Back in the car, Yang Fan met Xiang Xue Ting's anxious eyes and whispered, "First, take me home. I need to grab something. Barehanded, I'm no match for those things."
"Also, check the recent suicide cases in the county over the past few months, focusing on whether there's any direct contact between them."
Xiang Xue Ting had a sudden realization, "You mean, this situation spreads from one person to another, and eventually, they all choose to commit suicide?"
Yang Fan nodded. "This thing is mysterious and continually tempts people through whispers, guiding them step by step towards suicide before moving on to the next victim. Get this sorted out as soon as possible. If it's just one or two people, I should be able to help you handle the trouble, but if there are too many, it's beyond me."
"I don't know where you got the misconception from, but I actually have rather ordinary skills."