The next day.
A civilian helicopter landed punctually outside the residential complex. There were very few accompanying personnel, only three people.
One of the staff members said, "Given the impact of this incident, the higher-ups have decided that this operation needs to be carried out discreetly. We can't escort you too conspicuously. I hope you understand."
"I understand. Let's go." Yang Jian nodded and boarded the helicopter.
Zhao Jianguo had mentioned this yesterday. His identity was somewhat special now. If Ghost Eye Yang Jian, who had resolved an S-class supernatural incident, was seen entering Z City, wouldn't that be tantamount to announcing to the public that Z City's supernatural incident was extremely serious?
So the lower-profile they could keep it, the better.
As the helicopter headed toward Z City,
Yang Jian sat in the cabin with his eyes closed, deep in thought.
He had not slept at all last night, because the information Zhao Lei had left behind before his death gave him an inexplicable sense of danger.
The Ghost Cabinet's prompt, Zhao Lei's appearance, the Head Balloon Incident in Z City, and Ghost-faced Tong Qian's disappearance were all like a tangled mess that could not be sorted out. Yet every factor concealed immense terror, forcing him to remain on guard.
The accompanying staff beside him secretly studied Yang Jian.
Not because of some feeling between men that transcended friendship, but out of pure curiosity.
The legendary Ghost Eye Yang Jian, who had resolved Dachang City's supernatural incident single-handedly, was right before him. Anyone would want to learn more about him.
It was humanity's curiosity toward the unknown and mysterious.
"The Caesar Hotel in Z City is a crucial location. Every lead points there." Yang Jian wore his earpiece as he listened to the final recording of communications between Tong