Corpse by the Pillow

The top floor of Shangtong Building.

As usual, Yang Jian stood before the enormous floor-to-ceiling window in his office, looking down at the modern metropolis below. His gaze flickered as though he were considering something.

"If I calculated it right, I had two days left before my deadline for the deal with the Ghost Cabinet. If I really agreed to Wang Xin's request and dealt with the Ghost Knocking incident, I would have at most one day to act. That was my protection period."

"There was enough time. Once I actually made contact with a supernatural incident, I could see results within an hour or two."

He was still hesitating. After all, this decision carried enormous risks. He might very well die abroad and never return.

"Boss Yang, I made you a cup of coffee." Zhang Liqin entered carrying a coffee cup. Her work was easy and she had little to do, so she always wanted to find something to prove herself, unwilling to seem too worthless.

Yang Jian snapped back to his senses slightly. "What time is it?"

"Three in the afternoon," Zhang Liqin said.

Yang Jian nodded. He turned and walked to his desk, sat down, and took a sip of coffee. "By the way, I nearly forgot. I didn't seem to see Zhang Wei when I came to the company today. Where did he go?"

Zhang Wei?

"I'm not too sure about that. I haven't been paying much attention to Zhang Wei." Zhang Liqin shook her head slightly.

She did not know Zhang Wei, so it was only natural that she had not paid attention to him.

Yang Jian thought for a moment, took out his phone, and called Zhang Wei. However, the call did not go through; his phone was off. He checked Zhang Wei's livestream