"If we spent a little more time together, you'd realize I'm actually a peace-loving man with an honest heart." Xia Yang's voice came from a female security officer's self-portrait. His hands were behind his back, and long nails had been driven into his body. "I oppose fighting. I believe in solving problems through communication..."
"Shut up." Wan Jie, head of the Hanhai Special Security Group, stood in a corridor filled with blood and grotesque paintings. The female officer beside him looked possessed, her face covered in curse inscriptions and several long nails driven into her body.
To capture Xia Yang in Lishan Hospital's Front Building, they had used one of their own as bait and paid a terrible price.
"With your strength, you could easily have beaten me head-on. Why resort to dirty tricks? That's not really the Investigation Bureau's style." Xia Yang sounded unconcerned. He could move freely between paintings, but when painting, he had to attach himself to the canvas.
Xia Yang's ability was bizarre, but the Investigation Bureau's security teams had special members of their own. That female officer could harm a target by cursing herself, and could also turn her soul into a cage for imprisoning Vengeful Ghosts. While painting her portrait, Xia Yang had become trapped in the painting of her soul.
"You seem pretty relaxed." The Second Security Team's leader was a tall woman, covered from head to toe without a single Ghost Marking exposed. "You killed so many of our people, and you're still spouting bullshit?"
Picking up a long nail, the Second Team's leader drove it straight into the female officer's arm. No wound appeared on the officer's arm. Instead, her self-portrait on the wall began to bleed.
"This K you're talking about? I've never even met him. How could I have