None of the Security personnel had expected Gao Ming to be so brazen. Even Wan Jie, who usually remained unruffled in a crisis, looked somewhat grim.
Gao Ming was outrageously arrogant. Right in front of the General Investigation Bureau's strongest Security force, he had admitted that he was the Ghost God.
The General Bureau's policy toward ghosts was unconditional eradication. If Gao Ming were a living person, there would still have been room for compromise, but he had laid everything bare.
"We've already investigated everything about you. Neither you nor anyone in Class Thirteen will escape." Wan Jie stared at Gao Ming. He had never seen anything like this before: a living person and a Ghost God seemed to form a single whole, entwined by invisible fate threads.
"Run? Why would I run? I went to every conceivable length to lure you in here, all for this moment." Gao Ming adjusted his expression. He was an excellent psychologist, yet now he acted like a patient suffering from a severe psychological disorder. "Once you're dead, the Shadow World will swallow Hanhai completely. It's time to wake from this hollow, beautiful dream."
Gao Ming was imitating the expressions of those eerie divine statues. But with the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal standing at the center of all the clay statues, being "worshipped" by them, it looked as though every divine statue had adopted Gao Ming's expression—as though Gao Ming were the core of them all.
As soon as the General Investigation Bureau's Security personnel entered, they saw the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal and Gao Ming standing in the middle of the Black Lake. They knew nothing about the Blood City Posthumous Photograph. Coupled with Xia Yang's embellished account, this naturally led them to believe Gao Ming was the mastermind.
Wan Jie's eyes could see things ordinary people