Hunting Invitation
4:37 a.m., January 4.
Su Chenghe stood on the rooftop of a thirty-four-story building, draped in a black raincoat as raindrops continually struck and shattered against his shoulders.
His rain-whitened fingertips gripped a pair of binoculars, aimed at a certain area below.
Beneath the hood, his breathtakingly handsome face carried an indescribable worry, as though a massive stone weighed upon his heart.
Whispers in the rainy night echoed faintly between the skyscrapers like the voices of demons.
They were fear, unease, and the unknown.
More than a dozen figures in raincoats huddled along one side of the rooftop. Their faces were pale and bluish, and they stood frozen like prisoners awaiting judgment.
Below the building lay a pedestrian street roughly seven hundred meters long, with closed shops lining both sides and snack stalls yet to open. It was a famous Night Market in Shanming.
Under the torrential rain and the midnight lights, it had long since been emptied of people.
But a ghost had arrived.
And that ghost had already killed three people right in front of Su Chenghe.
"Haoming, is the south exit sealed off?"
Su Chenghe did not lower his binoculars. He merely dipped his head slightly, revealing an exquisitely defined jawline as he spoke into the communicator.
A calm male voice answered over the channel.
"The south exit has been completely blocked."
"Manager, I have the north exit under control too. Don't worry, it definitely can't leave this Night Market street."
After Haoming responded, a young woman spoke up. Her voice was somewhat rough, but powerful.
Hearing this, Su Chenghe slowly released the binoculars and threw them down from the thirty-fourth floor. He raised a hand and pulled back his raincoat hood, his medium-length black hair instantly drenched as raindrops slid across his face.
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