"Gu Chengcheng..."
The vehicle stopped on the outskirts of the urban village. Shi Man walked with the Case File in hand, speaking to Wei Guang beside her:
"Mr. Wei, Gu Chengcheng died three days ago. His parents are just ordinary wage workers.
What exactly does Manager Ji want to learn by having us visit each victim's family?"
Ji Li's arrangements had clearly divided the ten employees on this mission into two groups.
Ji, Mei, and Xue would confront the ghosts directly; the remaining seven would investigate the cases. There was nothing wrong with approaching it from two directions.
But after their earlier discussion, Shi Man believed the pattern behind the victims should be rooted in religion, making these visits of little significance.
Wei Guang wore his usual earnest, solemn expression. Without looking at the Case File, he led everyone into the alley ahead and said:
"You'll understand in a moment."
Shi Man gave him a suspicious look. From his words, it seemed Wei Guang and Ji Li had reached some understanding she knew nothing about.
That left a bitter taste in her mouth. What was there that they couldn't discuss openly...?
Gu Chengcheng's home was a small, single-story house by the street. It was nighttime, and a dim yellow light could just be seen flickering inside.
Wei Guang gently knocked on the stainless-steel door. The crisp knocks emphasized the street's stillness; there were few pedestrians out at this hour.
When the door opened, warm, dim light fell across Wei Guang's face, also illuminating the space behind a middle-aged man. The bulb overhead made Wei Guang uncomfortable.
"Are you Gu Li?"
The middle-aged man looked like a simple, down-to-earth fellow. He seemed uneasy about these unexpected visitors and remained silent for some time before nodding.
Shi Man took the opportunity to