Codename: Ghost Car

He plugged in the USB drive.

A website called 'Ling Mi' popped up on the computer screen.

News articles appeared one after another before Wang Ye's eyes.

"Last night, a B-Class supernatural event broke out in Fengtian District, Lin'an City. Codename: Ghost Car."

"Its appearance is that of an ordinary taxi."

"Everyone who gets into that car will die."

"For every person who dies, the number of Ghost Cars increases by one."

"When discovered, there were already hundreds of Ghost Cars driving in the city."

"The deceased turn into drivers, and the spread is extremely wide."

"Currently, ability user squads have been dispatched to resolve it, but it's still impossible to confirm the location of the initial source taxi." Ghost Car

Wang Ye pondered for a long time, continuously recalling memories from his previous life.

At this time in his past life, he was just an ordinary high school student. He had very little contact with supernatural events and hadn't heard of this Ghost Car incident.

However, it must have been resolved later.

Otherwise, given its spread rate, it wouldn't have been possible to keep it hidden.

Without looking at any other news, Wang Ye typed 'Suburban Cemetery' into the search bar, silently waiting for the results.

But to Wang Ye's dismay

There was absolutely no information about the Suburban Cemetery on the computer.

Could it be that the Heavenly Group hadn't discovered the abnormality of this place yet?

Wang Ye was certain that ghosts had already emerged from this cemetery, so it was impossible for there to be no reaction.

And that old man...

Was he human or ghost?

All these mysteries continuously troubled Wang Ye.

He desperately wanted to know the secret of the Suburban Cemetery. Only through this eerie graveyard could he possibly guess some of the post office's objectives.

Just then

The phone beside him suddenly rang.

Seeing the unfamiliar number, Wang Ye clicked to answer.

"Are you the new operator they assigned to me~"

A somewhat sweet female voice sounded through the phone.

"Zhou Han?"

Wang Ye pondered slightly and asked.

He had just been assigned his duties this afternoon, and the call was already coming in this evening?

Wang Ye suddenly realized that this job seemed a bit busy.

"You're calling me Zhou Han too?"

Suddenly, the previously sweet voice on the other end of the phone became angry, and said chillingly, "Call me Boss!"

"..."

"If you continue to be so annoying, I'm hanging up."

Wang Ye said calmly. Although many ability users were indeed not normal, ones as strange as this were quite rare.

"Little brother, are you talking to me?"

"Do you want to die~"

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Han's voice became cute again, saying the most terrifying things with a giggle.

"Believe it or not, I'll twist your head off."

"And put it back on backwards."

"Then chop off your hands and feet too~"

Wang Ye's expression remained unchanged as he silently hung up the phone.

As expected, a crazy woman.

Wang Ye always kept his distance from people like this who had issues.

Soon, the phone rang again.

"Speak."

After answering the call, Wang Ye said calmly.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, as if she couldn't believe someone actually dared to hang up on her.

After a few seconds.

"I'm suddenly interested in you."

Zhou Han's somewhat deranged voice rang out, "But before that, find all the information about the Ghost Car for your big sister."

On the other end of the line, Zhou Han seemed to be suppressing her anger.

It was clear that she was dealing with the supernatural event Wang Ye had just witnessed, and it wasn't going smoothly.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have suppressed her anger and asked Wang Ye to look up information.

"Okay."

Wang Ye's tone remained flat as he searched for information about the Ghost Car on the website. "Ghost Car, B-Class supernatural event."

"Broke out three days ago."

"Address: Yonghe Street, Fengtian District, Lin'an City."

"Current known killing pattern: getting in the car."

"Other killing patterns currently unknown."

"Origin unknown."

"Current known death toll, 140-150 people, representing approximately 150 copies of this Ghost Car."

"This is all the information currently known."

Wang Ye looked at the dense information on the computer, quickly summarizing all the useful details and introducing them precisely.

"Got it."

Zhou Han was silent for a few seconds, then said coldly, "Because you were efficient, I'll only snap your head off."

Wang Ye couldn't help but roll his eyes.

What kind of weirdo was this?

One moment she was a cute little loli, the next a fiery hothead, and now she was playing the ice queen.

But all her words pointed to her wanting to snap his head off.

How boring.

In Wang Ye's opinion, the time spent on such nonsense was enough to analyze many clues at the scene.

Stupid.

Thinking this, Wang Ye hung up without hesitation.

Just three seconds later, the phone rang. According to regulations, Wang Ye answered.

"You're looking for death."

Seeing that there was no serious matter, Wang Ye hung up.

The phone rang again.

"Believe it or not, I'll..."

He hung up.

"You're pissing me off..."

He hung up.

"You bastard!!!"

As if afraid Wang Ye would hang up, Zhou Han roared at an extremely fast pace.

"Oh, is there anything else?"

Wang Ye's voice was as calm as ever.

"I just want to tell you, if anyone's hanging up, it's me."

After saying that, Zhou Han hung up.

As expected, boring.

And, when dealing with a supernatural event, is it really okay to say you'll hang up?

Wang Ye silently complained in his heart, then seriously browsed the supernatural event codenamed Ghost Car.

The information showed that the incident broke out 3 days ago.

A middle-aged taxi driver suddenly died of sudden death while resting by the roadside.

Afterward, surveillance showed the deceased taxi driver sitting up and driving the taxi again.

Anyone who got into this taxi would die shortly after.

Cause of death: sudden death.

Subsequently, another taxi, identical in appearance and license plate number to the original, would appear at the deceased's place of death.

The previous deceased would then reappear in this other taxi, becoming its driver.

Fortunately, only a little over 100 people had died in the past three days. If people avoided the taxis, the death rate could likely be curbed.

Suddenly, the data display updated.

Wang Ye's expression turned serious, his eyes heavy with thought.

The latest data showed:

The Ghost Car had a new killing pattern: while driving, it would hit pedestrians, creating duplicates.

Was this the ghost's potential for growth?

Or was it a coincidence!

Wang Ye fell into thought. If car accidents were also counted, the death toll would skyrocket terrifyingly.

The situation seemed to be escalating.

How could they break this deadlock?

Wang Ye closed his eyes, sitting at the computer, lost in contemplation.

After a long while...

A thought flashed through Wang Ye's mind.