"But…" The young man's voice was full of doubt, "Judging from the looks of it, Lu Huaxu should be a devotee of the Crimson. If Wu is also Crimson, then he couldn't possibly attack his own people, right? Looking at Lu Huaxu's state of death, it should have been a ghost that did it, no doubt."

"And what could he do in just 20 minutes? Even if he really is Crimson, then it has nothing to do with Sister Xu Yi's death. After all, he couldn't have done it in such a short time…"

Speaking to this point, the young man suddenly stopped. Immediately afterwards, as if realizing something, the sound of wind rushing through the microphone could be heard.

It was the young man gasping for breath.

On the other end, Liu Guo's condition was clearly not good either. After a long while, Liu Guo's voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

"There's… something wrong with this door."

…

Room 503.

Wei Jinting had just casually finished a bite to eat, then sat cross-legged on the sofa, took out his laptop, and opened it in front of him.

He was a rather cautious person. Apart from the lights and the refrigerator, the plugs of appliances in the room such as speakers, televisions, and washing machines had all been unplugged by him.

What Liu Guo said earlier wasn't entirely accurate. Although the video of Qiao Yu's murder on the computer had been deleted, some of his personal information was still there.

There were quite a few photos stored inside, as well as some videos.

He browsed through them one by one, while mentally profiling the computer's owner, Qiao Yu. Soon, he found a folder, opened it, and inside was a video clip.

He was familiar with the background; it was the same coffee shop they had gone to in the afternoon, but the picture was a little dark, probably taken at night.

Several young men and women were gathered together, with a cake and wine glasses on the table. The scene was cheerful and lively, looking like someone was celebrating a birthday.

Two men, two women.

After a while, the four people cheered towards another direction. Immediately afterwards, another woman entered the frame.

The newcomer was a tall girl, with a very innocent appearance, but Wei Jinting, who had a thorough understanding of women, could tell at a glance that the girl was faking it.

This was a scheming bitch.

The instant she saw the cake, the girl covered her mouth with one hand, expressing a feeling that was a blend of surprise and shyness.

A man dressed very fashionably, wearing a studded leather jacket, put his arm around her and dabbed a little cream from the cake on the tip of her nose.

The girl pretended to want to break free, but of course, she didn't succeed. She seemed to enjoy it, and stuck her tongue out at the man.

This expression made Wei Jinting feel uncomfortable all over, and he almost dug out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes.

From the girl's perspective, she should have seen the cake a long time ago; everything afterwards was the cute persona she was trying to create.

For some reason, after the girl appeared, the originally calm video suddenly started to shake.

Wei Jinting, who was fiddling with the computer, couldn't help but frown. This video gave him a strange feeling. He wasn't referring to the scene, but rather the shooting angle.

It didn't seem like these young people had filmed it themselves, because the angle was too bad. Many times, their faces couldn't be seen. If Wei Jinting had to say, it looked more like a candid shot.

Someone was hiding in the dark, filming with a camera.

Who could it be?

Before he could think about it, the scene changed again. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Turn off the lights, turn off the lights!" After the lights went out, the only illumination left was the candles.

The candles were lit by the fashionable man himself. Then, thinking he looked handsome, he flicked his bangs in front of his forehead, knelt on one knee, faced the girl, and took out a small red box from behind his back.

Based on his experience, Wei Jinting judged that the box should be a velvet jewelry box.

Most likely, there was a ring inside.

The following plot unfolded exactly as this seasoned driver had predicted. The fashionable man dashingly took out the ring, and the girl pretended to be completely unaware.

The fashionable man was sincere, reciting the cliché lines, while the others chimed in with support. The men and women gathered together, cheering for a self-choreographed and self-indulgent cliché scene.

Finally, the two embraced deeply.

Just then, the video suddenly flickered, probably because a light wasn't making good contact. But the next second, Wei Jinting in front of the screen suddenly paused.

He frowned and immediately pulled the video progress bar back a little bit.

Again and again, after repeated attempts, he finally stopped at the moment the light flickered. He leaned closer to the screen, staring at the lower-right corner of the screen.

There seemed to be a piece of glass there, facing the position of the person filming.

A moment later, a cold chill immediately surged up. Wei Jinting's hand shook, and he almost dropped the computer on the ground.

Reflected in the glass was half of a woman's face.

There were no black pupils in the woman's eye sockets, only the whites of her eyes.

It was a ghost face!

The one filming them wasn't a person, it was a ghost!!

Seeming to realize that it had been discovered, the scene on the screen began to shake violently, as if it were going crazy.

Wei Jinting screamed and threw the computer on the ground. It seemed that the computer screen was broken, and the playback turned into a large field of static.

There were also indescribable noises mixed in.

"Dong."

"Dong."

"Dong."

There was a knock on the door.

Wei Jinting was terrified, but he didn't look towards the door, because the knocking sound… was coming from the computer.

"Dong, dong, dong."

No, it wasn't coming from the computer, it was… something was knocking on the screen from the other side!

A ghost!

It was a ghost!

It was… inside the computer!

Wei Jinting's throat rolled violently. He mustered his courage and finally rushed to the computer, ready to turn it off, or at least destroy the screen.

The previous impact had caused the screen to close a little, so he couldn't see the screen from his angle. Just as he grabbed the computer, ready to smash it on the ground with brute force…

He inadvertently noticed out of the corner of his eye that the scene on the screen… had changed.

It had turned into a door.

A rather old door.

A metal plate marked with 503 on the door.

Then a pale hand reached out from the bottom of the video.

"Dong, dong, dong."

The hairs on Wei Jinting's arms immediately stood on end.

He mechanically turned his neck and looked towards the position of the room door.

His door… was ringing.

Someone was knocking on his door!

His thoughts cleared everything up in that instant. So the video on the computer wasn't some kind of candid shot, but a ghost. The ghost was watching them!

Everything just now, that proposal party… was the ghost's perspective!

This was a female ghost.

And the people inside were obviously Li Maoshen and his gang. While they were celebrating, the ghost was hiding in the dark, staring at them coldly.

This female ghost was the key.

It seemed that this female ghost must have killed them.

Too late.

It was too late.

The ghost… had already come to find him.

"Creak—"

His door opened in the screen, and a white shadow rushed in at an extremely fast speed. He was still sitting on the ground, seemingly not having recovered from the fear.