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The reality was clearly worse than Fatty had imagined. The footsteps behind them were chasing closely, and becoming more precise.

The last time, Fatty had barely hidden when the footsteps actually came to the room next to theirs.

If Wang Qi hadn't reacted quickly and pulled Fatty behind the door, they might have run straight into the ghost.

Wang Qi pulled the still-shaken Fatty, his expression turning grim.

Although the frequency of the footsteps hadn't changed, still casual, their speed had already matched their brisk walk.

If this continued, they would be caught in less than 10 minutes.

No, not him. Wang Qi turned his head, looking at the person beside him.

It was No. 10.

The ghost was coming for him.

He couldn't blame Jiang Cheng for not finding a clue and ending the mission immediately, because he couldn't do it himself either.

But if this dragged on, No. 10 would be in danger.

There was no other way.

The ghost followed them closely. Fortunately, Wang Qi stepped over a row of tables and chairs with Fatty, then quickly moved the furniture to disrupt their arrangement, hoping to buy some more time.

At this point, Wang Qi only had one choice left, what Jiang Cheng had told him.

Wang Qi looked at Fatty, a hint of reluctance in his eyes. But Fatty clearly didn't feel the same way at this moment. Instead, he whispered to comfort Wang Qi, "Don't be scared. Let's just go around a few more times. The doctor will definitely find a clue soon. It's almost time, it's almost time. Don't be scared."

"Follow me." Wang Qi patted Fatty's still trembling leg and said in a low voice.

Fatty blinked, "Where are we going?"

Wang Qi didn't answer. Fatty followed behind Wang Qi. The road became