The Truth of the Shopping Mall

"The surveillance cameras can store footage for fifteen days. I'll pull up the last seven days now," Liu Qiang said as he operated the controls, bringing up the older footage. "By the way, why are you looking through old surveillance footage?"

Yang Jian replied, "To find a few people and see what happened to them these past few days."

"Huh? That's strange. Who is this person? She doesn't look like she's from the company. The mall has been closed for days, how did she get in?" Suddenly, Liu Qiang let out a soft exclamation.

A middle-aged woman in a dress appeared on the surveillance screen.

"You don't recognize her?" Yang Jian asked casually, keeping a wary eye on Liu Qiang.

Liu Qiang said, "No, but I feel like I've seen her somewhere before. I just can't recall where."

Yang Jian didn't recognize the middle-aged woman on the screen either. After all, he had only been here for two days and had only briefly met the previous employees.

"Just keep an eye on this person. Let's see what she's doing in the mall."

He had a vague feeling that the middle-aged woman in the surveillance footage was the ghost.

But the evidence told him that Liu Qiang, standing beside him, was the ghost.

If this ghost could change its identity, then everything would make sense. However, speculation was useless; he needed the video footage from the surveillance as evidence.

He continued watching the surveillance recording.

The middle-aged woman in the footage moved strangely. She took the escalator up to the second floor but paused for a long time at the staircase entrance, standing still like a puppet.

"Fast forward a bit," Yang Jian said.

The footage sped up.

The middle-aged woman stood at the staircase for a full half hour before suddenly moving.

She came onto the second floor.

At this moment, a cashier appeared next to a checkout counter on the second floor. It was Wei Xiaohong.

She seemed to be on duty.

However, Wei Xiaohong was tired of sitting at the checkout counter and stood up to stretch.

The middle-aged woman walked slowly, step by step, directly towards Wei Xiaohong.

At this moment, Wei Xiaohong, with her back to the middle-aged woman, was doing a twisting motion and didn't notice anyone approaching her.

Until the middle-aged woman silently came up behind Wei Xiaohong.

"Slow it down," Yang Jian said again.

The playback speed returned to normal.

At this moment, in the surveillance footage, the unfamiliar middle-aged woman stood behind Wei Xiaohong for about two or three seconds before suddenly reaching out with both hands and grabbing Wei Xiaohong's head.

Wei Xiaohong didn't know what was happening; her body merely trembled slightly.

An unbelievable scene unfolded. Wei Xiaohong's head was removed from her neck by the middle-aged woman as if it were a plastic doll.

There were no screams, no blood. Everything was eerily calm.

Wei Xiaohong's headless body stood there stiffly, motionless, as if lifeless.

"How, how is this possible?" Liu Qiang exclaimed in shock.

Jiang Yan, who had secretly glanced at the surveillance screen, was also startled but kept her hand over her mouth to prevent herself from crying out.

Yang Jian's expression remained unchanged. Unmoved, he continued to watch the situation in the surveillance footage.

After taking Wei Xiaohong's head, the strange middle-aged woman then removed her own head and placed Wei Xiaohong's head on her neck.

At this moment, the strange middle-aged woman became Wei Xiaohong.

After a short while, Wei Xiaohong moved.

Casually, she picked up the strange woman's head and her own body and left the second floor.

Seeing how easily she carried the corpse, it was clear she was no ordinary person.

"Five days ago, Wei Xiaohong became a ghost," Yang Jian said, his expression serious.

Now he understood why Wei Xiaohong's head had been so badly decomposed. If her head had been swapped by a ghost five days ago, calculating the time, it was about right.

"Continue. Keep an eye on this Wei Xiaohong."

"Okay, okay." Liu Qiang was a little nervous now.

The surveillance recording continued, and he quickly brought up Wei Xiaohong's footage.

In the footage from four days ago, Wei Xiaohong was at work as usual, greeting people, eating. There was no sign that she was a ghost; she was just like an ordinary person, even chatting and laughing with her colleagues.

However, on the afternoon of four days ago.

Sister Li, feeling bored, invited a few female colleagues to try on clothes, and Wei Xiaohong was one of them.

The four of them went to a clothing store on the fifth floor.

Since the mall was closed, there was no one in the store, and all the clothes were on the shelves for them to try on.

Sister Li was holding a dress, looking in the mirror to see if it fit.

At this moment.

Wei Xiaohong's movements suddenly became strange. She slowly walked behind Sister Li and reached for her head.

However, Sister Li suddenly turned her head at this moment, holding clothes and saying something to Wei Xiaohong.

There was no sound from the surveillance footage, but that didn't matter.

Yang Jian clearly saw Wei Xiaohong's actions stop.

This was because Sister Li had turned around and was not facing away from Wei Xiaohong.

But such good luck didn't last long. Sister Li had no idea that Wei Xiaohong was already a ghost. She still treated her like an ordinary female colleague.

Soon, Sister Li found another piece of clothing and continued to stand in front of the mirror, trying it on.

At this moment, Wei Xiaohong moved again.

Just like the strange woman had done to her earlier, Wei Xiaohong reached out from behind and hugged Sister Li's head, her body stiffly trembling.

A bizarre scene unfolded once more.

Sister Li's head was removed.

"No, if Sister Li's head was removed, she shouldn't be standing in front of me," Yang Jian frowned.

Because there was only one ghost.

It couldn't be both Wei Xiaohong and Sister Li.

However, in the next moment, he was surprised again.

He saw that in the surveillance video, after Wei Xiaohong removed Sister Li's head, she also removed her own.

They swapped heads.

After standing stiffly for a moment, the two of them immediately returned to normal, trying on clothes as before.

Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat, realizing that this matter was not as simple as he thought. He quickly scanned the surveillance screens on the monitoring desk.

He began to search rapidly throughout the mall.

Finally, he saw a person standing at the entrance of a storage room on the fifth floor of the mall.

This person's back was to the camera, and their face was completely unclear.

"Bring up the video from that camera," Yang Jian said.

Liu Qiang brought up the surveillance footage from that camera.

Ten minutes ago.

Boss Tang, Master Luo, Manager Li, Sister Li, and others, led by Yan Li, had hidden in the storage room.

At the same time, at the elevator entrance, in front of the emergency exit, and in front of various shops, people began to emerge slowly, surrounding Yan Li and his group.

After they hid, the surrounding people blocked the door of the storage room. After a while, something else happened, and those people gradually dispersed, disappearing somewhere on the fifth floor of the mall.

Yang Jian's heart trembled, and he took a slight breath.

The ghosts were not one, but a group.

Those whose heads had been swapped were all ghosts, or were being controlled by ghosts.

He looked at Liu Qiang's neck.

A thin red line circled his neck.

He was one of them.