Around eight o'clock in the evening.
Ding ding!
A text message was sent from headquarters. All ghost hunters in the city with satellite-positioned mobile phones received this message, and the receipt of the information was mandatory; there was no possibility of refusing it.
"Hmm? Yang Jian was involved in some unknown supernatural event, suspected to be dead, the incident occurred at...."
At this moment, Zhang Lei, who was still lingering in the Ping'an Hotel, took out his phone and glanced at it, his face immediately changing to one of shock and disbelief.
Ghost Eye Yang Jian, just died out of the blue?
It must be a joke.
After looking over the message again and again, Zhang Lei confirmed that it was indeed sent from headquarters and not some prank message received all of a sudden, and the place where the incident occurred was on a street near the Ping'an Hotel.
Then, he rushed to the window, peering outside.