Provocation—blatant provocation!
It had been a long time since anyone had dared speak to the Jingtuo God like that. He stared at the man wearing a strange mask on the screen and took a black wooden box from inside his clothes.
The man's figure reflected in his eyes as the Jingtuo God opened the box. A thick, rotten stench drifted out. Despite his severe obsession with cleanliness, he reached in with his fair-skinned fingers and took out a doll made from old clothes tied together.
Without a moment's hesitation, the Jingtuo God pierced the doll's heart with his sharp fingernails.
Crying rang out in the command room. The Security personnel looked away. The doll made of cloth strips wailed like a baby, its stubby limbs flailing wildly. Then blood began pouring unstoppably from its chest.
The Jingtuo God gripped the doll tightly, letting it writhe in agony in his palm until it dissolved entirely into shadow and vanished.
The Investigation Bureau possessed a vast number of Cursed Items. The Mystery Analysis Institute's daily work consisted of analyzing those curses and attempting to use the power of the shadow world against the shadow world itself. They classified curses into multiple grades, and the Jingtuo God had just used an exceedingly precious Cursed Item.
Knowing the target's name and appearance was all it took to bring disaster upon them.
"Class Thirteen did have a student named Qian Junran. We still haven't found his whereabouts. I never expected him to turn up here." Cen Guan's gaze held conflicting emotions. He stood against the Ghost Story Players, yet when disaster struck, those people really had stepped forward. "I'd never heard of any Ghost Story Players before. How did they develop right under the Investigation Bureau's nose?"
"The crux of the issue is that Hanhai