The night was dark and gloomy as Gao Ming walked silently past the Temporary Shelter.
Rows of makeshift steel-panel houses swayed in the wind and rain. Not a single light shone nearby, and occasionally, the sound of someone pounding on a door came from the distance.
"Almost at Lame Bay Village."
Gao Ming pulled the brim of his raincoat hood lower. His heartbeat inexplicably quickened. As he approached the village that still hadn't been fully demolished after ten years, the ghost god within him warned him to stay away.
Taking a detour, Gao Ming followed the shoe prints on the ground to the cordoned-off area between the village and the shelter.
The "No entry" sign had been knocked over, and traces of blood lingered in the puddles, almost washed away.
Pushing aside the branches blocking his path, Gao Ming saw Investigators in matching raincoats facing off against a group of villagers.
The shelter's residents refused to follow Qing Ge's orders. They tried to reason with Qing Ge, but none of them expected the villager at the front to be kicked straight into the pitch-black cellar.
The downpour drowned out many of their malicious remarks. Only up close could one see their ugly faces.
Negotiations broke down. The displaced shelter residents grabbed wooden clubs and farming tools and swung them at the Investigators. The East District Investigators at the front didn't dodge. Their rigorous training showed in their terrifying combat prowess.
Within minutes, not a single villager near the cellar could still stand.
Without the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God, Gao Ming would have been utterly incapable of taking on the Queen Investigation Office himself. Those people were skilled fighters, and they were armed.
Qing Ge waved a hand, and the Investigators tossed the screaming residents into the cellar one by one. Yet