A soul body invisible to mortal eyes drifted into the residential complex like a gust of wind.
Zhang Yuanqing looked down and saw two plainclothes officers wearing earpieces. They smoked and chatted as though nothing was amiss, occasionally casting scrutinizing glances at pedestrians entering and leaving the complex.
It was ten at night, yet there were still quite a few people coming and going. The restaurants, supermarkets, and fruit shops along the street were still open.
He continued flying on the wind and saw several plainclothes Public Security officers "wandering" around the blind spots between the six residential buildings. Among them was Cousin, who was under the Ghost Bride's personal protection.
Cousin leaned against the hood of a car, smoking "boredly," completely unaware that a phantom clad in an exquisite crimson wedding gown and covered by a Red Bridal Veil stood beside him.
As the evening breeze blew over, he seemed to feel a little cold and shivered.
The Ghost Bride's yin energy was too damaging to his yang energy. Once this was over, I should retrieve her as soon as possible. Zhang Yuanqing withdrew his gaze, passed through the outer wall of the sixth residential building, and arrived at the seventh-floor corridor.
The complex was fairly upscale. There were four apartments per floor, sharing a single elevator.
Apartment 708 was at the far left end of the corridor. Zhang Yuanqing drifted toward the brown security door, and the first thing that came into view was a messy living room.
The coffee table was covered with canned beer, takeout boxes, and ashtrays piled full of cigarette butts. Shoes, socks, shirts, and pants had been tossed haphazardly onto the sofa or dropped on the floor.
The owner of the apartment was clearly a man who was exceptionally messy in daily life.