Since the Human Skin Paper's plan could no longer be relied on, Yang Jian could only place his remaining hopes on the Ghost Cabinet.
The Ghost Cabinet was in Dachang City.
So after a brief period of thought and hesitation, Yang Jian chose to return to Dachang City.
He had not carried the Human Skin Paper with him. He had buried it underground near He Tianxiong's villa, because he knew that if he brought that thing back to Dachang City, it might bring trouble back with it. If he was going to throw it away, he might as well throw it far away.
Using the Ghost Domain, Yang Jian could return to Dachang City in less than a minute. Distance was not a problem for him.
But this time, he did not notify anyone. He simply returned in secret. If he made a big show of it, Headquarters would definitely learn of the Ghost Cabinet's existence.
After all, Liu Xiaoyu even knew how many movies were stored on Zhang Wei's computer.
In an information-based world, many people had no secrets to speak of.
Today.
The sky over Dachang City was somewhat gloomy at noon. The winter chill combined with the southern rain left a damp, icy cold hanging in the air.
In the suburbs, Guangjiang Residential Area remained sparsely populated. There were hardly any residents who had moved in.
Although few people lived there, the facilities were comprehensive, and its management was even stricter than that of Dachang City's upscale residential communities.
Yang Jian appeared atop a European-style clock tower within the residential area.
Inside the clock tower's small attic stood a wooden cabinet. It had two compartments, upper and lower, with both doors tightly shut. It was painted a vivid red, as bright as fresh blood. Yet despite that