The Imprint

As expected, when Jiang Cheng put the duckbill cap back on the woman's head, her vision was blocked, and the mannequins returned to normal.

"The matter has been investigated," Jiang Cheng, after helping the woman put down her rolled-up sleeves, turned to face Fatty and the other. "Let's go."

Only after they were completely out of the scope of the wood carving shop did Fatty finally let out a long sigh of relief. There were no footsteps chasing them from behind.

"Doctor," Fatty said in surprise, "It was like those mannequins couldn't see us, they just let us leave."

Jiang Cheng, walking at the front, shook his head. "It's not that they couldn't see us, they did. But due to some kind of restriction, they couldn't attack us."

"The brand you mentioned?"

"It should be," Jiang Cheng nodded.

"What do we do next?" Huai Yi, as if uneasy, kept looking back as they walked, worried that those things would break the rules and chase after them.

"We leave here, we go back the way we came," Jiang Cheng lifted his foot, stepping over a large pool of blood.

"Just leave like this?" Fatty hesitated slightly, then after a moment, spoke in a negotiating tone, "Since the ghosts here can't harm us, how about we help resolve this supernatural incident?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Cheng's voice was heard: "Not a good idea. We're leaving directly, no need to make things complicated."

Seemingly realizing it was Fatty who asked the question, Jiang Cheng paused before explaining, "This situation was caused by Night Watch. If we rashly interfere and the supernatural incident is suddenly resolved, it will definitely arouse Night Watch's suspicion."

"Besides, you saw it yourself, the scope of the supernatural incident is within the mall. The police