After investigating the red wooden stools, Yang Jian had gained a rough understanding of this supernatural incident.
But the more he understood, the more uneasy he became.
So after leaving that office floor, he and Feng Quan returned to Wang Chaling's office on the top floor.
"Captain, how is it? What exactly is going on with these red wooden stools? Can they be dealt with?" The moment Yang Jian appeared, Huang Ziya could no longer hold herself back. She hurriedly stood up and asked.
Xiong Wenwen yawned. "Little Yang, can you handle this or not? Father Xiong is so bored I'm about to fall asleep. Can we still go home and sleep tonight? My mom just called again and told me to be home before midnight. She also said she had something to tell you."
"It's difficult to handle, isn't it? If it were easy, it would have been resolved by now."
Tong Qian looked at Yang Jian and roughly guessed that they had run into some setbacks during the investigation.
Someone at Yang Jian's level, armed with coffin nails and a hatchet, could handle an ordinary supernatural incident as soon as they encountered it. It would not take more than a few minutes.
Yet the strange red wooden stools were still appearing in the building, which was enough to show that this supernatural incident had not been resolved.
"This supernatural incident is a little different from the previous ones. The ghost is sitting on those red wooden stools. You just can't see it."
Yang Jian glanced at a red wooden stool in the middle of the corridor some distance away.
"The red stools are the medium. Only someone sitting on one can see the ghost sitting on it. But once a person and ghost see each other, the person