"First Team?" A figure flashed through Gao Ming's mind. Among the Xinhu Security personnel led by Wan Jie, the First Team Leader had left the deepest impression on him. The man looked like an office worker worn down by the daily grind, always dressed in a suit and polished shoes, but he never seemed to have been pushed into using his full strength. "I never thought he'd become a Ghost Story Player."
"There's plenty you wouldn't expect. They say even ghost creatures who haven't lost their memories from when they were alive have joined the Ghost Story Players to help us fight the shadows. That's way better than the Investigation Bureau. All they think about is experimenting, enslaving, and controlling. If I became a ghost, I'd choose the Ghost Story Players too." The little boy seemed not to have talked with anyone like this in a long time. The Cleaning Company operated under the Investigation Bureau, and normally no one dared openly discuss Ghost Story Players with him.
Behind him, the Old Lady quietly tugged at the little boy several times, signaling him not to blurt everything out.
Gao Ming's gaze softened, and the little boy almost made him laugh. Disaster hadn't frightened this child, nor had the loss of his loved ones left him despondent. All Gao Ming saw in his eyes was a fearless light. Perhaps this was exactly why Gao Ming had returned to Hanhai.
There were many other citizens like this little boy. They shouldn't be abandoned.
Whatever the Investigation Bureau couldn't do, Gao Ming would do himself. This city was terminally ill. It needed treatment as soon as possible, with every diseased part cut away.
After exchanging a few more words, Gao Ming found that the information he could obtain from these ordinary cleaners was