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"No way!" Yuan Xiaotian immediately protested.

"Xiaotian, get a grip." Xia Qiang lowered his voice. "You should understand what happens when a ghost takes someone during a mission."

"Our mission this time is to protect Young Master Lin and Miss Lin. I won't allow any of you to take risks!" Xia Qiang said in a tone that brooked no argument.

Jiang Cheng watched for a moment, then spoke. "I think we could visit the scene of Wang Jie's death. There might be some clues there."

Everyone agreed with Jiang Cheng's suggestion. After all, continuing to search here would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

In their earlier conversation, "Wang Jie" had told them that her company was in South City, in a building called the Yourun Building, which was supposedly quite famous.

It was only when they stood in front of the Yourun Building that everyone realized it was far more impressive than the office building they had visited before. Its expansive floor-to-ceiling windows looked imposing.

Two police officers stood not far from the entrance. One held a notebook and occasionally lowered his head to jot something down, while the other questioned a security guard.

While no one was paying attention to them, the group split up and slipped into the Yourun Building.

They still didn't take the elevator, choosing to climb the stairs instead.

"Wang Jie" had mentioned that her office was on the tenth floor, and that the murder had taken place in front of the fire door in the stairwell on that floor.

A police officer stood in front of the left stairwell. The entrance was cordoned off with police tape. By comparison, the entrance to the stairwell on the right looked completely ordinary.

"Looks like the murder happened in the left stairwell. We'll