The heads were of varying sizes. The larger ones were the size of volleyballs, while the smaller ones were only the size of coffee cups, hanging near other heads like grotesque tumors.

Most were children, but there were also some younger men and women... Each face was excessively distorted, as if struggling to break free from within.

Jiang Cheng found a familiar face among them.

It was a woman's head.

Her brows were tightly furrowed, her eyes squeezed shut in pain, her mouth open as if, even in death, she couldn't believe she had been killed.

Of course she wouldn't believe it.

After all, the one who killed her was the mother she had always believed to have died unjustly.

This was Zhao Ru's head.

Not long ago, Yu Yu had brought news that they had found Zhao Ru's body in Room 624, but her head was missing.

He never expected it to be transplanted onto the ghost.

Thinking of the word "transplant," Jiang Cheng felt strange. Perhaps it had devoured her in some way, and then grown onto its own body.

But none of that mattered anymore.

Now that he thought about it, the missing heads of the children in those files were now explained.

Was this a ritual, or was it the ability of the multi-headed ghost?

Jiang Cheng wasn't sure yet.

Just as Huai Yi was running over desperately, Jiang Cheng pushed an unlocked bicycle out from the corner and smashed it into the multi-headed ghost.

Huai Yi dodged to the side. The old-fashioned bicycle was made of solid materials and was thrown with considerable force by Jiang Cheng.

But even so, it only made the multi-headed ghost pause for a moment.

That was enough. Jiang Cheng turned and ran upstairs, Huai Yi gritting his teeth and following.

They ran for what felt like forever, finally shaking off the multi-headed ghost. The "thud, thud" of its footsteps disappeared. Jiang Cheng pulled Huai Yi into a room.

Neither of them dared to turn on the light.

They huddled together, hiding in the darkness.

"Did we... did we shake it off?" Huai Yi gasped for breath, but didn't dare make too much noise, looking rather comical.

Jiang Cheng stared out the door through a crack, frowning. "I don't think so."

"What do you mean?" Huai Yi asked, startled.

"It's like it let us go on purpose. Otherwise, with its speed, it shouldn't have been so easy for us to get away."

Jiang Cheng had seen the speed of the multi-headed ghost when it was chasing Huai Yi.

While borrowing the power of the door, Huai Yi's physical functions, not just his arms, were greatly enhanced.

An ordinary person would have been caught and torn to pieces long ago.

Jiang Cheng thought for a moment, then decided that having their heads torn off was more likely. Speaking of heads being torn off, he couldn't help but think of Fatty.

If Fatty were here, he wouldn't mind scaring him a little.

Jiang Cheng was the one who had given Fatty's information to the middle-aged man. He couldn't come forward himself to find the forces behind Fatty, but the middle-aged man could.

There was no doubt that the purpose of the forces who sent Fatty was to have him go undercover by his side, although Jiang Cheng didn't understand why they would send such a fool.

If Jiang Cheng had been ruthless enough, Fatty would have died countless times already, his body long rotten.

But in the end, they had succeeded.

The real reason Jiang Cheng drove Fatty away wasn't that Fatty posed a threat to him. On the contrary, it was because he felt that his feelings for Fatty were gradually changing.

From the initial vigilance to gradual trust.

Jiang Cheng himself couldn't explain why. He knew that this person must have been sent with a purpose when Fatty first followed him back and appeared in his studio.

He deliberately kept him, wanting to see what the people who sent him were up to.

But in the end, he not only failed to dig up any clues from Fatty, but he himself was being changed by the other party in some subtle way.

This Fatty... was actually changing him!

This was what Jiang Cheng truly feared!

At first, it wasn't obvious, but recently, this feeling had become stronger and stronger. He was becoming indecisive, and there were more and more things and people that could distract him.

The world that had once only brought him indifference and alienation suddenly seemed to have changed its face.

The feeling was like that of an abandoned child who suddenly discovered that there were many people and things in this world that he couldn't bear to part with, and that couldn't bear to part with him.

It sounded good, but it was bad for him.

The more emotional attachments a person had, the more vulnerable they became.

It was Fatty who had enriched his emotions and made him more and more vulnerable.

He could actually feel angry about Xu Yi's death, and he would bend down and hug the confused and lost Nan Jin...

Clearly... they weren't even strangers in his world.

But now, at least in that moment, they had become his concerns.

It was simply unimaginable...

Perhaps... this was what the people who sent Fatty wanted to see.

They wanted to use this Fatty to destroy him!

Realizing this, Jiang Cheng felt panic for the first time, panic brought about by the honest-looking, slow-witted Fatty.

Waiting for death was not his style. He immediately determined a countermeasure.

There was no more direct way than to kill this troublesome Fatty with his own hands.

The threads that he had used to connect himself to this world would be severed by his death.

Now that he had determined his goal, the next step was timing.

Midnight.

Between 1:00 and 2:00 AM.

If he dealt with him during this time, there would be plenty of time to dispose of the body.

The body would be sent to the landfill outside the city.

The method of transporting the body...

Jiang Cheng had arranged everything. There was a very clear flowchart in his mind. Now he was just waiting for this Fatty to become a corpse.

He had never killed anyone in the real world, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to kill someone.

It was just that very few people had made him feel it was necessary.

At one o'clock in the morning, he opened his eyes on time. He didn't put on his shoes and tiptoed out of the bedroom, standing in front of the sofa bed where Fatty was sleeping.

Fatty's sleeping posture was very unrestrained, and drool was flowing out of his mouth.

He didn't know if he was dreaming about something, but he kept muttering things like, "Don't run, you can't escape my grasp, heh heh heh."

Jiang Cheng suddenly felt that his preliminary preparations were stupid. This Fatty had no vigilance at all, a guy who could sleep in a nightmare.

He could just break his neck and he would die silently in the night.

There would be no pain, and there would be no consequences.

When it dawned, he would open his business as usual. No one would notice that a Fatty was missing from this world, except for the people who sent him.

But Jiang Cheng stood there for a long time, unable to reach out his hand. Finally, he turned and went back to the bedroom, and when he came out, he was holding a sharp knife upside down.

The blade shimmered with a chilling light in the night.

Using a knife would work too.

Although dealing with the blood would be more troublesome, at least he wouldn't have to touch Fatty's body directly.