Ping An Building, the headquarters of Friends Circle. The entire building was Friends Circle property.
The name undoubtedly embodied the Friends Circle members' hopes for a bright future.
Whether it was its location in Dajing City or the Friends Circle members stationed within, both provided a strong guarantee of the building's safety.
Thus, when they were normally staying in the building, even the Ghost Controllers carried a natural air of laziness.
"Drip—drip—"
A Ghost Controller could not help frowning. Both the staff and the renovations in this building were top-notch; Friends Circle had spared no expense on this headquarters.
How could there be a leak?
Though he knew that unexpected problems could not always be avoided no matter how well things were maintained, the Ghost Controller was still irritated. He casually grabbed a passing employee.
"Can't you hear the leaking? Get someone to fix it, now. And fire the cleaner responsible for that area while you're at it!"
"Ah? Oh, okay..."
The employee retreated fearfully.
Yet several minutes passed, then more than ten minutes, then half an hour, and the dripping continued. The Ghost Controller could no longer endure it.
"Fuck, why is it taking so long to fix a water pipe? Where the hell did everyone die?"
With a bang, he kicked open the door and looked around to both sides.
"Drip—drip—drip—"
The dripping grew increasingly rapid. It also seemed to echo from side to side, answering itself, as though it were coming from every direction.
Could the pipes have all aged at once, leaking everywhere, which was why it was taking so long?
Frowning, the Ghost Controller headed toward the nearest dripping sound.
Before long, he discovered that the sound was coming from an office. He shoved open the office door, but the words on his lips were