Ghost Car

He inserted the USB drive.

A website called "Spirit Secret" popped up on the computer.

One news report after another appeared before Wang Ye.

"Last night, a B-Class Supernatural Incident erupted in Fengtian District, Lin'an City. Codename: Ghost Car."

"It resembled an ordinary taxi."

"Anyone who got into that car would die."

"For every person who died, the number of Ghost Cars increased by one."

"By the time it was discovered, over a hundred Ghost Cars were already driving through the city."

"The dead would become drivers, making it extremely widespread."

"A Superhuman squad has already been dispatched to handle it, but the location of the original taxi remains unconfirmed."

Ghost Car.

Wang Ye pondered for a long time, constantly searching through memories from his previous life.

At this point in his previous life, he had merely been an ordinary high school student. He had encountered pitifully few Supernatural Incidents and had never heard of the Ghost Car incident.

But it should have been resolved later.

Otherwise, with its rate of spread, it could not have been concealed.

Ignoring the other news reports, Wang Ye entered "Suburban Cemetery" into the search bar and silently waited for the results.

But what made Wang Ye frown was—

There was not a single piece of information about Suburban Cemetery on the computer.

Could it be that the Heaven Group had yet to discover anything abnormal about this place?

What Wang Ye could be certain of was that ghosts had already emerged from that cemetery. It could not possibly have gone entirely unnoticed.

And that Old Man...

Was he human or ghost?

All these mysteries continued to plague Wang Ye.

He desperately wanted to learn the secrets of Suburban Cemetery. Only through that eerie graveyard might he be able to infer part of the Post Office's purpose.

Just then—

The phone beside him suddenly rang.

Seeing the unfamiliar number, Wang Ye answered the call.

"Are you the new operator assigned to me by headquarters~?"

A woman's voice, somewhat sweet and clear, rang out from the phone.

"Zhou Han?"

Wang Ye thought for a moment and asked.

She had only been assigned the job that afternoon, and she was already calling that night?

Wang Ye suddenly realized that this job seemed rather busy.

"Is Zhou Han a name you get to call me?"

Suddenly, the previously sweet voice on the other end turned furious. In an icy tone, she said, "Call me Boss!"

"..."

"If you keep being this boring, I'm hanging up."

Wang Ye spoke flatly. There were indeed many Superhumans who were not quite normal, but ones this strange were fairly rare.

"Big brother, are you talking to me?"

"Do you want to die~?"

Zhou Han's voice turned cute again as she cheerfully spoke the most terrifying words.

"Do you believe I'll twist your head off?"

"Put it back on backward."

"Then chop off both your hands and legs too~?"

Wang Ye's expression did not change in the slightest as he silently hung up.

Sure enough, a crazy woman.

Wang Ye had always kept his distance from troublesome people like that.

Very soon, the phone rang again.

"Speak."

After answering, Wang Ye spoke indifferently.

The other end fell into brief silence, as if she could not believe that someone actually dared to hang up on her.

A few seconds passed.

"I'm suddenly interested in you."

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

Zhou Han seemed to be suppressing the anger in her heart.

Clearly, she was handling the Supernatural Incident Wang Ye had just read about, and things were not going particularly well.

Otherwise, she would not have suppressed her anger and asked Wang Ye to look up the information.

"Alright."

Wang Ye maintained the same calm tone as he searched the website for information on Ghost Car. "Ghost Car, a B-Class Supernatural Incident."

"It broke out three days ago."

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

"Currently known killing condition: getting in the car."

"Other killing conditions are currently unknown."

"The source is unknown."

"The current known death toll is between 140 and 150, which means there are currently around 150 Ghost Car copies."

"That is all the information currently known."

Wang Ye looked at the densely packed information on the computer screen, rapidly summarizing every useful detail and relaying it with precision.

"Understood."

After several seconds of silence, Zhou Han said coldly, "Since you were fairly efficient, I can settle for only twisting off your head."

Wang Ye could not help rolling his eyes.

Where had this freak come from?

One moment she was a cute little girl, the next a fiery little pepper, and now she was playing an icy goddess.

Yet every word was about twisting off his head.

Utterly boring.

In Wang Ye's view, the time wasted on such nonsense was enough to analyze quite a few clues from the scene.

Stupid.

With that thought, Wang Ye hung up without hesitation.

Only three seconds later, the phone rang again. Following protocol, Wang Ye answered.

"You're asking to die—"

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

The phone rang again.

"Do you believe I—"

He hung up.

"I'm so mad—"

He hung up.

"You bastard!!!"

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

"Oh, is there anything else?"

Wang Ye's voice was as calm as ever.

"I just wanted to tell you that if anyone's hanging up, it has to be me."

With that, Zhou Han hung up.

Sure enough, boring.

And besides, was it really okay to say she would hang up while handling a Supernatural Incident?

Wang Ye silently complained to himself, then seriously began reviewing the Supernatural Incident codenamed Ghost Car.

The records showed that the incident had erupted three days ago.

A middle-aged taxi driver had suddenly died while resting by the roadside.

Then surveillance footage showed the dead taxi driver suddenly sitting up and driving the taxi again.

After that, anyone who got into the taxi would die within a short period of time.

Cause of death: sudden death.

Then, another taxi would appear where the victim died, identical to the source vehicle in appearance and license plate number.

The previous victim would also eerily appear in the new taxi as its driver.

Fortunately, only a little over a hundred people had died in the past three days. As long as people did not get into taxis, the death rate should be containable.

Suddenly, the information updated.

Wang Ye's expression turned grave, his gaze growing solemn.

The latest update read—

Ghost Car had gained a new killing condition. While driving, it could run over pedestrians and create copies.

Was that a ghost's capacity for growth?

Or merely coincidence?

Wang Ye fell into thought. If traffic accidents counted as well, the death toll would skyrocket to terrifying levels.

The situation seemed to have grown serious.

What exactly could break the deadlock?

Wang Ye sat before the computer with his eyes closed, sinking into deep thought.

A long time passed.

A thread of inspiration flashed through Wang Ye's mind.