After hanging up the phone, the atmosphere in the office imdiately beca oppressive. Whether the technical departnt could provide corresponding clues largely determined the life or death outco of the mission. Many people were willing to join the Patrol Defense Bureau and serve it precisely because they valued the intelligence support from the technical departnt.
Xi nxiu wore a gloomy expression, muttering about how unlucky it was to find a ghost script inside a cake, and now the technical departnt couldn’t even find any information on Fu Lin Middle School, which was troubling.
The afternoon arrived quickly, and although the technical departnt promised to continue the investigation, there was still no news. The silent telephone weighed on everyone’s hearts.
Suddenly, the phone rang, and in almost an instant, it was snatched up by Beibei. But after listening for a few seconds, Beibei’s eyes dimd. After putting down the phone, she looked at Yang Xiao, "The Chief is looking for you, in his office."
After knocking twice, Yang Xiao pushed open the door and walked into the office. Nalan Shuo sat on the sofa, gesturing for Yang Xiao to co over and sit down. After extinguishing his cigarette, Nalan Shuo let out a sigh, his gaze complex as he looked at him, "I just spoke to the head of the technical departnt, and they still haven’t found any clues for your Nightmare World mission."
"They’ve done their best. It’s just my bad luck," Yang Xiao said with a wry smile.
"Getting a ghost script out of an otherwise perfect cake is indeed bad luck," Nalan Shuo had clearly learned the details from the technical departnt, "Tell , did you make a wish before you cut the cake?"
"Yes, I wished that I would receive the ghost script later."
At his words, Nalan Shuo’s mouth twitched. After a long pause, he shook his head, "Wishes for the bad things always co true."
"I heard the ghost attacked you again this ti?" Unable to resist, Nalan Shuo pulled out another cigarette from the box.
"Yes, it first appeared outside the door. The knocking was very brief. When I heard it and drew back, it hid behind on the balcony’s curtains. I saw its shoes, black leather shoes," Yang Xiao recalled the scene.
"Yang Xiao, I don’t know how to explain it to you, but what you’ve experienced is strange. Normally, it’s true that one might briefly see ghosts after receiving a ghost script, but usually, you won’t be attacked or targeted unless you actively provoke those things."
"These entities seem more like they act without consciousness, driven purely by instinct. For example, if the ghost was a butcher in life, then it might display a tendency to chop and cut at. If it was a champion swimr, then it might retain the posture of swimming. Of course, there are also specific movents and behaviors that we need to analyze and judge."
"But this is the second consecutive ti that you were attacked by a ghost after receiving a ghost script. I don’t know what that ans, but it certainly doesn’t seem like a good thing."
"Plus, under normal circumstances, Angel Envoys enter the Nightmare World to carry out their missions about 2 to 3 days after receiving a ghost script. But last ti, you had only one day, and so did Yu Shu. Yu Shu’s case was an exception though; aside from that ti, even her shortest record is two days."
"Do you have any thoughts?" Nalan Shuo exhaled a plu of smoke and looked at Yang Xiao.
Nalan Shuo’s tone was not aggressive, but it placed unprecedented pressure on Yang Xiao. He clearly realized sothing but hoped that Yang Xiao would voice it himself.
"Perhaps... Perhaps it’s because of , because of my Resentful Eye," Yang Xiao spoke up, "Beibei said there should be at least 2 to 3 months between the first and the second entry into the Nightmare World, but I only had two weeks. That’s not right. I think it must be related to my frequent use of Resentful Eye. The ti I saved Yu Shu was especially peculiar, but now I can’t control the Resentful Eye at all."
"So I worry you might enter the Nightmare World again tonight," Nalan Shuo said gravely, "Yang Xiao, the crisis you face is much more severe than the average Angel Envoy. I don’t know how to advise you, but you must grow up quickly."
"Yeah," Yang Xiao replied, understanding better than anyone the horror of the Drama Robe, yet certain things, again, simply couldn’t be said.
Standing up, he walked over to the office desk, bent down, and opened a cabinet door, revealing a small fridge. Nalan Shuo took out two bottles of cold Coca-Cola, the glass kind. After opening them, he kept one for himself and handed one to Yang Xiao, "Relax a little. Let’s get over this hurdle first."
After taking a sip of the cold Coca-Cola, Yang Xiao’s taut nerves relaxed slightly. Now Nalan Shuo spoke up, "Tell again in detail the characteristics of the ghost you encountered."
"A man in an off-white, old-fashioned suit with black leather shoes, with two army-green sandbags tied around his ankles. His neck... His neck was stretched out very long. I didn’t see his face clearly," Yang Xiao said.
Yang Xiao regretted that if he had seen the face clearly, then with the technical departnt’s capabilities, they surely would have been able to find so clues.
After pondering for a mont, Nalan Shuo offered his opinion, "Sandbags tied around the ankles could an that soone wanted to prevent the body from surfacing, suggestive of dumping and sinking a corpse in a lake. When you go into the mission, watch out for places with water. And I don’t just an lakes and rivers, but also less obvious spots like storage tanks and decorative pools."
"Were there any water marks on his body?" Nalan Shuo asked.
Yang Xiao slowly shook his head, "I can’t rember clearly, but I think there weren’t any."
"No water stains, the neck twisted and elongated, and sandbags tied around the ankles could also an that soone murdered him and disguised it as a suicide scene, like hanging. However, I can’t imagine how his neck could be stretched to the extent you described."
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