"Judging from the scene, Xuan Wen must have disappeared after leaving this package for you. Her actions may have violated some taboo." The First Team Leader didn't know that Gao Ming had already met Xuan Wen in reality.
"Take me to that Outpost." Gao Ming asked Fan Li to stay behind and selectively share some information with the other Ghost Story Players in the square. After all, they couldn't let everyone come all this way for nothing. Fan Li felt rather unfairly blamed himself. After receiving Gao Ming's message, he had only notified a few of the most important Ghost Story Players. He had no idea how things had turned into this.
Wrapped in black robes, Gao Ming and the First Team Leader left through an exit on the other side of the mall. Their vehicle crossed the Sick District and reached the Old District within an hour.
Looking at the entrance to the Lijing Apartments, Gao Ming felt the most tender part of his memories stir. This was where his home in Hanhai was, and where he started over after every death.
"I know your home is here, but the building we're visiting today isn't the one you rent in." The First Team Leader led Gao Ming into the apartment complex and over to the building directly opposite Gao Ming's home. They walked through the damp, chilly stairwell and finally stopped on the fourth floor.
After bowing toward an ordinary apartment door, the First Team Leader took out three sticks of incense and inserted them into the doorframe.
"Didn't you used to disbelieve in this sort of thing? Are you paying respects to Xuan Wen?"
"No. I killed a lot of people and ghosts in this building. I'm paying respects to them." The First Team Leader opened the battered