To be safe, Yang Jian searched the entire room again.
Without a doubt, the result was the same. There was no ghost in this room, and there was a very high chance that Tong Qian, lying in the hospital, was the ghost.
That ghost could alter other people's memories and steal their faces. It would be far too easy for it to acquire an identity that no one would suspect. The faces with clearly defined features covering the walls of this room were the best proof.
It was just that, among its many victims, the ghost had chosen Zhao Lei and Tong Qian.
Zhao Lei had been a helper it needed in the early stages, but after acquiring a better identity, it had discarded him without hesitation.
As a Ghost Tamer, a person in charge, and someone connected to Headquarters, if Tong Qian's identity were completely assumed by that ghost, the harm it could cause in the future would be immeasurable.
"Take down every face on these walls. We're getting ready to leave," Yang Jian suddenly said.
"What? Take them down and bring them with us? Yang Jian, what do you want these things for?" Luo Suyī asked suspiciously.
"Behind every face is a red newspaper. That's another kind of supernatural phenomenon. I can't find the ghost, so taking the newspaper from its hands still counts as a gain. But there are too many newspapers on these walls. It'll be hard for me to tell which one truly belongs to that ghost."
"So we'll just take them all. Once I've dealt with what's outside, I can sort through them slowly."
If Tong Qian was the ghost, then the bloodstained red newspaper from when he took her away that day had to have been left in this room.
That ghost could