The Corpse in the Closet

"Do you think Yang Jian can leave this house so easily?"

Shortly after Yang Jian left, Nagazawa, standing at the entrance of the house and leaning against the front door, suddenly smiled and asked, "I saw him disappear from sight not long after he went in. Mishima's perception should be accurate this time. There really is a fierce ghost wandering inside this house."

"He'll most likely run into danger."

The middle-aged man moved his lips as if he wanted to speak, but he did not dare say anything. He merely squatted by the roadside, smoking with a worried look on his face.

"Please do not make such assumptions. Mr. Yang will definitely return safely," Keiko said.

"We're just passing the time with a little discussion. Is Miss Keiko that concerned about Mr. Yang's safety? Shouldn't you be giving more thought to your own situation? An ordinary person who appears here could easily die, and your Mr. Yang seems rather cold and heartless," Nagazawa added.

"Honestly, I do hope something happens to Mr. Yang. At least then this mission could end early. If we keep staying here, people as incapable as us are bound to die, aren't we?"

As he spoke, Nagazawa looked up at the dim sky.

It seemed another completely rotten human head had fallen somewhere in the city. Yet at the same time, a pale human head floated up somewhere else in the city.

Clearly, there were still quite a few survivors in the city. This was some unlucky person who had just been killed by a fierce ghost.

"Nagazawa, I think we still need to take responsibility. This is Kobe City, our territory. The president went to great lengths to invite help from abroad. Thoughts like yours are truly disgraceful," the middle-aged man squatting nearby and smoking