The way those security guards had acted just now made up my mind.
The way I planned to handle this probably wouldn't be accepted by the people of this world, but I couldn't stand watching a group of people who had completely sided with the Ghost King and betrayed humanity do whatever they pleased.
If they'd given up their identities as living people and turned themselves into ghosts, like Zhao Hang and Ruan Han, that would be one thing. But they were still alive, unwilling to die, while helping a Ghost King born after death kill the living. I found that behavior shameful.
I stood up and led the uneasy Mu Ai upstairs.
I wasn't sure how many security guards an office building like this normally had, but those nine might have been all the guards in the building.
I encountered no further obstacles.
When we left the stairwell, we found a long corridor. None of the doors on either side were open. One end was a dead end, and at the other, I could only see a white wall illuminated by the lights. The corridor was dim, with only one of the three ceiling bulbs on. It shone on the fire door, making the place look eerie.
"Big brother, it should be the floor below..." Mu Ai tugged at my hand and pointed to the number on the fire door. The door soon closed automatically, hiding the floor number.
I stopped. "The address on the shipping label is this floor."
"Mm. But... they're downstairs." Mu Ai glanced at the floor beneath our feet.
I frowned. "After you found your way here, you didn't come to this floor? You went to the courier outlet downstairs?"
I knew the courier outlet controlled by the Courier Ghost was downstairs, but the sender's