Raindrops battered the calm water into ring after ring, like the surface of the moon after a meteor strike, leaving what had once been whole riddled with scars.
The pitch-black sedan sat across the entrance to Tianming Bridge, like a door sealing off the street. It was merely a visitor, yet it seemed to have become part of the place.
Ji Li looked toward the car window, which seemed to lie beyond a waterfall. The street was narrow and confined, with closed doors on either side and a road that ended in a dead end.
With the car parked there, Tianming Bridge had become a long, rectangular coffin, and they had become an indispensable part of it.
Too late...
Whatever the situation at Branch No. 8, Ji Li knew at a glance that they had been forced into a trap. At least one ghost had already been waiting here for them.
The trap was unique and ingenious, accounting for all the employees' caution. The arrival of the living had completed this deadly game.
Ji Li turned to glance at Xiao Qian Duyue with a strange, thoughtful look.
Had so much information about the Seventh Branch been leaked?
Did the ghosts even know about Xiao Qian Duyue's Eye of Calamity? Had they sent a special ghost to turn her ability to foresee calamity against her and construct this trap...?
"Was it that one?"
Ji Li recalled something: a piece of information bought outright after the commission mission.
After Fang Shenyan won his wager with the Man in Suit, he had received a disturbing piece of information at the end of the mission—there had been a ghost among the people who came to Orange Lake back then.
*Could the ghost hidden among the hundreds of employees across the nine branches be secretly