Chapter 169 808

Although it sounded plausible, Jiang Cheng still felt that this case wasn't that simple.

He had a premonition that the strangeness in the files was more about this woman.

Fatty licked his lips, "Since the woman committed suicide by jumping from the Ping An Apartments, then she must live here." He asked cautiously, "Which room?"

As soon as he said that, Jiang Cheng immediately noticed that the faces of the people opposite him had changed.

A moment later, Wan Yuan Ning's voice sounded, "Building 3." She looked at Jiang Cheng, took a breath, and said, "808."

Fatty was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted, "Is that Wu's room?"

Hua Luo nodded with a strange expression, "That's right, it's his."

After a moment, the unease in everyone's hearts began to amplify. As their thoughts became clearer, according to the current clues, this vengeful female ghost was the source of the bizarre events.

The remaining ghosts... were all people she had killed.

From this point of view, Wu, who moved into 808, was the one who should be haunted the most. And the ghost at the root of it all was probably the most terrifying existence in the instance.

But why hadn't they heard him mention it so far?

He was safe.

And... he was very leisurely.

This leisureliness wasn't reflected in his behavior, but in his attitude towards the instance. He didn't seem anxious to end the task and go home early.

It wasn't that no one had suspected him before, but there were too many unexpected situations in the task, and everyone gradually shifted their attention.

Especially since he wasn't used to showing himself, and didn't even communicate much.

This kept everyone's understanding of him at a relatively superficial level.

Jiang Cheng had tried to probe him a few times, but the probes were like a clay ox entering the sea, unable to stir up even the slightest ripple. He had no interest in influencing everyone's judgment, nor did he offer wrong opinions to mislead them.

He seemed to be just a guy enjoying freedom in the task.

He was just... strange.

Jiang Cheng's eyes swept over Jiao Tailang and the others. Obviously, what he had thought of, these people had also thought of, otherwise they wouldn't have called him here.

But not to the closer and more convenient coffee shop where the three groups had met before.

They were also deliberately avoiding Wu.

"Time is limited, I think we should be frank." Jiao Tailang put his hands together, speaking on behalf of the three, "We suspect Wu has a problem. He may have been killed by a ghost."

Everyone understood the implication: the current Wu was a ghost.

"But he doesn't seem to have done anything?" Chu Jiu carefully recalled the scenes with Wu and analyzed, "Only that Lu Huaxu in his group had an accident. If he's a ghost, in order to hide himself, it should be difficult for his group to survive."

"Could it be that more than just Wu were killed, but we don't know?" Fatty swallowed and asked.

After a long while, Jiang Cheng, stroking his chin, shook his head, "It doesn't seem like it. Have you thought about it?" He raised his head. "The information about Li Maoshen, Qiao Yu, and Qiao Yu's brother was all provided by them. Both of our groups have verified it through our respective channels. If they are ghosts, then what's the reason for doing this?"

In nightmares, ghosts and players are naturally two factions.

A considerable part of the ghost's malice is directed at the players. Unless they solve the task and find out the truth behind the case, they will only die.

Now that the case is gradually becoming clear, it's time to make a decision about Wu's identity.

"I suggest that our two groups don't disturb the people in Group 3 until we investigate Wu's identity clearly," Jiao Tailang said.

"Agreed."

Jiang Cheng was the leader of Building 1. He was the top dog wherever he went. He nodded, and Fatty and Chu Jiu naturally had no objections.

"But... where can we check the information about 808?" Fatty asked, "We're not in Building 3."

"I know where to go," Jiao Tailang stood up and said.

Jiang Cheng looked up at him and seemed to have guessed it from his expression.

Standing in front of the landlord's room, Fatty was still a little hesitant. He had a very bad feeling about this elderly man with a disability, and his attitude wasn't very good either.

After knocking on the door symbolically a few times, Jiang Cheng directly pushed the door open and went in. The old man was sitting in a chair. The leather on the back of the chair was almost worn out. He held a large teacup in one hand and looked back at everyone, a trace of displeasure flashing across his face.

"Who let you in?" he stood up and said sharply.

The old man's face was disfigured, and his appearance was very frightening. Fatty felt like he had been scraped by a knife when he was swept by the old man's one-eyed gaze.

They smelled the aroma of food. A clean empty takeout box was placed on the corner of the table.

It seemed that the old man had ordered a takeout.

But Jiang Cheng didn't seem afraid at all. He walked over generously, then pulled the old man's chair away and sat down.

"People have died in the house you rented to us," Jiang Cheng said, looking at the old man.

"Nonsense!" The old man flared up immediately, glaring with his one eye and saying loudly, "Who's spreading rumors? Is it..."

"Zhao Jiajia in room 707 of Building 1, Yu Youwei in room 710, Song Xiaoyou in room 404 of Building 2..." Jiang Cheng said a series of names, glanced at the old man with his eyes raised, and said, "Do you want me to continue?"

"They... they didn't... didn't die... die in the room." The old man's voice was obviously weak, and he began to stammer.

Jiang Cheng looked at Jiao Tailang's position. The latter immediately trotted forward, took off his backpack, and took out a tablet computer from it.

Opening the computer, Jiang Cheng found the news interface of the woman falling from the building and showed it to the old man, "Then what about this? The suicide case in 808 of Building 3, you should know about it, right?"

The old man's mouth twitched obviously, and then his throat rolled hard. Just as he opened his mouth, before he could make a sound, he suddenly heard a loud shout—

"Stand up straight for me!" Jiang Cheng said loudly, "Is this the attitude you should have!"

The old man was so frightened that he almost dropped the teacup.

He was already at a disadvantage for renting out such a house. Now that he was discovered and people came to him, his heart was pounding. He subconsciously glanced at the companions Jiang Cheng had brought.

His gaze inadvertently swept over the bag in Jiao Tailang's hand, and the only eyeball he had almost popped out of its socket in fright.

There was a 30-centimeter-long knife inside, and the handle was exposed, and there seemed to be blood on it.

"Don't, don't, don't!" The old man immediately caved, "I don't want the rent, I'll return it to you, isn't it okay to return it to you?" He said pitifully, "Let's talk things over, don't be violent."

Fatty: "...Why didn't you say that earlier?"

The old man trembled and went to the drawer, took out some money, and stuffed it all into Jiao Tailang's bag. Finally, he smiled very politely at Jiao Tailang.

The old man's face was okay when he didn't smile, but when he smiled, the muscles pulled the scars, making him look like a ghost. Instead, Jiao Tailang was startled and subconsciously reached for the knife.

Fatty watched as the old man's legs trembled, and he almost knelt down.