Face on the Wall

"Turn all the carpet over here to cover up the footprints we left when we passed through, so that this ghost won't step on our footprints where it's going to pass."

"We can leave the room alone for now. This ghost doesn't seem like the type to wander into rooms. However, for safety reasons, it absolutely cannot be allowed out of this hotel. Otherwise, if it wanders around outside, it could easily step on someone's footprint with every step it takes, and who knows how many people it would kill in a day."

Yang Jian then instructed Luo Suyī and Lin Luomei to turn the carpet over and erase their footprints.

Such a terrifying ghost, capable of consuming almost an entire ghost candle to withstand a single attack, its so-called killing patterns are surprisingly simple.

It's as simple as a child's game.

Stepping on footprints.

But it's precisely the simpler things are that the more terrifying they become. No one can be sure when this monster will step on a footprint left sometime in the past and then kill them.

"Is that all?" After doing all this, Luo Suyī was still a little apprehensive.

Yang Jian glanced at it; "As long as we don't get close to this ghost, there shouldn't be any problem. If we get close, I'm worried that the ghost will exhibit other abnormalities. It's relatively good that it's wandering around this hotel like this. If it goes out and continues to wander around the hotel, it will be a bit difficult for us to remove the footprints it left behind in a short period of time."

"That thing is still walking this way. Come into the room with me immediately."

He looked up and glanced at room number thirty-one next to him.

The ghost that altered memories is most likely inside. The door wasn't opened before because I was worried about being attacked from both sides, but now it should be fine.

I can focus on dealing with things on my own.

"Is there any danger in the room?" Luo Suyī asked cautiously.

"Can it be more dangerous than this outside? We have to avoid it no matter what, at least we have to get this ghost out of this corridor before we can get out." Yang Jian didn't waste any more time, he forced open the door to room number 30.

The door was slightly ajar, and light was shining from inside.

The slightly yellowish light illuminated the dim corridor.

Yang Jian's face darkened. He couldn't care less about anything else and barged in.

If you can't deal with the ghost outside, can't you at least deal with the ghost inside?

Seeing him go in, Xiong Wenwen hurriedly followed. Luo Suyī and Lin Luomei didn't dare to linger outside the corridor either, since the ghost from before was walking towards them not far away. Who knew if the ghost would change its so-called killing pattern and attack them directly once they got closer?

You can't joke around with your life.

"It's different from room number 13 from before." Yang Jian's gaze darkened.

Upon entering, one discovers that the room is quite large and not dark at all; on the contrary, the lights are very bright, allowing even a normal person to see clearly what's happening inside.

But when he carefully scanned the surrounding walls, he trembled slightly.

The walls of the room were covered with old newspapers, stained with blood. In the middle of each newspaper hung a lifelike human face with its eyes closed and features fully defined.

These faces included men and women, children and the elderly—all sorts of people.

Even with just a rough estimate, there are at least two or three hundred of these faces, and judging from the degree of congealed blood on the newspapers, these faces haven't been here for very long, at most only about ten days.

"The ghost placed the victim's body in room 13 and his face in room 31. Neither room is dangerous. The source of danger is not inside the rooms, but outside. To find this ghost, I must delve into the Caesar Hotel. To find this ghost, I must come to this place. Once I leave footprints here, I will eventually be stepped on and killed."

"I encountered danger on the second floor earlier because the ghost that left the footprints was on the second floor. So the newspaper ghost made a commotion to lure me to the restaurant. It didn't need to deal with me personally; it only needed to restrict my Ghost Domain."

"No wonder the newspaper ghost chose such a place after controlling Zhao Lei. This place is a perfect trap for ghosts; whoever comes here dies."

Looking at the faces on the wall, Yang Jian finally understood the trap the ghost had set.

It doesn't need to do anything; it just needs to stay here and wait for itself to come to it.

"No, there's a question here. I learned about the existence of Rooms 13 and 31 through the ghost cabinet and the information Zhao Lei left before his death. When I arrived in Z City, I avoided almost everyone and went straight to the Caesar Hotel. How could that ghost be so sure that I would come here?"

This location was definitely not something that could be chosen in a day or two; it must have been planned long in advance.

This is a trap that has been planned for a long time.

Yang Jian pondered, but couldn't come up with a clue. Perhaps it was because Zhao Lei was being controlled, or perhaps it was due to his understanding of himself.

Take that thought back.

He continued searching the room.

However, Yang Jian was somewhat disappointed with the result. He did not find any trace of the ghost. Although the ghost had been here before, it was clear that it was not currently there.

"Yang Jian, look here! Look at this face!" Suddenly, Xiong Wenwen's surprised and frightened voice rang out.

He suddenly pointed to a human face hanging on a blood-stained old newspaper on the wall.

It was a woman's face, with regular features and a rosy complexion, as if she were asleep.

But the appearance was very familiar.

This is what Tong Qian looks like.

"This is impossible, how could Tong Qian's face be here?" Yang Jian was still planning to find Zhao Lei's face to see if he could save Zhao Lei, but when he saw Tong Qian's face that Xiong Wenwen had found, he was immediately stunned.

Tong Qian's face is here, so who is this Tong Qian whom I took to the hospital ward earlier?

Two identical faces?

Yang Jian's expression shifted. Although he was reluctant to believe it, he had already begun to realize it the moment he saw Tong Qian's face.

Tong Qian, whom I took to the hospital earlier, is very likely the real ghost.

It possessed Tong Qian's body and Tong Qian's face.

But that's impossible.

If that ghost used Tong Qian's identity, then where is the ghost face on Tong Qian's body?

A ghost can discard other people's faces, but it can never discard its own ghost face.

Yang Jian had previously guessed that the ghost was looking for the ghost face, and that the others were just innocent victims caught in the crossfire.

"Yang Jian, could there be something wrong with Tong Qian in the hospital?" Even Xiong Wenwen, the child, felt something was amiss.

Yang Jian knew, of course, that Tong Qian was suspicious, but his mind was preoccupied with figuring out where that ghostly face was.

Finding that ghost face is finding the source.

However, recalling the first time he entered the hotel, Tong Qian, who was pretending to be a receptionist, always had a smile on her face, Yang Jian gradually felt a chill creep up his spine.

What makes you think that once a ghost regains its smile, it has to keep smiling forever?

The ghost has mastered the ghost face; perhaps it no longer needs to smile.

Now that everything is clear, there is only one answer.

Tong Qian is a ghost.

The only thing left of the real Tong Qian is this face on the wall.