"There's one more thing!" Ding Zhenzong suddenly raised his head, his cheeks flushed an eerie red. "Those feet... the feet following behind the ghost horse were strange. I recognized the shoes on a few of them. They were... they were Japanese shoes!"
"The Japanese men who died in the hospital morgue!" Ding Zhenzong's voice was shrill.
"Are you sure?!" Everyone tensed. The mission was getting stranger by the minute. The Japanese men who had died long ago had actually returned behind that ghost horse. Just imagining it sent a chill down their spines.
"I'm sure!" Ding Zhenzong nodded emphatically. "They were all black cloth shoes, but one pair had plum blossoms embroidered on the uppers. They were easy to recognize! He Ping and I even discussed them at the time. He suspected they were the mark of some organization."
Ding Zhenzong insisted, looking so solemn that he didn't seem to be lying.
"My mind was completely blank at the time, until..." Ding Zhenzong lowered the hand covering his head and looked through the gap between the others at the overturned table and chairs, his expression complicated.
Everyone understood. After that, the phone had rung, drawing the attention of the mysterious ghost horse. It had then chased He Ping to the room where he was hiding and taken him away.
He Ping's fate after being taken by a ghost was easy to imagine. They weren't overly saddened, and after inspecting the scene, they chose to leave.
Back in the bedroom, Song Keli had returned to his previous state, lying stiffly on the bed and staring blankly at the ceiling. No matter what they asked, he didn't say a word.
More accurately, he didn't react at all.
"Looking at him, we should be safe for the rest of the night." He Tianhe