or so officers were not difficult for them to deal with.

The difficult part was how to clean up the mess afterward. Perhaps they could go to Director Qiao. After all, he was the one who had asked them to handle the case. He couldn't expect to get away scot-free if something happened.

Seeming to realize that the people before him weren't easy to deal with, the bearded officer hesitated. After a moment, his tone softened slightly, "Alright, we only suspect that you're involved in the death of the photo studio owner right now. The final result will depend on the investigation."

"At least one of you has to come back with us for questioning. I can let the rest of you go." The bearded officer lowered his voice. "I won't make things difficult for you. Don't make things difficult for me."

It was clear that this was the biggest concession he could make.

Hearing this, Luo He smiled freely. "Looks like I'm the one you're taking away."

The bearded officer didn't deny it. "Someone saw you arguing with Boss Sang inside the photo studio, so you're a prime suspect."

"Alright," Luo He said. "I can go back with you, but I have a request."

The bearded officer hesitated for a moment, his hand still gripping the wooden club tightly. He asked warily, "What request?"

"You guys step outside first. I have a few words to say to my friends. After I'm done, I'll go back with you." Luo He looked at the bearded officer. His expression didn't fluctuate from beginning to end. Rather than being calm, it was more like he didn't care.

"How can we do that?" one of the officers argued. "What if you try to escape?"

But after Luo He looked at him, the officer, who had been on the offensive, instantly wilted. He didn't even know why.

It was clearly just a pair of calm eyes, but he felt the stillness before a storm.

It was as if something terrible would happen if he didn't accept his request.

"Okay, I'll give you some time." The bearded officer was a straightforward man. He agreed directly and then turned to close the door.

Pi Ruan poked his head out and looked out the window. He saw several officers standing below, staring intently at the window, clearly to prevent them from escaping through it.

Chen Qiang looked at Luo He's face with a strange gaze, as if trying to see something in it. "They're here for you," he said with certainty.

This was very obvious. They had just left the photo studio when Boss Sang died, and then a group of police officers came to their door...

Even stranger, everyone noticed a very important point. The first thing the police officers who rushed in asked was... "Who is Luo He?"

Why would they ask that?

In other words, how did they know Luo He's name?

According to the bearded officer's explanation, someone had seen Luo He arguing with Boss Sang in the photo studio, so they thought he was a suspect in the murder.

But upon closer inspection, this explanation didn't hold water at all.

First, Luo He and Boss Sang had not had an excessive argument.

The second point, and the strangest one, was how did the person who saw the argument and reported it know Luo He's name?

Luo He's name wasn't written on his face.

Pi Ruan's eyes widened. "So... someone is framing you?"

Anything could happen during a mission, but such a strong indication, targeting only Luo He, couldn't help but make people overthink.

"Why are they only targeting you?" Huai Yi couldn't help but ask.

Luo He didn't hide anything about this. He glanced at the door, as if he could see through it to the outside. "It should be related to the ability of the door within me. With me around, it's basically impossible for this ghost to wipe us all out."

He had a big tone, but the fact that he said it in such a calm voice meant that no one doubted its truthfulness.

The eyes of Huai Yi and Chen Qiang gradually became strange. They weren't surprised by Luo He's identity as a disciple of the Door.

But the fact that the door within him could resist the ghost's dream realm aroused their interest.

Just what kind of heaven-defying ability did the door within a guy who even the ghost found troublesome have?

As soon as Luo He said this, the things they had encountered before gradually became connected. Fu Fu stroked her chin and analyzed like an old pro, "The ghost is framing you. It knows that if you're around, things will become complicated. So it's using the police to get you out of the way, making it easier to attack us."

"That should be it." Luo He tapped his forehead lightly.

This also explained why Boss Sang was able to survive after experiencing the dream realm. The root cause was that the ghost had let him off the hook. It wasn't his time to die yet.

And after Luo He and his group appeared, his death became meaningful.

"This ghost will drag people into a dream realm and kill them. To avoid this, I have two suggestions." Luo He said slowly, "First, stay awake at all times, whether it's day or night."

This request sounded simple, but for everyone who had experienced many paranormal events, it was basically the same as saying nothing.

Ghost attacks were always unannounced. Perhaps a moment of distraction would result in being dragged into the dream realm. And Boss Sang's death also conveyed a very important piece of information to them.

That was, ghosts don't necessarily only kill at night.

People can doze off and become distracted during the day as well.

As long as you stray into the dream realm, you will be killed.

Huai Yi asked carefully, "What's the second point?"

"I have a hypothesis, but I haven't had time to verify it yet." Luo He said, "Fainting caused by external force might allow you to escape being dragged into the dream realm by the ghost."

"You mean... knocking someone out?" Pi Ruan's face was written all over with 'Is that really okay?'

"That's why I said it's just a hypothesis, but I can't be sure what the result will be." Luo He said.

Hearing this, everyone's expressions became tangled. This method was a gamble, and probably no one would use it unless absolutely necessary.

After all, a person's ability to protect themselves is zero when they're unconscious. If something unexpected happens, there's no time to run.

Compared to that, everyone would rather enter the dream realm. After all, even the most powerful and bizarre ghosts have their weaknesses. As long as you find that point, you can end the mission.

A burst of footsteps came, and the door was pushed open. The bearded officer walked in with a few people. "That's about enough. Luo He, come with us."

Then, as if they weren't at ease, these people took out a pair of black, old-fashioned iron handcuffs and put them on Luo He's wrists.

As he was about to leave, Luo He stopped, tilted his head to look at everyone, "I'm leaving first. I wish you all... good luck."