The next morning.
A motorcycle roared like thunder as it pulled up in front of a sealed-off apartment building.
The man who got off wore sunglasses and black clothes. He gave off a cold, gloomy air, his face slightly pale, making him look rather unconventional.
"Working overtime first thing in the morning, and without overtime pay. What a pain."
Gao Ming muttered. His voice was quiet, but the assistant beside him heard every word clearly.
Everyone knew this.
Gao Ming was a famously punctual supervisor who worked nine to five, took weekends off, and rested on holidays. In his view, work was work and life was life. He would never give up his life for work.
"There are still some survivors inside, but for safety reasons, we didn't send anyone in. We were waiting for you to handle everything."
A staff member responsible for sealing off the area came over to report.
Gao Ming said, "Looks like Yang Jian really didn't plan to deal with this place while he was at it. Did he have to draw such a clear line? He's a captain, for crying out loud. Doesn't he know how to look after a poor guy like me?"
He had a headache. According to his plan, Yang Jian should have settled everything here last night, leaving him to merely go through the motions.
"Forget it. I'll go take a look. Just keep the place sealed off." Gao Ming walked inside rather unwillingly.
In fact.
After Yang Jian had left with Miao Xiaoshan and the others last night, more people had been killed here. There had been five or six deaths in total.
But compared to a genuine supernatural incident, those losses were undoubtedly much smaller.
Soon.
Gao Ming appeared in the stairwell. He saw a cold corpse. Judging