Each link led to the next, with schemes hidden within schemes. This was a prearranged murder.
The killer's ability to manipulate schemes had reached a terrifying level, almost akin to fate itself, calculating every development with such precision.
Leaning on the Stage Sword, Ji Li drained his cup of tea and slowly rose, his gaze fixed on the doorway.
Apart from the Guiyuan Residential Area Incident, this would be his first true confrontation with the killer.
This time, there was no underestimation, no haste. Both sides had committed everything to this invisible battle of wits. Victory and defeat would be decided here.
In the past, Ji Li had never had the opportunity to confront a ghost on equal terms, but this time was different.
Aside from using supernatural power to help set the stage, the killer relied more heavily on strategy to kill. This gave Ji Li a chance to match wits with the killer fair and square, and he had to seize it.
The bright moonlight could not penetrate the pitch-black villa. The flickering candles went out in successive waves, and every living being seemed submerged in a soil of annihilation capable of drowning all vitality.
The scorched smell of extinguished candles began to spread, one after another. Layers of dust stirred within that smell, carrying a faint earthy tang. Inhaled into the lungs, it constricted the airways, as though they had choked on a mouthful of barren soil.
Mei Sheng tore off her scarf at once and covered her nose and mouth, yet even so, she felt her consciousness growing sluggish.
The air inside the villa seemed poisoned. Her limbs felt heavy, and even raising a hand became extraordinarily difficult.
Xue Tingtao was worse off. Still clutching his phone, with the call to Huang Banxian still connected, he